Her conversation led so easily To laughter, Her joy knocked me senseless Til I forgot my sadness And how heavy the week had been. Her hand was small And made me wonder How so much softness Could take residence on a palm. She felt like a Friday Like a load had been lifted By simply […]Read more "She felt like a Friday"
It is easy to hover over an issue Like a cursor Making assertions from a safe distance Holding assumptions that ruffle no feathers, Sharing safe opinions Making generic recommendations And not be held accountable for them. For many things in this life, That is all that is needed – To have a general idea To […]Read more "Double Click"
When do strangers become friends?When does a name go from beingJust another one on a clipboardTo one committed to memory for life?When does a visitorChoose to become a regular?When does a nationGo from a place you visitTo a base you leave from?When does a hand you once stiffly shookBecome the hand youNever want to let […]Read more "The moment of belonging"
We were not fools by choice.Life had led us to thinkThat we could never be wrong.We stumbledWhen we thought we were sprintingWe impaledPeople we thought we were lifting upUprootedWhat we thought we were ‘saving’We thought that good intentions were enough.That as long as it made sense to usIt would always make sense.Little did we knowThat […]Read more "Blind guides"
“Restless”Is a more accurate descriptionThan “the city that doesn’t sleep”For there is a lot of slumbering here,Lots of eyes closed to sufferring within and withoutNumbed consciencesAnd silenced voices-Yes, plenty of sleepBut rest evades the city.Harare is a synonym for hustlingFor making do with the little one hasFor never quite fullyShowing your hand,For defying the oddsFor […]Read more "Harare"
Something in me aches For a smile On the face of every strangerAffirmationOn the lips of every loved oneEager support From every colleague and acquaintance,As though all the world’s peoplesWere extras in my screenplayNPCs* in my video gameSpectators and cheerleaders on my sidelines-Always seeing things my wayAlways ready to play their partOf the grateful participantIn […]Read more "On needing to being liked"
There’s nothing as indomonitableAs the calm of the soul.A steadiness that resistsUnion with oblivionA warm seatIn the face of a blizzard.There’s a promised tableThat is setIn the midst of enemiesAnd on it sits a feastOf treasures that defy our povertyAnd delights that contradict our miseryYou see, the goodness of GodNeed not be warmed up toCleaned […]Read more "The Table"
The words fell onto the pageBegrudginglyPainfully.Slowly.Like a thick, heavy honeyThat reluctantly falls off the combPromising sweetnessBut releasing itEver so slowly.I was tired.But I knewThat once the ink began to flowInspiration would not be far behind.Writing deserves our best hoursBut if all we haveAre the dying moments of the day,Even then the pen will not disappoint-It […]Read more "Too tired to write"
Despite their best effortsOf endless wedding planning,Repeated head countsAnd scrupulous budgets-Reality had outdone them.At the worst possible momentThey found themselvesLacking,In need of a miracle.The jars of wineThat were once overflowingHad now run dry.So Mother MaryMade a request of Jesus,One that would set in motionA public lifeThat would lead to a public deathAnd ultimately a greater […]Read more "Cana"
Not all of us have an agenda.Contrary to what wasExpected of herShe did not haveA well calculated reasonFor every stepA motive for every actionAs though every act would allTally up one daySo she could claimWhat she’d been after all along.For her it was different.She had no agenda.She was just respondingTo love.She’d learned to stop runningStop […]Read more "Agenda"