Night Sounds

 The sound of footsteps,

On the pavement outside

Vicious dogs barking

The drone of a car speeding away,

And a band playing in the distance.

(c) P. Chidavaenzi
July 16, 2010. 3.00 am.

Midnight Caller

You couldn’t sleep

You told me over the phone –

And you thought of me,

You said,

The sound of your voice melodic,

A beautiful song in my sleepy ears

In the silence of midnight,

When you called at midnight,

Just the two of us,

In the dead of night.

(c) P.Chidavaenzi, 2010

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You think you’ll live forever?

You better think again –

Because no one has ever cheated time

Old age will surely catch up with you,

And soon,

This world will have no further use for you.

(c) P. Chidavaenzi

July 15, 2010.

Pirates

My twenty–dollar sweat,

They pawn for just a dollar!

With the sweat of my mind,

They quench their thirst for money

With ill –gotten dollars,

They fatten their pockets,

And day by day I get thinner,

As they drain me,

Drinking of my creative juices!

(c) P. Chidavaenzi.

Sat July 10, 2010 – Book Café, Harare.

THE LAUGHING FOOTBALL GOD

Oh, Samba boys!

We thought you would dance,

Like the Brazilians of old,

But you abandoned the rhythm,

In the chill of the South African hinterland.

Oh, Maradona –so full of promise!

But what happened?

Off your shoulder,

Was the ‘Hand of God’ lifted?

England,

For so long the melting pot

Of the game’s finest skills –

Rooney, did the magic of Africa,

Drive you into your shell?

Nigeria – oh, Nigeria!

For so long our darling,

When did the romance of your game fade?

When J.J hung his boots?

Or after Kanu got old?

Germany,

You seemed to be the one,

The ‘blue blood’ flowing in you,

Enchanting us with the beauty of your game,

But the god of football,

Upon you poured out his wrath

Did you not pay obeisance to him?

(c) P. Chidavaenzi, 2010.