Malac kwenda

03/04/2026

"No distance can ever weaken what we share"

03/04/2026

02/04/2026

25/03/2026

"We are only loved when we can provide"

15/03/2025

Poem by Malachi Kwenda

MINE IS A QUESTION

Mine is a question
A question wrapped with agony and dismay
Shattering my heart sideways,
When shall I enjoy this hard life no more?
For am not at home but a convent cell,
Exiled by a dowry in my father's hands.

Mine is a question
With a voice gripped with a tone of sadness,
Who shall wash my dreadful body sores?
Dogs chase after me like a thief,
To lick my horrific wounds of suffering
Obtained from a deadly wrestler husband.

It was once normal at first,
But now, an explosion of joy and grace into the air had burst,
For happy was the time I bore children
Now, my heart feels small and weak,
For my own blood is a wife fellow.

I feel nausea not because of smell,
But thoughts of my child forgotten in darkness,
Naked sent to hunt while his fellow wear uniforms.
Please, I repeat, please
Push doors wide open for him,
What he needs is ink to convalescence.

It's all kind of mixed of up in my mind,
Stroking my courage and ego.
Even if I try to evacuate,
I will be back to dark ages again under my father's roof;
Of deserting news, lunching "Bawo"
How shall I tell my ecstacy?

13/03/2025

Poem by Malachi Kwenda

BEHIND THE SCENE

My fellow friends,
A lot happens behind the scene
Success and failure originate behind the scene.
If they describe me a star performer
It all started behind the scene.
So you see,
Behind the scene a lot is done.

I urge those remaining behind
What people should expect from your behind the scene.
Nasty,disgusting things, we expect not
Because we believe you are the best,
Shoot it now "behind the scene."

Work hard behind the scene,
Never give up, you were born a star
Remember, thee is no sweet without Sweat.
Suffer today and enjoy tomorrow.

You see me shining now,
People calling me the great poet,
It all started behind the scene,
Work hard behind the scene
Life is what you make

05/03/2025

POEM BY Malachi Kwenda

MOTHERLY LOVE

Mother is such a meritorious shied
Quiet Sea,
Unfair of you to refuse
In distress, a nest of refuge.

I used to think she's weak
Then as a course of all grumbles,
One day, I saw her bold as a soldier.

Nine miles her heels hike hills,
Empty stomach she laboured for me,
Laboured for my release from exile.

Now she groans sorrowfully,
Empty stomach my wings to sprout,
How I wonder.

What a drealy world would be without her love,
When she spray her love,
The world say Is raining.
How lovely is motherly love?

05/03/2025

WAR
By Malachi Kwenda

My heart thumps boom!!
Looking at that storm(war) pending(coming) across,

That living for me hold no attraction,
Leaving either.
For am tired of living not breathing

For friends I have but my enemies too
Sacrificing their lives for my suffering,
Good for nothing.

You're risking the life of your mother(nation),
Trying and helping your gold father(visitors)
And get us all both killed(trouble,problems), my brother.

Hold fast to a peaceful window
For if it vanishes(disappears),
Life is barren widow
And the whole world is filled with shadow(disorder).

When i grew,memory of it grew my age too,
Of World War 1 and World War 2,
Predicament(Difficult) to choose between the two

Do you think tomorrow we will not get another one
Or two or three?
No doubt because war is free.