Writings From Pumula

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02/02/2018

Those were the days of blood
With its clot narrowly visible now
In our collective shard,,,,,,, the memory

The clot, the stain, stubborn, that even the rain
Cannot wash away,,,,,,, the pain

The sun shies away, embarrassed of us
Of our Nakedness, our spiritual o**y in death,,,,,,,
the stench

Sometimes we awake at night and dance
We laugh, the wind passes through our bullet holes
And give a sound of a thousand whistles,,,,,,,
the echoes of the ghosts

Maggots of a billion seconds
Have licked us dry, dogs
Scratch us from the scorched earth,,,,,,,
the curse

We block the rain with our pleas,
We are disoriented, we no longer know
Where we belong,,,,,,, the silenced cries

We hug each other every night
As we lie in a group, but our souls are
Scattered everywhere,,,,,, the disclosure

We are a one pile of a thousand splendid
Graves singing the echoes of a past,,,,,,,
The unheard song of a massacre.

What I heard of skeleton fingers play,
On its piano of ribs, and of skulls say
By George Mjojana Mkandawire

23/08/2017

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In Jamaica, they say "If you go to a donkeys house, you don't talk about ears". In Libya they say, "if you go to the house of a hanged man, you don't talk about rope" . If I may add my version, I say "if you go to the house of a man who is terminally ill, you don't talk about the grave".But what do they mean? They all mean the same thing, and it's this: we need to beware of speaking about touchy subjects at inappropriate places or times. In other words, they advise us to exercise a lot of discretion so as not to be disrespectful, particularly when we visit people's homes or businesses. "All truth is good but not all truth is good to say." We need to be sensitive to people's plight so we don't add insult to injuries, making matters worse for them. You see, sometimes without realizing it, we punish others unnecessarily. When people already feel the guilt of their wrong, to keep talking about it, is to keep punishing them. Being hard doesn't always cause people to learn or remember a lesson. Like our elders in Morocco say, "do not correct with a slap what can be taught with a kiss" .Be sensitive .

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14/10/2016

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01/10/2016

What bites you for the first time is in your clothes.
What disturbs your crown are your new set of horns.
Your pockets steal your own money.
Your eyes think the movement of your shadow is funny.
Before fighting the demons of this world.
First clear the ones habiting your head.

16/09/2016

Sonnet #1

Crookedly, is the hand
of fate

Playing erratically the strings
of life

By his side, goddess Destiny
his soul mate

At your strong will, they shall
laugh:-

"look at that tiny speck of
a soul

Above his mates, like a sun he
shall rise

Just to plan, and dramatise epic his fall"

Weep you must not, for
your demise

For you are nothing but
a plaything

The Universal flow, these
titans abuse

You are a cock's bet in
a ring

Your grand narrative their
muse

From thy demanding entrance of your birth

To Time nibbling you slowly unto death.

07/09/2016

If a blind man threatens to throw a stone at you, probably he has his foot on one- Ghana proverb

03/09/2016

In this life we are all artists in our own way. Life is poetry. It is emotion in motion. From its ups and downs, from its madness, its beauty, up to its last minute struggle of survival, it is a magical flow. Life is a story.

From the woman wearing a white head scarf involved in money exchange at that Chicken Inn's corner, to a conductor in a kombi. A semi old drunk in a bar playing with a guitar, a night worker, an office man in a black suit, a doctor repairing lives, a gold panner, an immigrant in an alien world trying to make it in life, a student, up to that beggar on a street. We are all main actors in our lives, writers of our own novels . We know our lives best. We all got stories to tell and familiar stories to hear. This world is like a canvas and we are all colorful, so our stories are told as we live our lives. We are all artists.

Share and like if your life is a journey and a story worthy to be told.

30/08/2016

Our sweet voices,
angelic, music to
the heavens.
Oh but listen to
the hateful words
we say to each other.
Words that make a
soul shiver and God
shudder.

Our innocent faces, beautiful
and golden, our pure blood, our perfect bodies.
Oh, but behold how we turn
into monsters, when we fight
each other, scratching, mutilating, horror!!

My love, what love is this?
We're enemies in bed.
When all is perfect life
is sweet, wait till it turns
sour, when we sniff each others' rotten stench. We
crack, we growl we brawl.

Alas! We can't be perfect
love. We were snipped from
dirt by the way, and to dirt we
shall return.

As we lie in our warm bed,
so we do in our cold grave
side by side, till nothing
do us apart.

22/08/2016

Words are sacred. They are fun. They are thoughts. We float in them and yet they seem to float in us, a Paradox, our second invincible shadow. We express everything that makes us human from love to sadness with them. We throw them, we catch them. We make them, they make us. We see them, we feel them. They are not simply part of us, they are us. These words!!!

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