I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me– A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination But my life. For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment; Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid; Ambition called… Read More George Gray
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It is intriguing that the advocacy for economic justice always appears to circumvent the real culprits behind our demise; the large Multi-National Corporations (MNCs), particularly those in the extractive sectors. Yes public corruption is rife, and it is certainly part of the matrix of problems that beleaguer Zimbabwe. But it…
We have encountered storms Perfect in their drench and wreck Each of us bears an ornament of grief A ring, a notebook, a ticket torn, scar It is how humans know their kind— What is known as love, what can become the heart’s food stored away for some future Famine Love remains a jewel in… Read More May Perpetual Light Shine
I sat at the feet of beauty, unable to behold her; Choking as I were, Life draining out of my body, Yet how magical the roses and the greens, The incandescent light of life they emanated, How they must have longed for me to behold them in that very moment, attracted to their spirit, The… Read More Blocks That Are Built ..
freedom ˈfriːdəm/ noun 1. the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants. 2. the state of not being imprisoned or enslaved. Stop living your life like you are in a prison cell.
Surfacing upon daybreak you let go of yesterday’s fears and try again afraid, Reliving the symptoms of society’s ills, you make do with performance anxiety and try by all means to live out of courage, But mama never told you courage comes expensive, How do you make do with no money in the bank, Hand… Read More PAPER
He said: “In the winter dusk When the pavements were gleaming with rain, I walked thru a dingy street Hurried, harassed, Thinking of all my problems that never are solved. Suddenly out of the mist, a flaring gas-jet Shone from a huddled shop. I saw thru the bleary window A mass of playthings: False-faces hung… Read More The Lighted Window