POI– Samukeliso Chuka is a rising and vibrant star in her own right. She is a promising Poet whose writings are oiled by paradox depicting unequal social and unbalanced political landscapes. POI has decided to feature this young but Creative poet as one of the PEACE MONTH Personality of inspiration. The rising poet needs more of our hand for her exposure. Talents have to be exposed to benefit both the author and the reader .Chuka proves to be well versed with a diverse pack of issues which influence her pen. Despite her tender age Chuka is an inspiration to many girls. You can contact the team at firstname.lastname@example.org . We welcome comments, likes, views and follows. Happy International PEACE MONTH!
“Tora gidi uzvitonge”,
They told us as they
Handed us bullet- less
That I wonder,
If not juxtaposition of lost souls;
Democracy becoming destruction,
Strategic displacement of value
Now their main priority,
The Blackman in the Whiteman’s
The hypo -critique state,
Metonym of a forgotten struggle…..
Violence their fist possible
Pass for sanity,
Their delusions a pragmatic
mechanism of their madness.
Deceptive socialist rhetoric,
Replacing a once existing
Nihilism their only hope,
A confused nation,
A troubled nation,
Existentialism is their only plea,
Freedom they cry for,
But a whim of toxic air and sjamboks
Creating desolation in the name
Of peace is their art.
Now I stand in my beloved country,
For I am but a languishing human,
In hostile exile…
Kimberly ss chuka.
Tattered mind, drifting with the wind.
Hard to decipher.
A tomorrow is,
But an accidental yesterday;
My betrothal day
Wonder in mother’s cruelty
Betrothing me to death,
Rather than a husband.
To her I was a burden,
A stain to her lavish life.
Her unborn child,
Though life she could give.
On that night;
Oh fateful night,
Quite night all barred out…..
Though savior to my unborn self;
A mother’s love I knew not,
It transcends simply a charade,
Shouting crises surmounted in
To the twist of my fate.
It grapples with truth,
And keeps to shadows,
This pain I can never but show.
For I was damned,
Kimberly ss chuka.
NOW I SHALL SPEAK
Indeed I shall speak for I
have been quite for too long.
If I don’t break this silence
surely I shall be judged on that
I will speak of the cruelty
That grips this urcursed
World. Of the jails they have
Filled with innocent people
While they place culprits in
I shall speak of the freedom they
Preach but cannot practice.
Of the people they have led to the slaughter in the name of politics.
I will speak of how offices have become bedrooms, of fathers who
find pleasure in the nakedness of their daughters;
Of how politics the leading business
to get you quick, yes I will speak of the war heroes turning in their graves because of the mockery you make of their sacrifice….
Speak I shall of how you go to sleep in parliament, acting like high school kids while the nation suffers in the spite of looking up to you for answers….
Of how power is now transformed through marriage and conjugality,
Yes I will say it out chief commandeering harlot who they make a role model, the harlot that looks down upon the ones do in what she did to gain power, of how you murdered them all for the sake of power;
As I speak I will also cry;
For you cde Josiah Magamba Tongogara,
Baba Joshua Mqabuko Chibwechitedza Nyongolo Nkomo,the torch bearer Solomon Mutsvairo,the henchman Edson Zvobgo……
For I am ashamed to say that the independence you fought for is no more…..
I will indeed speak of the monopoly you practice in our faces, of the voices that glitter with hatred yet we are one people.
Yes I shall speak of the wounds that have marred the academic face of a nation….
Yes I will speak of that death another funeral, a fallen hero but of what cause, Things fall apart, “Achebe”….
I have spoken and I will continue to speak, for my mouth is but a cave filled with defined words of the bitter truth..
Kimberly ss chuka.
In this dark corner i find my peace.
Away from all your sorrow….
As the deep hatred within me
destroys that little inner peace i had….
As my heart bleeds i wonder why?
Life is this unfair….
The people who are supposed to protect me are the ones who have destroyed me;
Mother going rogue, whilst father befriends the bottle, little brother calling me mother in that childhood innocence…..
Finally they have taken it away
the only pride i had and can never return! My childhood snatched before thine eyes…..becoming a mother to my brother at three,
While rejection loomed above us as our parents drowned in their misery….
Leaning on me to console your own pain,
Forgetting i was but only a child.
Finally i became a child to the wind when you divorced…..
The one you sent
me to became master and i slave, as i struggled to live and forget everything you had imposed on me, voices started forming in my head becoming the only friends i had…..
No one hears my cry neither do they see my worth, i walk in their shadows daily.
The pain seems to increase as i can only dream of studying as i see others my age going to school…
When iam nothing but a house help to my own family;
Your words have marred me, the thrashing stick you made my sibling has left scars i will carry all my life.
Father! Where are you?,
He can but not answer;
Mother i love you….
She can but not respond…little brother i miss you
Oh!i forgot people six
Feet under do not talk to the living……
Now all alone in this world i can but wonder when my own life will end.
For just as i close my eyes,
It all comes back to me, reopening those wounds that can but never heal……
Silibaziso ss chuka
Silibaziso SK .Chuka is a rising poet, writer and advocate of girl child rights. Her writings are influenced by her daily experiences and her surroundings. Her poetry is mainly paradoxical, depicting unbalanced Zimbabwe social landscapes. The Young poet has passion for Arts journalism and listens to Jazz and Soul Music.