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December 04, 2023


By Ndaba Sibanda


You walked and wallowed into my heart with your woes,
and left it devoid of its nutrients, honey and hormones.

Hear this, you have made me a reaper of ruins and remnants,
yet I seek to be a humble harvester of hopes and happiness.

I am a persevering pursuer of peace, progress and plenty,
yet my heart is a heavy heater that is home to homelessness.

Contrary to your campaigns and claims, my heart is no longer
a house with walls, doors, rooms, a drainage and electrical system.

It’s no longer filled with oxygen but a hellhole since its arteries
and veins are a bleak blankness that is brutal to the pumping

of blood around my body. Drought, you speak a bare language
of betrayal and brutality that leaves my heart bereft of vitality.

Drought, hence my heart seeks nothing short of a definite divorce
from your desolate, disheartening, deceitful and decadent decay.

Article © Ndaba Sibanda. All rights reserved.
Published on 2023-10-30
Image(s) are public domain.
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