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A voice within

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Every day I make a wish to see you again
Every day I wish it’s just a random scary nightmare and is going to wake up!!
But these are scary memories stuck in the mind
Every night I burst out grief emotions
Soaked in a bed of tears
I’m afraid to forget your enchanting face
Especially that look when you smile
Your eyes sparkling with love
Sometimes I wish
if you can visit me in my dreams
so that I’ll not tend to forget your charming face
Your handsome portraits are the only memory you left behind as a fortune to us
The time I checked from my busy schedule,
you were already sleeping lifeless on that white linen bed
And the clock was already ticking
All that is left with is a face patched with regrets and uncertainty
I failed you as a child
The hands of time.
We live to die
That’s the equation
By Clara Chaparadza
@skyler
21/06/20
A letter to my father
In memory of Charles Chaparadza

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A penurious life.

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Admiring the mouth-watering menu,

My throat craving for a cold beer.

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Searching my pockets,

A budget for a loaf of bread is the reality.

I then understand why,

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A penurious life.

By Trevor Virima

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Gratifying its way.

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Sunday full of its luxuriate spirit,

Carrying the drowsiness of Monday to a

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Tuesday as it brings the burden of chores.

Wednesday giving light to a thirsty Thursday as we prattle about

Friday becoming a Zip line to an

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Entertaining Saturday.

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The bitterness of bombs

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I wonder why I wonder why?

I grew up in terror

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And I met a terrible error

My life was and is still shattered

And my society scattered

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I wonder why, I wonder why?

The first bomb got me on the top of the hill

But I had to face it with courage and stay still

A couple of bodies laid like flies

And all I could hear were the cries

I wonder why, I wonder why?

I saw young lads taking the last breathe by my side

To survive I had to dive in no river in order to subside

 The ground was tensed and it couldn’t hold me anymore

And my senses, my throat and my heart were all bitter and sore

I wonder why, I wonder why?

I fled the scene leaving the dead alone and I felt the shame

But who was to be held accountable and who was to be blame

I will live to tell my own story as a single narration

But the history has it all and the full documentation

By Ngaluku Lukulu Chocho

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