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Opuntia: #Poem

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Without water, I kept my greenness,
In deserts I never disappointed,
Without food, I can survive,
In all corners of the world, I remain a very good example.

Planted in the equatorial rainforest I remained the same,
In drought, I remained sempervirent,
In flooding terrains, I never stopped flourishing,
Red shining fruits I produced,
The delicious and exemplary conduct of my character.

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They call me a drought-resistant crop,
But I am a failure resistant character,
They favor me in hard times,
They mock me in good times,
But I will never complain because I know,
One day a plague will smash hard on their lands,
And I will be their only consolation.

They depend on me,
But they don’t appreciate me.

Kelvin Muzira (The Curve)
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Societal Blindfold

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I did not want to be like them.
I always believed they were to blame.
I only saw what the society defined,
“Women are a problem” yet, I am a woman also.
I believed every word society uttered to me.


Years passed and I grew up with my own truth,
Rather the truth presented to me.
Growing up to the societal good and bad definitions.
Little did I know,
It was never the reality.

I glanced at my own mother crying her life out.
Still, I blamed her and saw a wicked one who
Could not make him stay.
“Mama, you failed us,” only if I knew.
I did not want to be her.
I did not want to be them.

I perceived marriage as a trophy and gold medal of life.
Believed every word my society taught me as a woman.
I focused more on finding the right man.

I snubbed my dreams, potentials, and talents.
Ask me why?
All because I did not want to be them.
 Who is them?
Them single mothers.
They were evil according to my learned descriptions.
Little did I know.

I allowed years to slide.
My dreams called, I closed my ears.
“Women are nothing.”
Only to realize, all was a
Societal Blindfold.

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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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