Friday, December 28, 2012

ZOMBA GYMKHANA GOLF COURSE UNPAID EXCURSIONS

The very first time i cut through Gymkhana Golf course going up Hotel Masongola(of course i wont forget this :"built in 1886),i spotted a lot of Golf players.Wondered how things in sports quickly changed at how instead of playing it with the regular club and that little ball all i saw were  couples  dotting the course with books.Books and books and teenagers outnumbered the adults.I was well imformed that this place is another Study 'huge specious" room  in the city.

How i wish i had something to study!,at the thought of the aftermath of any slight branchoff to help study a few beautiful ladies i saw reading but lonely.Whether they were a serious crop among the crowed  to sit alone or they were out of the market that much i did not establish.Next time i buy a newspaper and read my favourite classfied ads"vacancies'wanna make Gymkhana Golf course the best place to read them.

The Gymkhana Club, old Residency of the first commissioner of Nyasaland  to me is another face of Zomba City,who can resist its dilapidated state its a kind of  its ancient statement that it speaks and renoverting it,expanding it is what man can do to rape the virgin history that it embodies. Let it be old!look old! history is never new.

GYMKHANA GOLF COURSE

While i have a few essays,poems published in my real name i have also struggled to have my name sustained in the glory of print  media so with the above experience i dropped a few lines that made this poem become with a pseudoname/penname VERY BLACKHONEY AND MILK. hopping i have one guy who cannot publish my poem with my real name on it,get it from me i thought the editor might think thats a new kid on the block!
TITLE: GYMKHANA GOLF COURSE EXCURSIONS
 BY   :  blackhoney and Milk
a cross a green carpet
tourists of circumstance
dotted on the cource like golf balls
at books,swatting away the buzzing illiteracy
others staring,studying each others
but your nostrils,your all
mugging in to win a pal on to their hole
flipping through pages of thoughts,that roll over the place
and spread carefully,butter way
and sweet like sugar it feels
when exam calls but panic
non the chapters read
lead to failure of academics
pass in love that see them hungry and angry
who forgets Gykhana golf course
with rubbers left unused when lust takeover
still,who said there is "no hurry in Africa"
Controlling these students of love might be difficult  i only plead to them that may they stop littering Gykhana Golf Course,i dont care if their rubbers are used or unused  Gykhana is one place i call monument of its stature and a club every tourist should stop to admire and spend a little fortune for sure.

GYNKHANA CLUB house


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