Wednesday, May 8, 2013

PUBLISHED AND UNPUBLISHED POETRY-WRITING IS A TOURISM PRODUCT IN MALAWI


Nigeria is now popular and economically viable not because of oil and coal and material tourists attractions.Arts in the film industry that stem from the literature,drama and other piece of writing brands Nigeria as another special Nollywood destination.From the bloggers' selected poems,HE thinkS writing can be a tourism product of its kind.




TITLE:ZOMBA THIEF

Nine-nine-seven?

Rake through Mpunga,Namilongo

In brush bristled hair-do

Annually walks out to the market

Lazily dances on her feet

Between slim and bantam

The kleptomaniac indeed



Are you there officer?

Corner two, behind Iron Gate...

Prime suspect; her peers testify

Sings beauty in the talking

Coffee brown, white topped and black skirt

Oh! Toe peeping flat sandals

The deity that steals



Hearts wallet yawns empty

Inside out….fumbled….mulibe!

Leaps with her, beats with her

Be kind……..wish to live again

Return my heart, you thief



NO TIME IN THE WORLD
.by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Friday, May 18, 2012

on my casio,rolex,anne and simmons,zenith

for my clock runs too fast

this isnt justice at all

hour hand leaps,minute hand jumps

my alarm tease me

a better midway of siesta and retirement

time to eat and sleep to rise and off to work in cycles

cycles of going than comming

of absent than present

of speaking than chatting

of daunting task than dating

of having it all than sharing

of me and me than you and them

of leaving than living

of causing than solving

of all the petty nasties,

little time i see ,to rinse my mouth,to look good,tuck in myshirt and speak well and love my wife on site

and my wifey?

my wifi too,from continent to countryside to community surfing

and soon we are parents and slow down abit

know feeding bottles,rattlers and best nappy brands

time to define studentship

exams and exclamations of life sentences

fantancies of sweat and sweet

all i see is am a busy busy ant

food to roll down to my whole all the time on my clock

business to run,contract to seal and handshakes to honour

ah bus to catch a clock to watch,it watches me too

time for alms at PTC shop entrance,am i occupied

sorry my smallest coin is bottomdown my pocket

pray and praise to your lord God

more time accusing him of favouritism

of blessing a few,who never sing him a hyme and zikr

time to laugh, none -just smile

time for handshakes nomore-just wave at them

time to love non-just pretty lust

time to dance,non-just move my leg

time to talk ,waste of time,gestures will do

time to rest,non,work in theory meet yourself and address yourself

give credit to yourself in yourboardroom of no glass of water and refreshments and a portable table

nightfall kiss little one goodnight

and snore a second,feel a tender slap on your cheek

she says:dear babe,have a goodnight,

with that look no trace of good in it

Tis time to love

discarding all the hate and coldshoulders of the day past

its daybreak already

take a shower

time to leave

for work

whole week

weak

shit!



as busy as an ant ,bees can atleast fly



NOBLE HOUSE FALLING
by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Monday, March 19, 2012
First version Published by Together Magazine no 34 ,2005



In this noble house

its aesthetic walls slipperly for louse

tartars,chatters and tatters on majestic shoes

endless monologues and echoes......echoes



day christened title demeaned with no reflections

perculiar yellings,stinky yawnings,lame rejections

misplaced nos,exergerated approvals

hanging images repositioned via luxury upheavals

bouts ,out of bounds,a doubt

figures cropped wrongly ,i shout!

duties this high

or tis lie?

kow-tows to podium pimpers

sponsored rambling,procrastination lingers

noble house set ablaze

dying flames scorching our last flesh

hence i shall cease to rhyme

or are these lines a Crime?

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HOT SECRETS (part 1)
by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Thursday, March 15, 2012

you choose your luck,your road

you prolong a good dream,wake to a bad one

where only holy you access

lies and pretty truth lodge

darkness and light share bitter wine

if they dare a sweet one ;darkness wears light

light wears darkness

original man is found in the dark

you unfold your legs anyhow,wearing your body

munch a big bite than usual

poke your nose with a spoon

over the plate , clean your armpits,spit in the mug

touching the farthest least reached on body map

a representative of human is in the light

pose like Nesta Marley.........legend!

secrets grow up,bear children

have grand-kids

when you no longer walk to smile in the mirror

you send the trusted to the hot room

they share your assets to the crowed


VACANCY,VACANCY !
by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Friday, March 9, 2012 at
( Original Poem Published by MONTFORT PRESS-TOGETHER MAGAZINE no.30 APRIL-JUNE 2004)



Artists wanted!

Auditioned to sing our national song

song of peace,not impudence and fuel choruses

of diversity

never rampant , vocalised adversity

of true democracy

never hoarse ugly demo-CRAZY

calling for singers

to sing honestly ,honourably.



Artists please!

to sing song of our heart

To echo in chitipa even when sung in Nsanje

soprano when it is

Never hum disposable income of our song off key

The song shall not sale and heard

Shortlisted are the humble,

who know when to take down

Five to ten years -then off the stage

knowledge of Quran or Bible verses added luck.

IN THE LIBRARY
.by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Friday, March 16, 2012

dangling notice scream "SILENCE !'

chairs keep screeching

tables wobbling

books but flipping

footsteps of too late reader..tap-tap

waving hand of hutboy and ex-lover distracting

nostrils keep sneezing

quiet

in the library,theres never silence

librarian warns thief of books

readers are stealing though

their fingers pick every word fast

every fibre in their brain absorb volumes

loads than hansards

to leave printed useless notes

gathering dust on shelf

in the library


FIRST CRY (GU-N'GWA,GU-N'GWAAAA!)
.by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Sunday, March 4, 2012

To daring COUPLES OR parents to be)



BY:Isaac Che-Chikwere Nkalapagwa Kasenjere

Longed for that cry

Knelt down for just one

cried for that noise

Just one, only one

Female to weave those pony tail,

Male to be christened after my name

have composed more than enough lullabies



The troublesome seems funny

The never-ending handclapping

And tiny hands reaching out for you in welcome

Those fragile legs in crawling errand is beautiful

The crunking of spoons and cups and spills of water

Walkers lessons of da-de-da oh! lazy bones



Loving regular change of clothes

From dressed and ready to soiled shirt and dirty

Its half past seven! Am still standing by the cot

Lord !

The little human being SO gorgeous

All i remember is the first CRY of my baby

and now every single gigle......................




POEM:  FIRST CRY OF A BABY
(to all new parents)
                                       BY: Isaac Chikwere Kasenjere
I longed for that cry
Knelt down to my lord for just one
I cried for that noise in my home
Just one, only one
Female to weave those pony tail,
Male to be christened after my name
I have composed more than enough lullabies

The troublesome seems funny
The never-ending handclapping
And tiny hands reaching out for you in welcome
Those fragile legs in crawling errand is beautiful
The crunking of spoons and cups and spills of water
Walkers lessons of da-de-da oh! lazy bones

I love my regular changing of clothes
From dressed and ready to soiled shirt and dirty
Its half past seven! Am still standing by the cot
Lord I need one more male shout
For abass tone in my home
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