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๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐.๐.๐. โ ๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ฆ
REST IN POWER
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I never got to know AKA personally. Other than via his multimedia presence, Iโve never seen him live even at a distance. Neither do I personally know any of AKAโs family members, friends, colleagues, and others that closely connected to him. My tribute to him is unsolicited. I publicize it with only the best of intentions; in admiration of yet another gifted, inspirational artist gone too soon. Had I had blood children of my own, some of them would have been about AKAโs age. The sadness I feel about AKAโs demise is not only of a fan or from a creativeโs perspective, but of a man with much intrinsic paternal instincts sentiments also.
People die all the time under all sorts of circumstances. The thought of hundreds, if not thousands, of people dying daily in the ongoing Ukraine war, stupefies me. Starting with my mother in October, 2018, in the past four years since I returned from a five-yearโ stay in South Africa, 2013-18, there has been a significant number of deaths in my family and friends circles in both the already-mentioned, Zambia, other parts of the world, and Norway. This has been an emotionally challenging time in that regard. But no fuss.
A total stranger of a colossal socio-cultural influence at a global scale dies, and everyone near and far makes a fuss. Cynics look and rebuff, โWhat the โ๐ฆ๐งโ is this? Some famous person dies, and the whole world is out on tantrums. And yet, right within our midst, ordinary people die under the worst of human conditions every day. Some die in solitude only to be discovered years later. Nobody raises even an eyebrow. โ๐๐งโ the famous! โ๐๐งโ the rich!! โ๐๐งโ vanity worshippers!!!โ
When I fuss about AKA or some other phenomenal global socio-cultural personalityโs demise, itโs not so much about the person and their riches. Itโs more about how outcomes of their works impact, or have impacted me as a creative and one who is ever drawn towards beautiful, uplifting material and conceptual things. All the better if Rock Starsโ human values can be appreciatively compatible with mine. When people like these die, circumstances, age or time, and space regardless, I am ever reminded of my own vulnerability and mortality. It is a humbling experience.
I fuss as a means to confront and work with my fears in the face of my smallness against creation and my fate. Hoping that I shall succeed in living every day of my life as a decent human being inspired, imperfections granted, by lessons learned from the observed deeds exemplified by dearly departed. Deep felt condolences to AKAโs family, friends, colleagues, fans, and all others that value his work and humanity in South Africa and worldwide. May His Soul Rest in Eternal Power!
SC. 03/03-2023
In my books
๐๐ช๐ด๐ฉ, ๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ง๐ข ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฆ
Like they never had meaning
No value
Thatโs ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ข
My life stories
Are rooted
In the land of my birth
๐๐ป๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ช ๐ง๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ
Made hell on earth
Where at a
Blink of an eye
People fall and die
Daily
Like we are all
Bodies of houses of cards
Trivialized
From one game of cards
To the next
Gambling
With our lives at stake
Souls made cheap
Like we have no meaning
We have no value
When blood is ink for my pen
When each Word letter
On my computer screen
Streams blood Perfect
Sure as bullets in guns spell death perfect
People in my books
Canโt help but die
In the reality of murder
Executed perfect
As a tool for
Settling scores
Eliminating enemies
The detested
The envied
Disruptors
Troublemakers
Call them rabble-rousers
The corrupt and Rock Stars alike
Thinking that people exterminations
Solve problems in the living
Good riddance
As in books
Where people die on the one page
Forgotten in
Storylines on the next fiction page
People never learn perfect
Next chapter
Enter the police
Storylines change
Exonerated or
Guilty as charged
Closing chapter
Vengeance looms in
Urban jungle law
Last chapter open
Infinite
Another body of many
Shall bite the dust
All tomorrows ahead
Born naturally
Destined to perish
Due to
Unnatural death causes
In the hands of
Natural born killers
Hitmen dying as they lived
Life and death
Humping and bumping
On the circumference of
The circle of existence
To the extent that
We can breathe
Smell
The Rands and the Nairas
I dip my pen in blood
Blood smudges my writing papers
Sight of words
Weeping blood
On my computer screen
Hard to bear
Been too many deaths lately
๐๐ณ๐จ๐ฉ, ๐ฏ๐น๐ณ๐ฉ๐ฉ, tell me something new
In the world of the living
My new book
Says to give it a break
In the dead silence
Of my solitary work space
I breathe
Something
Finer than thin air
Oxidizes my sorrow
Slow
I feel peace
Inside
Outside
All over
If there was a time for me to get hit
This would be it
Iโd die without a pain
No complaint
No resistance
Stoicism in death
Waste of yet
Another fuckinโ life
Shoot-to-kill slain
In broad daylight
The Rands and the Nairas
Donโt matter no more now
The greenback
Going to America
With Nyovest
Leaving ๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ alone
Mahotella Queens wailing
Work for your money, son
Cease criminality
American guns shoot
Numerous folks at once
In the hands of one man
In eyes-wide-open
Prejudicial fellow humanโ slaughter
Whereas methodical knee-on-neck
Executes
One man at a time
On the street
In full world view
Under the sun
Just an aside
Dark clouds
Looming over
๐๐ป๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ช shall never die ๐ง๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ
Eskom the loadshedder ainโt no accident
We canโt hide even in the dark
And then
I hear a voice in a song
Do the rap lines
๐๐ฐ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ท๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐จ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ง
๐๐บ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐บ ๐ช๐ด โ๐ฏ hero
Thinks them reduced me
To worthless
House of cards fallen apart
Them donโt know
My center holds
Which is all I need
To root me
Six feet under
For me to rest in power
For my spirit to soar
Higher in the sky
Than in my living days
Check it out
Iโm on billboards
Now
Larger than life
Ever
My arms open
To the heavens
All eyes on me
As ever
Your storyโll be over soon
One way or another
No billboards for you
No smartphone screen saver pics of you
Pages of your story bookโs
Gonna burn
In every ๐๐ป๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ช home ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ท ๐ด๐ข ๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข ๐ง๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ
๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฃ๐บ
Going out of fashion
But for Eskom
From Cape Point to Beit Bridge
Ethekwini, I donโt wanna talk
All flames on you
Supa Mega is
Forever mega
Ainโt over
Till youโre over
Yโall haters
The mikeโs dropped
Peace
END
ยฉSimon Chilembo 19/02-2023
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ก๐ข ๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ ๐๐ก
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?
Question asked by confidants, cynics, and the disdainful alike. To the extent that the current existential reality of the world, and that of myself as an individual remain unimproved, Iโll stay in Norway. I couldnโt live in Africa. Suffering from chronic post-colonialism Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Africa is a place just too messed up for me. Iโve lost all hope for the future of Africa as a progressive, equal geopolitics partner.
Acknowledging the presence of exceptional individual African minds; also, the potential of imparting good citizenry awareness to children and youth, my hope is not really totally lost. Addressing the attendant transgenerational trauma with a view to healing it is a long parallel process.
Were I to be a national political leader in Africa, Iโd become a tyrant overnight as Iโd be brutal against the corrupt, incompetent, and insolent ignoramuses. I rather prefer working at the grass-roots.
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
TEL.: +4792525032
09 September, 2022
๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ช๐๐๐ฅ๐? โ ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ช๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฎ
๐๐ ๐ถ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ฑ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ข๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐: ๐ฌ๐ผ๐๐๐ต ๐ค๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐
During my stay in Lusaka, Zambia, 1975-88, some of my most memorable social interactions involved meeting older and veteran, mostly male South African freedom fighters. These were ANC members. Then in their mid-thirties and above, some of them had travelled the world. They would have been in pursuit of various goals, which included:
- Mobilization of international support for the South African liberation struggle efforts
- Military training
- Education
About all the veterans exhibited the abhorrent traits of arrogance, tribalism, bullying, cantankerousness, outright stupidity, and violence endemic of South African kassie/ township life. Hard partying involving huge consumptions of alcohol and drugs and all that it entails were an integral part of the deal. Needless to say. Shebeen culture carried with into exile. Not that Zambians were any less of party animals.
These veterans were people of all sorts, with all sorts of familial backgrounds. They, or we, as individuals or as special-interests sub-groups were motivated and threaded together by the collective higher dream of the attainment of the liberation of South Africa from Apartheid oppression.
Much as they loved to party by default, the majority of these people took their liberation struggle work very, very seriously. They were highly knowledgeable in the various fields of Social and Natural Sciences, including Mathematics. Some had had guerrilla operations experiences within South Africa in the 1960s; also, Mozambique and Zimbabwe in conjunction with fellow freedom fighters in those countries. Others had participated in major international wars, such as the Vietnam war, and in Latin America. These were hard people.
There were three distinct individuals with whom I shared intense mutual dislike for one another. Each in their own ways reminded me of some older guys and grown-up men that were generally not nice people back in my kassie, Thabong, Welkom. These horrible guys hated especially the ever vocal and visible little boys like myself then. It didnโt help my situation being son of an envied foreign man from Zambia. I had already been in Zambia for several years when I heard that, on separate occasions, five of the horrible guys got stabbed to death by younger boys on the streets. Good riddance. For the obnoxious people these men were, their souls deserve neither rest nor peace wherever they may be in after-deathland.
Regarding the three older exiles that didnโt like me very much in Lusaka, I imagine that a mortal confrontation would have ensued at some point had we been in South Africa then. The likely murdered wouldnโt have been me.
Zambiaโs relatively laid-back culture had a way of dampening our wild South African township streaks. Otherwise, I got along fine with everyone; particularly those that found me โinteresting to talk big struggle issues toโ; their words, not mine.
My favourite was Comrade Mjaykes. He was Commander for a unit of younger, recently arrived immediate post-1976 Soweto student uprising exiles. Overriding objective here was to debrief the traumatized youth with various available and relevant medical and therapeutic methods. Intense and continuous conscientization political education was an unavoidable part of the package. And this was the fun part for me. Much of my fundamental geopolitics principles understanding was founded here.
Contrary to many a senior veteran, on the outset, Comrade Mjaykes was an unassuming personality. But he was one the most highly trained and educated around, both militarily and academically. He trained a lot, often alone late at night. He was very fit. And he read a lot too. Of his few personal possessions other than his books, he treasured a satellite radio that he had bought on one of his travels abroad. Commanding English, French, German, Russian, Spanish, and Swahili languages, the super veteran used the radio to listen to current affairs programs from all corners of the world. He was a well-informed man.
Being an exemplary leader with superior oratory skills, Comrade Mjaykes was a complete warrior in my eyes. An enduring source of inspiration that I last saw in 1981. Sadly, he was one of the earliest victims of the scourge of HIV/AIDS pandemic that began to ravage southern Africa and the rest of the world from the 1980s onwards. Comrade Mjaykes died in the newly liberated Rainbow Nation, South Africa, in December, 1994. No doubt, his soul is resting in eternal power. I canโt help but often wonder as to what he would have thought of the South Africa of today.
Acknowledging my Karate prowess already in 1977/ 78, Comrade Mjaykes said to me one day, โMuch as I know youโd make a much better soldier than all these young comrades here, Iโd rather you went to school first. You have the kind of brains there is a shortage of in our political leadership structures, see? We should be able to organize for you a scholarship for studies abroad. Iโll talk to your parents about this.โ
โThat would be nice, thank you! You know, my fatherโs biggest wish for my two siblings and I is that we could go and study overseas. But thatโll remain a pipedream because he could never afford the costs of an overseas education for us. Life is really hard for our family in Lusaka, as you know well.โ
โYes, I know! Your father is a good man. He deserves all the help we can afford him in that regard.โ
โThank you, Comrade! My parents would be extremely happy and grateful if mzabalazo/ the liberation movement can help.โ
โIt should work out for sure. But, unfortunately, currently available scholarships for full education up to university level are from Yuseserese/ the USSR (The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics). However, no, I donโt want you to go there even if you could leave tomorrow. My analysis of you and how you think tell me that you obviously are not Yuseserese material.โ
โWhy? Howโs that? All I want is to be a doctor. A doctor is a doctor, no? There are Russian doctors at the UTH/ University Teaching Hospital, right?โ
โCorrect, a doctor is a doctor to the extent that he or she thinks only within the context of being a doctor and nothing else beyond.โ
โI donโt understand!โ
โLet me explain, Sae: you see, being a doctor, or any other modern, academically attained profession for that matter, is but just one of the multitudes of tools available for us to apply in the overall growth and development of society. Youโll, of course, recall that growth refers to the actual physical expansionary attributes of society; infrastructure, for example. Whereas development refers to the total conceptual and practical work that goes towards visualizing and realizing measurable qualitative and quantitative transformation of society.โ
โYes, growth or lack thereof is a function of ideas and tools constituting a societyโs developmental visions as espoused by the incumbent national leadership.โ
โAbsolutely, Sae. Do remember that the developmental visions are promulgated in national development plans over specific time periods. Your brilliant explanation is further proof that sending you to Yuseserese will be a waste of what I see as one of the most promising of future leadership brains in our soon to be liberated South Africa. You must go to the West. Most of our smart ANC leaders in exile send their children to the West, anyway. Thereโs a good reason for that.โ
In arguing his case, Comrade Mjaykes repeated a summary of standard rhetorical statements I had heard numerous times before:
- The Soviet Union is a Socialist state.
- Socialism is a transition state. Socialism puts together all the building blocks leading to Communism attainment.
- Socialism shall build a strong state designed to enhance optimal economic growth and protection of society and all that guarantees perpetuity of the imminent march to Communism.
- Communism is the highest state of existential wellbeing attainable for society. Under Communism, classes are non-existent; all are equal with equal access to all resources necessary and available for a life of non-ending abundance for all.
- The state machinery, i.e. bureaucracy, has the function of managing efficacy of Communism towards the full satisfaction of societal needs. Under Communism, given certain specific skills according to different levels of societal engineering and resources production and distribution administration, all are at the service of society first and foremost and last.
- Communism has no room for individualism, the basis for societal stratification, or classes creation. When Christianity and other religions talk about heaven, thatโs another language for the perfect Communist state, actually. Only that Communism has no overbearing figures of God as portrayed in religious belief systems.
โThat is the rosy picture of Communism, Sae. The reality is different. Just like the concept of heaven for the religious, Communism is utopian. The march to Communism starts and ends in the already dysfunctional Socialism, really.โ
โBut I thought that attainment of the Communist state was more realistic because it was based on the dialectical material world for material human beings without mythical angels and gods in even more farfetched heavens above somewhere in the distant sky.โ
โCommunism attainment would be more realistic had it not been for Socialismโs killing of the human spirit, Sae.โ
โYou are losing me now, Comrade Mjaykes!โ
โI know that no one here has ever mentioned that last statement to you. I deliberately chose to prematurely take your political education to the next level now. Thatโs only because I really want the best for you and the future liberated, non-Communist South Africa.โ
โIf I may say so, you are beginning to sound like a sellout, Comrade Mjaykes. Arenโt you risking condemnation by others should they hear you talking like this to me nowโ
โNo, my views in this regard are already known to even the highest levels of our command structures. My devotion to the struggle is known; I having been tested on many, many occasions over the years. But because we, the ANC, arenโt hard-core Socialists yet, thereโ still much room allowed to hold principled divergent opinions in the on-going discourse of how to establish a unique, workable developmental model for the future South Africa.โ
โI see!โ
โAnd that is the point, Sae; behind the apparent success of Socialism in the USSR, North Korea, Cuba, and China, to name the most prominent, there are millions of robotized people whose senses of individuality have been broken to the core. Indeed, people may be provided with the best education in the natural and social sciences, producing top doctors, engineers, economists, and many more vocations. But thatโs often as far as it goes.
Thatโs because, through various political indoctrination methods, backed by extremely brutal national security forces trained to think and act as robotically themselves, the ruling elite ensure that the people cease to think independently and critically over existential questions.โ
โBut Iโve thus far been made to believe that people in Russia and all these socialist places live happily ever after. Moreover, Russiaโs support of ours and othersโ anti-imperialist struggles were for that the world must unite against capitalismโs exploitative socio-economic relations subjecting us to lasting poverty and subjugation.โ
โThatโs a myth, Sae. The truth is that us South Africans we are just too free-spirited, too wild to tame for Socialism. It goes without saying that Communism isnโt even worth talking about. Our allied South African Communist Party is a good platform for training in polemics and rhetoric more than anything else. Weโll discuss higher level Capitalism issues another time.โ
โI must say that this new side of Socialism has shocked me, Comrade Mjaykes.โ
โYou see, Socialism works for, and constructs linear thinkers; people who cannot think outside the box. People who think only in straight lines and right-angles in fixed operational spaces. Perhaps that may be one of the reasons Russians are superior chess players! I donโt know.โ
Itโs at about this time that my interest in chess waned. I dreaded the idea of my brains turning square! Indeed, many a South African liberation struggle veteran is a formidable chess player. If they ruled todayโ South Africa as exceptionally as they mastered chess, the country would probably be in a better place. But political leadership is an infinitely open field presupposing capacity for paradigm specific, or beyond as necessary, multifaceted thinking in problem solving and application of solutions derived thereby.
โYou have on many occasions demonstrated that you are a more independent and well-rounded thinker than your contemporaries here, Sae. I know that thatโs why some of the older comrades here donโt favour you much. They simply hate your guts. Highly educated as they are also, these guys donโt take it kindly when they are pushed out of their intellectual comfort zones, especially by a young comrade like you. They are Soviet educated.
โIโd hate to see you stagnate or degenerate intellectually as you get older. Thatโs why you canโt go to Yuseserese for studies, Sae, you see? One or two young comrades of your calibre have died out there before. Some have had mental breakdowns. It would break my heart to see that happen to you. Although the truth is suppressed in our organization, racism is also rife in the USSR. Encountering racism out there is tantamount to jumping out of the South African Apartheid pan into the Soviet racism fire, if you ask me.โ
At own private initiative elsewhere, the first scholarship chance I got for an overseas higher education was to Social Democratic capitalist Norway in 1988. I got stuck here. Primarily out of idealism and for love. No regrets. Norway is the richest country in the world. All things considered, life is as good as can be in Norway. Of course, never perfect, never fully satisfactory for everyone, but Norway does deliver for its people.
And the country is a leading Foreign Aid nation. Norwegian Finance Ministers have for years been megastars amongst their global colleagues. No Communism here. The few ardent Norwegian communists around are but fringe individuals or insignificant groupings with inconsequential social change impact, if any at all.
I write books now. I am what they call norsk forfatter. โForfatter Simon Chilemboโ sounds ever so cool! I write without fear or favour, freely following my creative fantasies to wherever they take me. I live happily ever after in an effectively non-Communist state. If Comrade Mjaykes could see me now! All gratitude due.
USSR-Socialist trained South African national leaders across the board fail to get the Rainbow Nation out of the mess theyโve plunged it in after the fall of Apartheid in 1994. In big geopolitics questions, the USSR yoke is sitting comfortably on South Africaโs neck. Mzansi drowning with a sinking ship that is post-USSR Russia fo sho.
The USSR fall with the Berlin Wall in 1989 give rise to Russia. In essence, Russia is the ghost of the former USSR. Ghosts are no touch of reality. It’s therefore not surprising that, identical to South Africa contra Apartheid’s subsequent collapse five years later, Russia never could rise from the post Berlin Wall shambles. Oligarchs ruthlessly plundered the Russian state coffers, taking corruption to the next level.
Post-1994 South Africa created its own egregious oligarchic class through the State Capture phenomenon. This has shown many a Comrade from humble beginnings becoming millionaires to billionaires overnight. They have acutely incapacitated the South African stateโs ability to optimally deliver the promise of a better life for all in a united, non-racial, non-sexist and democratic republic. The post-1994 South African oligarchic class has given the formally Apartheid state’s corruption colour. The former is living in the past. They have lost sight of the reality that Russia is not the USSR. Dismembering of the USSR is permanent.
In 2022, Russia invades Ukraine with chess moves mentality. Some things never change. It has turned out that Ukraine is not a chess board for Russia to play on as it wishes. Things have changed here. Parochial USSR legacy oblivious to this fact. Just for starters, young men of my age in the late 1970s are dying, falling like sacrificial chess pawns. The rest is a tragic war on a straight line trajectory ending potentially with a nuclear war catastrophe.
World in panic makes noise. USSR legacy ears are plugged. USSR marble eyes see imperial rebirth victory where the odds for survival are impossible to turn around. Meanwhile, Norway gives shelter and protection to Ukraine children and women running away from the ravages of Russiaโs war on their country. No better place to be. Communism allergic. Progressive society as close to heavenly terrestrial opulence as can be.
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
TEL.: +4792525032
April 23, 2022
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๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ค ๐๐ฑ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐
Please
Give me time
Walking a straight course
Is not
A given for me
Given are
Obstacles
From the first step to the last
Iโve got sores
Under my feet
I walk
Spiked metal
Carpeted roads
In my time
Iโve danced through
Landmines in my time
Bombs clapping sounds
In my ears
Donโt stop
Scars on my body
Donโt heal
I eel through
I scale
Razor wire fences
To get anywhere
My muscles are wasted
Iโve walked through fire
Itโs a wonder
I can move at all
My eardrums hurt
Itโs a wonder
I can hear
Birds sing
My will is intangible
It cannot be isolated
Cannot be broken
I move as I will
I get there
The elements
Give me no easy task
To set my roots in the soil
Hostility
Above and below
The ground is
A given for me
I must fight
All the time
I must fight
Absolutely
For everything
To reach the top of
The mountains
I climb
As a given
To sustain my life
Even just to serve
From a mountain top
When Iโd rather
Rock and roll
Down to home base
In satisfaction
Iโm ever thrust over the edge
To tumble โn roll
Over โn over
In pain
Hitting home base
Body twisted
A bone or two broken
Iโm taken
Back in time
Back in space
More obstacles
To overcome
Another mountain climb
To the top
Where keys to
My well of joy lie waiting
If love
Blanketed the earth
Iโd reach for you
My joy
Every step I take
Give me time
I cannot breathe at your pace
I carry
Weight of the world
Laden with hate
On my shoulders
I fight bigots
Hating me
For colour of my skin
They demean me
They seek to dehumanize me
Every step I take
They twist my words
Slander me
Project myths that
Colour of my skin
Facades evil in man
I get enemies for free
They muddy my paths
Spill oil over roads I walk
I slide and fall
I get up
Burn the midnight oil
Keep moving on
One step at a time
Against the clockโs
Sixty tick-tock seconds steps a minute
Sixty tick-tock minutes steps an hour
My steps have time tick-tocks
Of their own
As a given
In my precarious existence
Bigots
They seek
To break my spirits
Every step I take
I am indomitable
My spirit terrifies them
They shoot me
I die
They created Jesusโ
Resurrection story
To cover their
Confoundment over
My resilience
Give me time
Youโll see in time
That I really am human too
Everything they can do
I can do better
As a given
I must work
Ten times as hard
Anytime
In my time
There are times
The agony inside
Is unbearable
My head
Wants to explode
At not only
The bigotsโ cruelty
But their horrendous
Outright stupidity
When reason doesnโt work
When prayer doesnโt work
Because their God is made
In the image of them bigotsโ
Collective derangement
I have to stop and cry
From time to time
Please give me time
For my tears to dry
Starting from below zero
With zero privilege
Against these meanest odds
Iโll rule the world
It ainโt for nothing
Iโm the oldest
Human being on earth
They created Adam
To sideline me
Doesnโt work
Iโm here
As a given
On the eve of
My victory
Itโs beyond hatersโ imagination
But
I shall blanket
The world with love
As a given
Some day soon
Nothing can stop me
Itโs only a matter of time
Brace yourself
My love
๐๐ช๐จ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ช ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ช
This Black donโt bend
๐๐ช๐น๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ช ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ช
This Black donโt crack
๐๐๐
ยฉSimon Chilembo 06/04-2022
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
TEL.: +4792525032
April 13, 2022
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๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐: ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ง ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ง
Once upon a time
I was a man of means
My formative years I lived
With beloved
High Priestess
๐๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข
Mother of my mother
Sowing seeds of ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข
Land of milk and honey
In my head
She used to say that
If I do good
God will bless me
With ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ขโs abundance
Here on earth
If I can handle it
Heaven is for the dead
๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข is the gift of immortality
She waited until
I was a man of substance
In my world
Before she transitioned
To heavenly domains
I emerged from my sorrow
To find ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข opulence
Doors wide open
Auma must have had
A talk with God
I did good and good some more
With my thoughts
My hands
God poured her blessings on me
Shined my soul
Gave me the Midas touch
Everything I caressed
Felt the touch of God
Gave me gold
It wasnโt by chance that
I was born in
๐๐ป๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ช
The land of gold
Diamonds and pearls
๐๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ
In the land of
Black gold
Swimming with the salmon
Powered by the cod
I counted my money
In units of forty
Forty-this
Forty-that
Forty thousand here
Forty thousand there
I invested in
Forty thousand acres land here
Forty thousand houses there
Iโd have
Forty thousand million dollars
In my name
By age forty plus forty years
Me
Moving too fast to see
Me
Coming on too strong to care
Forty thousand bolts
Of malignant forces
Hit me
Took me down
Burned my forty thousand
Real estate units
Stole my forty thousand million dollars dreams
Threw me into the fire
Like a whale out of water
Crushing under its own weight
Malignant forces collapsed
Under the weight of
My forty thousand million dollars dreams
They canโt walk
They can barely crawl
The sun never sees them
They can hardly breathe
Miserable
Natural born envious losers
Forty thousand corona ventilators
Couldnโt help them
My forty thousand million dollars dreams are gone
The fire died
Phoenix that I am
Immortality blessings
Recipient that I am
For the good and good some more
That I do
I could only rise again from the ashes
I dream again
No hurry
No worries
This time around
I smell
My forty thousand million dollars anew
๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข
Bring on the milk cows now
Do kindly inform
Queen bee that Iโm back
Feed me the honey
Babe
Alas
In Ukraine
Forty thousand corpses of
Young men sacrificed in
A war made for
Catastrophe from beginning
To humanity finality
Decay under the spring sun
In open killing fields
Sprawled on devastated city streets
Where even urban stray dogs
Dare not appear
As if artillery smoke
Burning human endeavour spaces
Flowers set on fire
Inadequate
Human body decomposition gases
Foul the atmosphere
Killing cows
Milk is gone
Choking bees nests
No more honey
There never is
Life rising again in these conditions
Burning oil refineries smoke
Strangle the sun
Misery absolute
All dreams
Young men
Boys
Still carrying
Their mothersโ milk odours
On their pre-demise bodies
Forty thousand of them
Are gone
Never to return to
Their ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฃ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ด
Forty thousand plus forty thousand
Of them
Their mothers
Forty thousand of them
Their sisters
Forty thousand of them
Their cousins
Forty thousand of them
Their fathers
Their brothers
Their uncles
Their buddies
All men dying
On the frontlines too
In
Forties of thousands
Forties of thousands
And
Forties of thousands of them
Meanwhile
In Russia
One man
Presses these and those buttons there
Like a delinquent child
Micro playing computer games
Live
On the biggest outdoor TV screen
Only that death arising in
The Ukraine war
Is that of real life human beings
Forty thousand of whom
Are children of his land
Dying in ways
Sacrificial chess pieces
Never could comprehend
Ghastly
I let my forty thousand million dollars
Dreams go away
No loss
I can always recall them
I ainโt no oligarch
I own no yacht
No green back
No Euro Dollar
Sanctions on my case
Money is only numbers
Numbers come and go
As we come and go
Any woman knows
We die
Numbers continue
With their lives
Numbers make history
Numbers lock history in time
Numbers set history in line
Either you are on it
Or you are not
There are
Forty thousand souls
Wandering in my vicinity
Unaware that they are dead
Knowing not where they are
Where they want to be
Not understanding why nobody
Seems to care about them
Not in the least see them
PTSD on the other side
Must be some dreary journey
Darker than weโll ever see alive
In pre-nuclear war times
No wonder God is weary
Given up on us
Long time ago
I reach out nevertheless
๐๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข used to say that
Prayer pacifies the dead
I have work to do
I have forty thousand
Demised young menโs dreams
To ensnare
Their forty thousand stories to decode
Before nuclear bombs
Erase even our ability to count zero
Numbers are because we are
I cannot look
Count
And be indifferent
Where is God
When
Forty thousand dead
Young men
Need to be buried
With human dignity
Before scavengers
Devour their identities
Disperse their bones
Across charred earth
๐๐๐
ยฉSimon Chilembo 29/03-2022
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
TEL.: +4792525032
April 04, 2022
๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ฆ๐ง๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ข๐๐ฆ: ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ฌ
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ๐ผ๐น๐: ๐จ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฎ
American fascists
Burn books away
From birth right
Knowledge deservant
Inquisitive by default children
Planting but ignorance
In the childrenโs brains
Drawing wet blankets
Over the childrenโs heads
Stifling curiosity
Grooming children into
Manipulable dum-witted goons
Never uttering a word
About their existence
Vis-ร -vis planetary realities
Of human relations imperatives
Of harmonious co-existence
Founded on empathy
Pathetic
Dum
Literary shied
Social intelligence deprived children
Wooed to strut
Self-destruction paths
They could be sheep
Submitting to abattoir
Life termination
Without a sound
Conditioned
To accept that
Itโs better
On the other side
Contrary to the line
I learned as a school child
Though
๐๐ญ๐ฐ๐ช, ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ช, ๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข ๐ด๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช
For the uninitiated
That was Jesus
Nailed on the cross crying
๐๐บ ๐๐ฐ๐ฅ, ๐ฎ๐บ ๐๐ฐ๐ฅ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ
See
Life matters but
Primarily here on earth today
Even if itโs a Black life
Even if itโs an indigenous life
Glowing red earth colours
Even if itโs the rest of multi-colours life
In the face of White life
Clamouring for supremacist ideals
Grounded in dark pits of ignorance
Hopeless situation
As of a slaughtered sheep
Grilled over black coal red fire flames
Cremation of books
Chronicling bloody
Murderous paths
In the construction of
American greatness
At the expense of
People of colour
Stolen from Africa
Turned into unwilling sacrificial lambs
Is a move to sow seeds of
Anti-truths about the
Dark history of
Great America facing
A bleak future
As real truth is told
In
Critical Race Theory
To repair America
For America to be great
Forever
For all
Equal in the law of the land
Equal in sharing in the bounty of the land
In the spirit of equanimity
In times of penance
Times of reparations
Times of mutuality of respect
Acknowledgement of humanityโs oneness
In abundance of
Love and peace
But
No
American fascists
Gnash teeth
Clench fists
Shoot guns
Spew expletives
Obliterate books
Lead children
Into adulthood
Devoid of question marks
Exclamation marks characterizing
American fascistsโ words
Noted down
By the literate
Non-readers canโt write
Illiterates duped
Into dark sub-worlds of ignorance
Violence
Conspiracy theoriesโ sitting ducks
Gobbling fake news
Day in and day out
Ever clouding their brains
In a bright world of wisdom
Striving to keep it together
For humanityโs immortality
On planet earth
Seeking answers to the
Hows
Whats
Whens
Whos
Whys
From the roots of question marks
Whilst ignorant buffoons
Seek to decapitate
The question mark
Eternalized in the written word
Storytelling
Asking questions about
Our triumphs
Our trials
Our tribulations
Giving substance
To the cry
We shall overcome someday
Instilling in us
Resilience
Against calamitous deeds of
Illiterate buffoons
Ignorant
On the backs of educated fools
On orgies of destruction
Murder
Running around as chickens
Headless
As exclamation marks dropping
Constipation stool lumps
Emanating gas
Foul enough
To set a buffoonโs bottom alight
No wonder they can lie
Speak detrimental language
Until their mouths resemble
Their soiled bottom orifices
Elimination deserves better exit holes
Just when you thought
You had seen enough
Another fascist
East of Brexshit
Reduces Ukraine children to dust
Even still in mothersโ wombs
When you thought
It couldnโt get any worse
Estranged strong man of Russia
Against the world
Pulverizes Ukraine children in schools
Burying the seat of knowledge alive
When you thought
Bombing schools
Was a Taliban thing
Childrenโs toys
Remained unscathed
Silent witnesses that
Could never say a word
Have a story or two
To tell
Writers shall decipher
The stories
Truths about fascist atrocities
Crimes against humanity
Shall be documented in new books
Fascist ghosts captured
In the written word
For future generations
To know that
Right is might
Fire burns books
Truth is impervious
Biblical eternal satanic fires
Beckon fascists home
A place called hell
Everybodyโs gotta burn sometime
Books remake the world
Preserve the world
Justice shall prevail
One book at a time
If thatโs what it takes
Burning books
Bombing schools
Killing children
Are losing games
Wisdom rules
Ultimately
Let us read
๐๐ก๐
ยฉSimon Chilembo 14/03-2022
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
TEL.: +4792525032
March 20, 2022
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐๐ค๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
High Priestess
Seer
Mother of my mother
Had people perplexed
Sceptical
Disclosing to them
Upon request
Likely future outcomes
In their lives
According to
Godโs revelations
In her spiritual outlooks
The 1980โ saw
Television bring
Bioscope and sporting events
In South African homes
A marvel in the townships
Changing peopleโs lives forever
High Priestess liberated
Television
Gave grandmotherโs visions
Explanatory form
God spoke
No longer invisible in the wind
But from a box
The people could relate to
The box in which
God
Performed and revealed his
Future plans for the people
To the High Priestess
Who told that
Television never
Switched off in her head
Empowering the people
For if grandmother saw it on television
It had to be true
The people were convinced
There were no
Fake news
Foxes on television
In those days gone by
Television association helped
Grandmother heal many a hopeless soul
Saved many a despairing life
I wish
She were here
If only for a prayer
On the other side of the world
My 21st Century
Television is in a computer
That under normal circumstances
Doesnโt switch off
Similar to the one
In grandmotherโs head
The computer television is
In the palm of my hand
I bring it to my face
So close
I wish it could
Get into my head
Make me speak
With High Priestess grandmother
Who has since
Retired to the
Ancestral spritsโ domain
Call it heaven
That I canโt even
Dream myself to
But Iโm here
Television in hand
Watching as it happens live
In real time
In modern television lingo
As a man bombs a hospital
In there died infants
Children waiting to be born
Died in their mothersโ bellies
Bombed in the maternity wing
Of the hospital
Devastating a people
In the worst possible manner
Kill fathers on the frontline
Kill mothers in hospitals
Terminate a peopleโs
Self-propagation potential at the source
Ultimate cruelty
I heard talk of
Crimes against humanity
On television somewhere
The other day
Other mothers-to-be
On the run
Birth in open spaces
Undignified on rumbled grounds
Trembling from artillaried earth
Dead bodies
In body bags
Name tags amiss
Thrown in a mass grave nearby
As if infectious-disease carrying animal carcasses
Burial rituals wonโt do
Missiles thundering overhead
Angels from hell gone wild
Others birth in crowded
Bomb-proof tunnels
Whilst numerous others birth
In lands away from
Their homes
A current people
Losing their present and future
All-in-one to a single war
Holding the world to
Ransom in one country
Fighting for survival
Against the onslaught of
One megalomaniacโs
Murderous land grab antics
Dreaming of recreating
Greatness-of-the-past illusions
Of a once upon a time
Empire built-on-sand
Collapsed under its own rot mass
I fail to make sense of all this
I wish I were
Seeing the future
As the High Priestessโ
Television in the head
Sheโd tell it showed her
In the moment
If humanity is one
Those dead children
Are mine too
Their mothers
Could have been my wives
The troubles of life
Women have to endure
In war and peace
As I see it
Make me want
To go to war
Stop
Mad men
Who donโt see it
That way
I inhale
Close my eyes
I exhale
Open my eyes
I see
High Priestessโ
Television in my head
It shows books
Flapping their pages
In the form of
A thousand birds
In a heart formation
In the sky
I see my pigeons
From when I was a child
Grandmotherโs face
Appears
It morphs into a white pigeon
Pigeon flies out of
The Popeโs hands on television
Lands on my laps
Becomes a book
My new weapon of war
In the season of death
In atrocious earth tremors
Owing to war machinesโ
Pyroclastic forces
In the envisaged silence of
Pre-suicide moments
When self-constraint
Channels of no return
Have been traversed
I feel happiness intoxicated
I canโt explain
The sense of freedom
I feel
Chilling my spine
So
I write books with love
I write for liberty
Watch me
Defy death
Stop the war
Save the children
Bring mothers home
Save the people
I ainโt no Messiah
Iโm only human
Of flesh on bones
I weep blood
For the dead
Who never saw
Their blood flow
Into rivers of pain
๐๐๐
ยฉSimon Chilembo 11/03-2022
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
TEL.: +4792525032
March 18, 2022
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐ซ: ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐
Abused people
Adaptive people
Admirable people
Adventurous people
Alert people
Amazing people
Ambitious people
Ancient people
Appreciated people
Assertive people
Athletic people
Attractive people
Awesome people
Beautiful people
Blessed people
Blue eyes people
Boisterous people
Bravado people
Brave people
Brazen people
Bright people
Brilliant people
Capitalist people
Change people
Cheated people
Chosen people
Civilized people
Classy people
Clean people
Close to home people
Combative people
Competitive people
Confused people
Conscious people
Conservative people
Considerate people
Co-operative people
Creative people
Credible people
๐๐ณรจ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข ๐ค๐ณรจ๐ฎ๐ฆ people
Critical people
Cultured people
Curious people
Daring people
Decent people
Demanding people
Democracy people
Deprived people
Deserving people
Desperate people
Determined people
Dignified people
Dominant people
Educated people
Emotive people
English speaking people
Entitled people
Eurasian people
European people
Exemplary people
Exhausted people
Faith people
Family people
Fertile people
First World people
Fleeing people
Flexible people
Free people
Freezing people
Frustrated people
Gifted people
Graceful people
Gracious people
Grateful people
Hard-working people
Hardy people
Heroic people
High tech people
Higher people
Hilarious people
Historic people
Hopeful people
Hungry people
Imperial people
Incredible people
Independent people
Industrious people
Information age people
Informed people
Innovative people
Intelligent people
Intuitive people
Leading people
Liberal people
Liberated people
Liberty people
Life-loving people
Like you and me people
Literate people
Live next-door people
Loveable people
Loyal people
Methodical people
Middle class people
Modern people
Money people
Moving people
Non-Communist people
Non-Marxist people
Non-Socialist people
Normal people
Open people
Oppressed people
Optimistic people
Our people
Palatable people
Party people
Passionate people
Patient people
Powerful people
Productive people
Prolific people
Proud people
Realistic people
Rebellious people
Refugee people
Related people
Religious people
Resilient people
Resourceful people
Responsible people
Revolution people
Robbed people
Robust people
Sacrificial people
Same people
Savvy people
Sensitive people
Separated people
Skilled people
Slavic people
Smart people
Sophisticated people
Sovereign people
Special people
Spirited people
Splendid people
Split up people
Strong people
Strong-willed people
Suffering people
Superb people
Supportive people
Survivor people
Sweet people
Talented people
Tenacious people
Terrific people
Terrified people
Thinking people
Traumatized people
Trendy people
Ukraine people
United people
Upper class people
Urbane people
Visible people
Wanderer people
Warrior people
Wealthy people
Well-off people
Well-read people
Wise people
Wonderful people
Worn out people
White people
Africans
Afro people
Arabs
Asians
Bitches
Black people
Buddhists
Christians
Coloured people
Hindus
Jews
Junkies
Latinos
LGBTQS
Muslims
People of colour
Sikhs
Weirdos
Again
Asking for a friend
Who is better
Who is worse
Who is who
To judge
My friend wants to know
Some more
Should the fascists
Have it their way
Whatโll happen to
American women
American children
American weak and vulnerable
When the second civil war
Has set
America burning
Whites scrambling for supremacy
Blacks insisting that
Their lives matter
In the inferno
Onlookers denigrating
From behind the southern border wall
America on fire
Burn motherfucker
Burn
Fat lady ainโt gonna sing
Anytime soon
Who whines
๐๐บ๐ธ๐ฆ-๐ฏ๐บ๐ธ๐ฆ now
As in
๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ข ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ
๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐บ ๐๐ฐ๐ฆ
๐๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ข-๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ข
๐๐ฐ๐ฏ-๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ
๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต
๐๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐บ๐ข-๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐บ๐ข๐ข๐ขโฆ
Keep God out of this
Itโs about us
๐๐๐
ยฉSimon Chilembo 07/03-2022
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
TEL.: +4792525032
March 09, 2022














