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Reserve Husband in House of Beautiful Things
In my Tumbuka tribe in Zambia, a man is his brothersโ wivesโ reserve husband. Traditionally, this is an informal but serious involuntary and platonic bond that commits the reserve husband to taking care of the sisters-in-law and, especially, the children, should some incapacitating or fatal misfortune visit the brother.
I am a single, never-been-married man with several wives from a few select blood brothers and bosom friends. I introduce one of the wives as I invite you on a day at my work place of beautiful things.
Our vehicle is the poem ARTWORKS ALIVE, which happens to be the very first piece in Onslaught 1 in the MACHONA GRIT poetry book.
Poems in Onslaught 1 reflect some aspects of my defiant intellectual, philosophical, and spiritual Personal Integrity Fortress against those that hate me.
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Separated
By the pond
Wife from another husband
My Dear Brother Ricky
Son Bolokiyoโs
๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ข ๐๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ข and I
Met in the face of a book
In cyberspace
Celebrating her birthday
We took mikes and sang
We Djโd
We danced
Fell on our backs in joy and laughter
We dropped the mikes
Went our separate ways
In the perennial dollar chase
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Blazing in my head
Yandikani Lunguโ spirit
With me in
๐๐ถ๐ป๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ ๐๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ
In the north
From where lost souls never return
Black Diamonds
Hustling to bling
In the land of
Black gold
Got to work
Iโm so happy
I feel
Artworksโ eyes
On the walls
On me
I clear my head
I see
Artworks on the walls
Dance for me
Artworksโ subjects
Come to life in the frames
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ยฉSimon Chilembo 14/12-2022
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
TEL.: +92525032
April 07, 2023
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ATLAS-TO-CAPE EXODUS
RAINBOW BROADBAND
Traitor Mandela
Chillax
Twenty-seven years in prison
Apartheid venom
Fails to corrode his bones
Iapartheid aithethi isiXhosa
Aiyazi ukuthi
Aigobeki le ntsimbi
Robben Island
Made the man
On the one hand
Broke the manโ soul
On the other
Threw his boxing gloves
To the sea lions
Chillax ashore
Gather no weeds
Hammer away rocks
Abound on the island
Protective gear
A remote idea
Rock chips and dust
Mess your eyes up
You canโt cry freedom
You canโt see
When you couldnโt care
About
Carving freedom out of stone
Rock chips and dust
Clog your nostrils up
You canโt smell
Misery of the people
In the air
In as much as
Post-Mandelaโs death
People canโt smell Corona
That way it canโt be real
And the people continue
To die like flies
In as much as
Mandelaโs
Liberation of
The people of
Mzansi is fake
Fo sho
This is the land
Mandela sold away to
White manโs burden
Legacy perpetrators
They call them
White Monopoly Capital buffoons
To whom
Gupta brothers
Cameโn added
Colourโn spice
โn pocketed
Mandelaโ sellout inheritors
Dazed in agarbatti smoke clouds
When you thought
Weed was bad
Eroding
Mzansi land
Left, right and centre
Fo sho
With their cupidity machines
Thinking that
Gravy train
Conspicuous consumption symbols
Ferrari and Maserati
Exhaust polenta to
The people of Mzansi for sho
Meanwhile
Maybach leverages mortuaries
Competing for corpses
Around Mzansi fo sho
Some corpses dappered in
Johann Rupertโs
Jewellery empire vanity chains
Stones upon which studded
Wouldnโt feed even
Insects and worms
As is the nature of stones
Who knows that better than
Northern desertsโ pyramids
Perhaps
We should all head south
Go detox
White manโs burden faeces
On Robben Island
For the illusive redemption of
Africa burning
In self-perpetuatory
White manโs burden
Transgenerational trauma
Self-annihilatory black curse
Some look up to
The Pyramids of Egypt
Findings in
The bowels of which
Only confirm
Our once upon a time grandeur
Thatโs all
Non-revolutionary
Static pride
In ancient times
Disconnected
With realities of our times
Just keeps us sinking
Beneath our rivers
In the age of
Global warming
Of not Mandelaโs doing
The Nile shall
Swallow the pyramids
One of these days
What you gonโ do
When the pyramidsโre gone
The Congo shall
Flood the belly of Africa
Someday
Whoโll be left to say anything
Whoeverโll be looking
To find Lumumbaโs bones floating around
Shall be doing so in vain
The Zambezi is coming
The Kariba Damโs already
Getting weary
Listen to your basic instincts
What you gonโ do
When Sharon Stoneโs
King Solomonโs mines are gone
Wake up
Dude
Put seventy
University
Degrees
To good us for once
For goodnessโ sake
Itโs okay
The Greenbackโs on the streets
Mzansi Randโ still
Real money fo sho
Got Mandelaโs face
On it, neh
Wathi
Pamberi ne ntontoni
Umtu
(Oh, thixo, bawo, Nkosi sikelela!)
Revolutionary Africa
Been at war
With itself from during
Anti-colonial struggle days
Civil wars continued upon
Independence attainment
Free at last to play out
White manโs burden
Transgenerational trauma
Self-annihilatory black curse games
To this day
Freedom is a relative state
In all African states
Basest result of state dysfunctionality
In Africa
As elsewhere
Is a constant
Tyrants everywhere
Including America
Staying alive
Feeding on
Murder in all its execution variabilities
Survivors rot in jail
People endure suffering
In all its construction variables
People dream of life-supportive
Freedoms elsewhere
Since Mandelaโs
Betrayal of
The African self-determination cause
Twenty-seven years ago
Mzansi fo sho
Has yet
To degenerate to levels
Of truly liberated
Free Mother Africa
Making a mockery of
Pan-Africanist dreams
When free Mother Africaโs people
Give up on the miseries
Of their tyrannical
Genocidal
War-torn lands
Of once upon a time
Ancient Mega Star Warrior Kings
As accessible to today
As
The horizon of history
Choose to rather not
Get roasted walking the Sahara
Drown treading the Mediterranean
Thereโs a rainbow broadband
Linking the poles of Africa
From the Atlas to the Cape
Making a joke of
Cecil Rhodeโs Cape-to-Cairo
Highway dream
Following this rainbow
Many an African soul
Crushed under own meaning
Of true self-annihilatory African liberation
Land in awesome Gauteng
Cradle of Humankind grounds
City of gold
Mystical
Below and above
The ground
People begin to breathe here
People grow wings here
People reach all corners of Mzansi fo sho from here
Peopleโs dreams come true here
The rest is magic
Argh, cxh
Afro-xenophobia
Comes and goes
Now and then
Mzansi fo sho
Playing out its own version of
White manโs burden
Transgenerational trauma
Self-annihilatory black curses
Call it divide and rule devices
Iโve asked before
Whoโs better
Whoโs worse
Same difference
Same shit
The southern-most
Tip of the
Africa-long broadband rainbow
Touches Robben Island
In this lament here
Nelson Mandela legacy spirit infused
I lay my head
On the anvil
In this lament here
I proclaim that
Africaโs futureโs anchored here
Prove me wrong
If you can
Hammer my brains out
If Iโm wrong
Come along
Join The Rainbow Nationโs march
To go detox itself of
White manโs burden faeces
On Robben Island
For the illusive redemption of
Africa burning
In self-perpetuatory
White manโs burden
Transgenerational trauma
Self-annihilatory black curse
Singing
Africa unite
Desmond Tutu
Knew
May His Soul Rest
In Eternal Power of Love and Peace
Itโs all in
The rainbow
Of humanityโs diversity vibrancy
Embrace it
As it garrisons you
In Mzansi fo sho
Desmond Tutuโs magical
Rainbow Nation
Where tyrants
Cave in under the law
Whilst
White manโs burden faeces
Detox movement goes on
Bloody messy
As it gets
As it was in the beginning
END
ยฉSimon Chilembo 28/12-2021
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
January 02, 2022
Tel.: +4792525032
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