Not another poet

Words are for those with promises to keep

[mbuyu-lucas]

Tales of the dead and dying

Autumn leaves fall to the ground, dry as crisp without making a sound. In silence they hide their shame, they are too broken & lost to blame. Shadows dance in the dying light, making war cries aimed to fright. They find please in the sight of the soon approaching night. Fire turned into embers, a sign of the times of end. It's once mighty flames now no one remembers. It begs for coal, For a little more But we are to deaf to answer it's call. These are tales of the dead and dying.

[mbuyu-lucas]

Angry poet

This poet is angry, he can’t tweet no more, His voice is locked in a box. His fingers are clipped off.

He screams, day in He screams, day out. But he can’t produce A sound louder than these Bars that lock him in. This poet is dying…

O feel it! Feel the faint pulse underneath the words on your screens, His pulse is a siren if you listen with your heart.

He fights every day, He fights in a very way. But he is confused, a fly that doesn’t know where to die.

[mbuyu-lucas]

Yo Yankees, Africans Skype too.

Well some Americans can piss you off, I was at the Maker Faire event earlier, and we saw some pretty neat demo that impressed us. So we passed a joke about it and this African American lady goes like “Its not magic like in the VILLAGE, its all science.” We tried explaining ourselves but she told us that we seriously thought that it is magic and she would chase us from the table.  I got mad but I kept it in.

Then when we were saying our good byes, another lady started telling us about how some lucky girl from The Gambia “a small country in west Africa ”  got a chance to study in the USA and that they have been communicating with her through Skype and Google. She then explained what Skype is saying “We communicate with her through Skype and Google, we are able to see each other face to face.”

Now I don’t want to sound like am a  sensitive person but I found what  occurred offensive, cause their statements echoed what they think about us Africans in general. That we are dark and primitive, we know nothing about Science & Technology​ . To us a TV is filled with tiny people that act out things.  Honestly speaking you can’t go to a University and start explaining what Skype is or say its not magic like in the village.

Yes  you are coming from the most developed country in world but that doesn’t guarantee that you know everything about Africa just because the international media has fed you this narrative that Africa is full of nothing but poverty, war and famines all your life.  

We may not be advanced as you , but we have access to the same technology you are using. We know what Skype is, we watch videos on YouTube​ , we Instagram​, Blog, we do it for the vine , we code solutions to our problems like you do. So the next you come to me with your American accent and tell it’s not magic like in the village, may not be as understanding as I was today.

[mbuyu-lucas]

The beauty about rain is that only a few drops are needed to make everything colorful. #ISeeGod

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Second shot: Was feeling artistic in the shower today. So I grabbed my phone and I started playing with the water. Liking this shot. #WaterPhotography #AmateurPhotography #WetFingers #WaterDrops

[mbuyu-lucas]

Was feeling artistic in the shower today. So I grabbed my phone and I started playing with the water. Liking this shot. #WaterPhotography #AmateurPhotography #BlackandWhitePhotography #water #WaterDrops #WetFingers #WaterDrops

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Africa is not a country #FirstWorldIgnorance

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Cars parked at Arcades

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Cars parked at Arcades #BlackandWhitePhotography #ArcadesShoppingMall #Lusaka #Zambia

[mbuyu-lucas]

O July

O sweet July, Your winds carry days gone by, When kites we would fly, in your blue sky.

[mbuyu-lucas]

My guilt

My guilt is that I am alive to tell, this president gone that one too. Dead Levy, dead Michael. They loved this country, they fought corruption too well.

My sin is electing a puppet, this corruption case dropped that one too. Revived Rupiah , Revived Siliya. They stole from this country, hiding the truth under the carpet.

My pain is sitting living in darkness, this light bulb out that one too. Worthless zesco, worthless ministers. They don’t plan for this country, plunging us into maddening blackness.

My crime is keeping silent, this opposition cadre killed that one too. Merciless killings, Merciless policing. They divide us in this country, they are brewing a tyrant.

#poetry #Zambia #government #zesco

[mbuyu-lucas]

Mind slaves

Slaves of the mind, Dogs are always loyal.. 50 years of physical freedom, You’re still fettered in the mind You serve the white man first.

It’s okay he can slice through the queue. Why? Are his coins any better? Brown and two faced, they are made from the same copper! I scream loudly from the back of the queue , against the new slavery.

I am Black man condemned to the back of the queue. I have no right to complain, I cursed to wait in line. I have no right to condemn.

My coins are darkened by the color of my skin. Ain’t we all citizens? Count my coppers and silvers, they amount to the white man’s pay.

But why do you let him cut the queue? Ain’t we all equal in the eyes of God? We won our rights, why the sudden change in view?

You humiliated us, threw us into pits of shame. Did the white man have better things to do, that’s why you let him cut the queue?

[mbuyu-lucas]

GOOD GUYS FINISH LAST

Tired of being mr nice, Am tired of  caring, I resign from this dreaded fate, My heart has bred so much from all the  hurt. I am tired of giving myself, all I get are bags of bad experiences to last me  decades of sad poetry, I am choking on too much misery. So tomorrow morning, After all this moping and mourning.  I will hang my heart. Personality in a girl Will no longer matter, as long as she's got a good butt. I  will shed myself of the romantic idealism, all those dreams of holding hands, I will trade them in for a million one night stands. No long will I  will say things like I love you, its just a verbal knife that keeps cutting my heart in two. No long will they say " you are a nice guy", whoever gets to be with  you will be lucky.  They will only say that "bustard broke my heart", When in the morning from her I heartlessly part. But tonight I will mourn my heart's death, knowing that tomorrow a new one I will give birth.

[mbuyu-lucas]

Circle of his own light by Dr Frank Chisupalu

My son dances in the circle of his own light: See his feet blossom as he dances to a distant song. My son dances, steps over the sun: He has caught the sun in his palm! He rubs the sun with his fingers His fingers bloom, his fingers are The sun that he caught, are the flower That he waves as he dances in the circle Of his own light Of his own sun.

[mbuyu-lucas]

Street kids

Slaves to drugs, cursed to roam the cities , they are the children of the streets, proud owners of death wishes. Like old lepers, They have decreed out, They have been neglected From all the nice places They're the living with ghost faces. For them life is a dream, And death is a reality. Only in death will they make the news, neglect is a poison we chose to use.

[mbuyu-lucas]

Poem by Hazel Chiyungi and Mbuyu Lucas Makayi to honour the late Dr. Maya Angelou entitled Where were you when Maya spoke?

(Hazel) Where were you when her words painted pictures, Put them in a frame called your memory Were you

listening when she spoke. Were you crying when her words cut through your soul. Were you listening to the mourning of the heavens that burst out in tears. When she wrote words that tore through like spears... (Mbuyu) Where were you when her words inspired millions , when they inspired a woman to be phenomenal. To rise from the ashes of poverty, to break free from oppression and be the free bird claiming the Orange sky. When she said be a rainbow in someone's cloud and most of all fear God . Where were you? (Hazel) Were you turning from left to right, ignoring the words that brought the truth to light? Were you singing her poetry lullaby to your condemned soul that your heart changed? Were you not charged, like a burning fire . Did they not consume you to reason to begin to look at selfishness and selfish ambition as treacherous treason? Tell me were you were when she spoke... (Mbuyu) When she spoke of adding educational excellence to that passing beauty. Where you in front of a mirror patching ignorance with make up? Did you listen to her words and learn to strive for more than a few nods from men. Where were you when she said love your self before you can say I love you to anyone else.. Where you were you? (Hazel) When phenomenal wasn't in a car that you didn't own, clothes you didn't work for, but in the natural, all the natural beauty of just being a unique phenomenal woman. Tell me, where were you when she wrote of the simplicity of nature surrounding us, when she could build muscle in spirit through words, a personal favorite, still I rise. She said you could rise from anything the world threw at you, did you know this or were you too consumed in your perfume, stilettos and sweet nothings whispered to your ears for one night stand that only brought you shame. Where's the phenomenal woman in that? Were you bruised and quit on living that you did not take a moment to spare just to read  & listen to the voice echoing through your mind traveling like the wind to the core of your heart that you might value your natural... your natural you. Where were you? (Mbuyu) Were you lying on your bed in the dark like a vampire mourning and swearing you never love again when she said have the courage to trust love one more time and many more. Did greed envelop you tightly that you never listened when she advised the world not to just touch the stars but to touch hearts. To heal souls. Where you so blind that you never saw her rainbow that brightened the faces of the oppressed? Where were you? When Maya spoke for the first time after her rape. When she chose to no longer remain silent when faced with adversity. Showing the world that even when the world kicked and pushed you down  you will rise and became the dream of the slave.