May 2011
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May 25th
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Edith
75\365 Defying patriarchy strumming the masculine bass guitar… From surviving a tragic accident Edith we Utonga really has come far. Domineering the sound she independantly thrills the crowd… Her stage presence enthralling regardless the capacity of the crowd. An inspiration to many women across the nation… Embracing and nuturing talent should be a standard parental...
May 18th
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KaTsoka: Little Foot
74\365 Katsoka, walking for hours on end trying to leave a trail in this competitive earth… Five little toes that twitch, hurt, and snap ever since birth. Katsoka, kano kwara maningi kamanikidzwa mugoghi… The little foot that sees fire when pressed up in high heeled shoes, Yet Katsoka truds along carrying the weight of the world. Married to the struggle with a little ring to...
May 18th
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Piercing Light
73\365 Piercing light slashing through the darkness… Illuminating the night with an eerie sort of calmness. Revealing the acts of night at the stroke of one switch… Its light burning bright, so bright it could frighten a hard core witch. If looked at too closely the piercing light may blinded the naked eye… Yet its absence feeds the underworld, without it, grace and...
May 18th
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Musical Intercourse
72\365 He holds the beauty of his life closer as each chord progresses… Gently sliding his fingers inbetween the twine as his beauty he caresses. To the audience all they hear is a ballad or a song… To him and his beauty, it is a thrill that lasts all night long. He uses the microphone to sing to and along his beauty… He strums her with such intensity, revealing their...
May 18th
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Pedestrian
71\365 ” The rich man’s worth is in the city… Destruction of the poor is his poverty…Destruction of your soul is vanity”. - Buju Banton. Unemployment levels soar as the day goes by… Unemployed, I would rather volunteer my services than spend hours aimlessly high. I am not asking for much, I am just another pedestrian… Filling up the nations pot...
May 18th
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Nameless
70\365 He’s only six but he is a master on the streets… He has no mother or father, no one to fend for him or buy him toddler treats. Raised by siblings, molested by the gang, ignored by the wealthy, ridiculed by poverty, protected by noone… Forgotten by relatives,tiny, cold, scared, hungry, loved by noone. Master of begging, pick-pocketing and stealing, roaming aimlessly...
May 16th
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Z.I.M.B.A.B.W.E.
69\365 Zimba redu remambwe ratinoti ZIMBABWE… Vana vake imbama… Tose tose tiri HAMA… Ruvengo ne ruchiva zvinoputsa nyika… Saka, iwewe neni ngativakei Nyika… Tikatsveta ruvengo,hudzvinyiriri nezvimwe… Haufungi kuti tose tinga komborerwa ne zvimwe… Kunamata istandard,kubatsirana IMPERATIVE… LETS BUILD EACH OTHER UP WHETHER U MY MATE OR MY...
May 14th
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Dollarisation
68\365 Hegemonic assimilation aimed at guarding the fiscal policies of a nation… Whether legal tender or parallel to one’s currency fighting to curb inflation. Stripping a nation of a strand of it’s identity… The misappropriation and lack of accountability strip us of our financial identity. Yet, the sins of our fathers we pay in euros, rupees and dollars… It...
May 14th
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Graffiti Screams
67\365 Graffiti screams, social and political inscription… This aint vandalism, it’s a form of ministry, literature subject to your depiction. Tracing back to Ancient Greece and the Roman Empire… Spray painting and scribbling thoughts, visions, dreams and artistic desire. More that pop-culuture, it’s a culture on it’s own… It screams of words untold,...
May 14th
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Nneka
66\365 Her connection of words revealing ’ The Uncomfortable Truth’… Her sincerity, wisdom, truth and dedication that of the biblical Ruth. Lashing out at capitalism: the evil causing the corruption, poverty and conceited mentality in society… Her words will jerk you back to reality till you are a ’ Victim of truth’ and submerge you into mental sobriety. ...
May 14th
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Behind the mic
65\365 Behind the mic i’m in my zone… so send me a request pon your cellular phone. Behind the mic i open up your mind… whether you straight chillin or you on the grind. Behind the mic i aim to educate… I’m ALL about love so you can’t even hate. Behind the mic all i do is entertain… Reach out to the sad and to those in pain. Behind the mic...
May 13th
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do what you do
65\365 Mama, I wanna be like you The way you do what you do I wanna do Attentive,slender and poised Held captive by e stage, nothing would do  not even the boys or some toys Sitting next to you, I stare ahead and do what you do… .R.i.O.
May 13th
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Undivided Concentration
64\365 I’m kinda busy Perusing these sleeves e Minor don’t you squeeze me The news is far juicy And to do what you youth do make me Feel so lazy I’d rather be glued here permanently With the grass around me neatly Under the shade of a tree so breezy At ease rather than out there tumbling Jus let me be, in my molded form so steel. .R.i.O.
May 13th
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Just Shades
63\365 U shield me from e sun Yet now u lay against e rain Hide e grey from me I watch u watchin the sky weep Helplessly u gaze Unemotional, immobile Only but an object Of swagger An accesory we use To hide our eyes A curtain to e windows Of our souls Manmade, unnatural An accesory A waste of hard earned cash Plastic in different shapes colors n styles What can I say? U r just shades .R.i.O.
May 8th
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When the day ends and the sun sets
62\365 Good-bye noon, hello sunset, Upon my bike I ride towards hope, and rest and some pretty smiles along the way, I bid fare well and temporarily forget the disappointments of today: The boss’s below minimum wage, The incomplete side deals halted by delay. I anticipate the bed that I shall lay, Full of warmth and comfort from the stolen love of mama Mziray, Careful not to get caught by her...
May 7th
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my green shoes...
61\365 Upon this earth, that lays flat at the command of gravity Ama tread upon it in my green shoes, I’ve got so much to do, so many places to go But now I rest and stand still, if only for a minute And glance at the green on my feet When life gets so busy, when you are enroute to meet so many people And visit so many places, remember to stop and look down Or look up, and catch ur breath U...
May 7th
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Purpose
60\365 Alone I stand, On the branch hanging low. Oblivious to the distance, my surroundings or even the witches wand, that attempts to cast a dry spell in the summer to follow. Yet i remain green, youthful and optimistic, because within, there is a promise still to be revealed. If the relationship between what i am and what i can be is magnetic, I will draw unto me the greatness that i...
May 7th