Poetry Profile: Mbizo Chirasha
| Karabo Mkhabela June 7, 2010 |  Email |  Print |
Mbizo Chirasha is an internationally acclaimed performance poet,writer and creative projects consultant has worked as a guest poet in Namibia Haiti presidential fundraising project. Poet in residence of international conference of African culture and development/ICACD 2009. Poet in residence United Nations information centre 2001-2008.Poet in residence for Iranian embassy/UN dialogue among civilizations project2001-2004. Official performance poet Zimbabwe International Travel Expo 2007. Media/Publicity Advisor inaugural Jibilika Dance festival Zimbabwe 2007. Festival Program Consultant Zimbabawe Peace festival 2006. Convener/Event Consultant THIS IS AFRICA POETRY NIGHT 2004-2006. Official Poet Sadc Poetry Festival,NAMIBIA 2009.
Mbizo is the Official poet in residence for the ISOLA/international conference of oral literature 2010 university of Nairobi,also the Guest poet at the Arts in Translation conference in ICELAND 2010 , OFFICIAL INVITED GUEST PERFOMANCE POET AT TAMBO INTERNATIONAL ARTS FESTIVAL,CAMP MOZAMBIQUE 2010 AND THE DRUM CAFE PEACE FESTIVAL IN KENYA 2010.
The Following is Mbizo’s latest work
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Golgotha episode 911
ballot defecating shadows of hunger over
poverty creased napkins of my mind
slums farting anopheles into the gutters of my blood
long departed hunters urinated bullets into iron uterus of
war tired peasants
giving birth to atomic bombs
and suckling grenades
media wizards imbibing propaganda salami
and slogan pizza
hunger mandraxed rabbis licking fingers after chalk dust noon meals
i am a word dynamite fumigating corrupt economic bedbugs
sucking out the fertility of our sunshine
clouds of hungry bellies rumble with formulae
sunrise with virus graffiti scribbled on its forehead
moonrise with roaches corrupting its eczema eaten breasts
bread buttered with tustiville blood ,sanguages cheesed with
darfur wounds
gore dripping diamonds auctioned for flesh guzzling guns
brown teethed nights grazing green mealies before fingers
of dawn caress vendetta wounded minds
unrepentant Ngo bishops pimping vulnerables for fat cheque books,gong and bling
greenback lauretes double crossing peacecrats and warcrats in donor shebbens
economic whores dipping their sperm-ducts in diplomatic brothels
paparazzi gutters vomiting garbage of spray painted columns
slogan dogs parodying Hiroshima farce and bag dad comedy
greenhorns licking leftovers of propaganda braai packs after ballot arithmetic
undersized zealots fitting political g-strings in springs of delimitation
political morons mastering propaganda syllabus in their gimmick-
tired memories.
i am a poetic chlorine puritising political mental conveyor belts
from the crude oil of corruption
i am a metaphoric lotion peeling off eczema of the decade election hepatitis
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DEMONS GRAZING 1/2
democracy does not heal the syphilis of apartheid
it never healed the hepatitis of racism
it is the ritual of the governed to govern
though they remain governed
democracy, a word of the corrupted learned
democracy, a fart of the bullet
signature of ballot
sting of the scorpion
blood boiling stomachs of darfur
darfur you smell Nagasaki
blood frothing hard rocky buttocks of Congo
Congo you sting Baghdad
hunger pornographing breasts in Somalia
ministers dangling bellies
poetry scattered in slums and ghettos
word stitched between bullet and ballot
grammar punctuated between slogan and vulgar
democracy an oxymoron of abacha’s machete and madiba’ bible
hyperbole of Guantanamo bay and robin island
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DEMONS GRAZING 1/1
democracy
freedom unearthed from apartheid intestines
a legacy that carried sorrows since the days of yelping baboons
and yapping dogs
Monrovia blooming legumes of blood in superstitions
of blood harvesting
crocodiles basking in the east of political comfort zones
afghan with the heart burn for freedom
baboons laughing other baboons in political forests
politicians crushing poverty under their feet
polishing streets with the glitz of robots and rainbow sweet talk.
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DESTINY/FOR THE WORLD CUP
my Africa
, i see your tongue dripping the honey of sacred languages
tongues rolling in holy tones
the spirit of nerfetiti walking pyramids naked and free.
my Africa the breath of your life smell in Serengeti
while ngorongoro breathe fortune in your back
another night , another daylight
Kilimanjaro never slept last night , with breath of identity
bangamoyo smelling the scent of palms in the fluorescent of African Sunday
my Africa
the smoke of mosia tunya ,thundering
Zambezi vomiting fish
hippos dancing the light of the moonshine
‘crocodiles basking in glee of the sunshine
copper fields heaving with wealth untouched and unspoiled.
Namib desert pregnant dangling with diamonds
fish river canyon bleeding with hope ,not surrendering
skeleton coast ,
compressing the ribs of struggles won and history told.
Shafiishuna pushing the freedom cart up and down pan Africa
Valleys of rhythm
My africa
i see inyanga coughing the laughter of beauty mist
in the dawn of day
chimanimani giving birth to a newssun with joy
matopos welcoming the new ritual
after the storytelling of sleeping legends
mzilkhazi ,tshaka,nehanda and lobengula
times folded and unfolded
your memory written in the museum of revolution
after kinda love theater at vilanculos beach
i walk along bazaruto archipelago
my blood floating the warmth of cabora bassa
my Africa
in this journey to the destiny of soyo and luena
swazi kingdom,cleansing its feet in pongolo river
Princes and princesses dancing rain coming
another daylight
another moonshine
another rain season
another harvest
sunrise with the image of king moshoeshoe
in his trip in the mountain kingdom
walking down up his former kraal
africa rise again ,rise to your destiny
my Africa.
Mandela , the smile of Africa
the glee of the land
trudging through shakaland with his spears of freedom
after nights and days in robin island
spirit floating in soweto townships
soul breathing life in table mountains
kamuzu smoking imboza in the wind valleys
the mystery of mount mulanje
fish breeding generations in shire river.
my destiny
my Africa
, shine your forehead with Vaseline of freedom
caress your armpits with the lotion of wisdom
grease your thighs with soap of liberation
sing with me this song of civilization
enjoy the omelet of progression
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