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My beloved one
Tinashe Muzondo, U6
Murewa High School
You were my first word,
I hope you will be my last
Whenever I cried, I shouted your name
You are always there my beloved one
You have been my light in the dark
I look up to you when scared
Since day one, you stood for me
I owe my life to you my beloved one
You struggled to send me to school,
Working day and night
So I could wear nice shoes
You taught me how to walk
Now I can do my own moves
You are the reason I discovered my talent.
My beloved one
Like an eagle on its nest, you protected me from the harsh world,
I remember you saying ‘‘all that glitters is not gold’’,
I pray that your words stick to my heart
My beloved one,
I remember you were there on my first day at school,
You anxiously polished my school shoes for me to look good,
You were there from day one and I need you on my graduation day,
My queen, my heroin ,
My beloved one,
You are my Motivator Over Many,
My Music On a Miserable day,
My Only Menthol,
You have always been there,
I just want to thank you for patiently waiting
For me during the nine months you were carrying me,
Maker Of my Manners,
MY MOM,
My beloved one.
My brother
Tariro Chitombo
Wise Owl School, Marondera
He died, my brother
Thorn-bitten and stung
Sure, he died,
Gravel, ditched, he went
But full of grave pure hate
He died to haunt the soulless
And to cleanse the land he manured
Praising the living
With well-nourished green
Bound by the invisible chains
Left by a brother to decide what to chase
Yesterday he went walking and stepping along
Gay as first flowers of spring of the tune of a song
His eye was as bright as the sun in its calm
Now death like a dream in his bedfellow
He will be rotting to dust in the confined day
And the grave where on the bright snowdrops grow
Shall be the same soil as the beauty
Behind these smiles
Rutendo Mahara
Roosevelt Girls High, Lower6
A smile is the best make up any person could wear.
A smile is an instant way to fake ones confidence and happiness.
The question is, what really lies behind a billion peoples’ smiles?
Behind these smiles, are people who are lost in the wilderness,
People who are grieving silently and who have injured souls hidden beneath.
Behind these smiles, lies a lonely heart crying out for company.
Behind these smiles, lies a soul suffering from smiling depression, a term used to describe those who put on a fake smile to hide their true painful emotions.
Never judge a book by its cover, what you see is definitely not what is really being felt by a person.
The majority of people wear jackets to cover their torn shirts and blouses, that is they put on fake smiles to hide their sorrow.
They are scared to be vulnerable and to be taken advantage of by their fellows.
Behind a smiles, lies a river of tears.
A smile symbolises a lot of things and can mean a lot too.
The reason behind a smile is only known by one person which is you, and no one else can tell whether it is real or fake.
This gives more reason to the fact that society must learn to understand each other because we never know what one is thinking or feeling, which is why we should treat each other with caution.
Mother
Khulekani Ndlovu, 17
Marondera high school, L6 Sciences
Oils of love will anoint your head, in the hugs of sunrise.
Affection from your offspring be your deserved portion,
For everyday I see you waking up,
To sacrifice your might into the earthly toils
Just to provide for your beloved child.
You’re a pillar, groaning under the weight of a merciless economy
Just to shield your fragile one from a world fuming with acrimony.
Your love is bulky, like a bunch of cumulonimbus clouds parading for a rain ceremony
Your nature, heavenly woven into a captivating masterpiece of care, I give testimony
May blessings mould a dazzling mansion in your spacious hearts.
May the vines of grace bloom forth from your outstretched arms.
May peace dissolve any stubborn thorns which pierce your undying efforts,
For you’re a wonderfully sophisticated creature Oh woman!!
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