CURATOR OF DEFIANCE : Mr. Super-Power It is very easy to watch child soldiers slaughtering other children in the name of war on CNN International and BBC Africa. Madam Democrat Hell easy to speak of democracy and peace in the comfort of uptown glitter built by Sudanese gems and golden oil. Comrade Humanitarian, Bloody easy to carry briefcases filled with blood money to buy rifles and mental cranking drugs for young boys in Juba to kill their elders. Honorable Ambassador, It is hur….r aay cheap for you to cut off Sudanese news headlines and stash them in your political diplomacy library, get paid on the 25th of August, enjoy cups of cappuccino and forget. Mr. Military Junta, Sweat easy to swallow your heart and become a warlord, not ashamed to sit on tables to talk peace for people you are killing. I say, it is not easy to see a Darfur mother’s giving birth biting a bullet. I go on to say, It is difficult to see grenade shredded Khartoum babies on headlines of global news. I find it not easy to walk on mounds of gun- caused shallow graves. To see stacks of machete riddled human carcasses every day of our mighty lord. African Union, European Union, Americas, Indian Peace Foundations, Asian Peace Unions And United Nations, Where are you? While gun merchants, oil cartels And blood diamond cabals harvest bloody wealth, Sudan reaping death…………. Khartoum harvesting pangs of hunger We are not mentally deaf and poetically blind …………… Asijiki! We need a sweet fart of peace in Sudan and beyond. Poetry is the Weapon of Mass Instruction Ahoy!!! Tonight, after your dinner with poets of defiance. You can also pick some ink and write a verse of peace for Sudan, IN BOLD LETTERS – Mbizo Chirasha is Editor and Curator: A Dinner with Poets of Defiance (Voice for Sudan, Brave Voices Poetry Journal 66).
Mother Africa survived the trauma of clanging chains of captivity during SLAVE TRADE , shackles of colonialism and winced from beatings of hard bolt nut clenched fists of apartheid. Children and grandchildren of Mother Africa watched helplessly her sorrowful dance to the acoustics of sufferance. Still , Africa remain resilient against beauty - smashing punches from kindred’s of neo-colonialism : global village, digital revolution and consumerism .Mama Africa’s groin is ripped apart by her triplets totalitarian regimes, economic malaise and moral decadence. Today Mother Africa of pyramids , Africa of Nefertiti , Africa of Lumumba , Africa of Mandela ,Africa of Kambarage , Africa of Lithium , Africa of diamond and Africa of uranium wallow in murky waters of poverty ,chronic civil wars and deadly epidemics .Young and established poets contributing to this Brave Voices Poetry Journal 65 Edition, AFRICA IS A POETRY REPUBLIC dipped pen tongues into dimples and crevices of our Mother Africa . The poetic tongues then spat their snort of satire and the saliva of paradox onto our mental inboxes. Tonight, we are pilgrims to the poetry gods and goddesses, we trudge through shrines of metaphor, altars of irony, mountains of hyperbole and forests of rhythm until we reach to the zenith of the POETRY REPUBLIC-Africa .( Editor of Brave Voices Poetry Journal).
MOZA IS OUR COUNTRY : 2019 arrived with omens of bad luck of death, hunger and disease. Maybe Gods are angry or bad devils are at it again. The wings of Cyclone Idai, Satan’s angel washed away the soul, breath and glint of Moza. Moza twice died and was raised by our Gods of resilience. Today we are warming the heart of Moza with metaphors of hope and we also mourn the loss of those buried in unmarked cemeteries of IDAI and KENNETH. We write these messages to massage the bruised confidence of Moza and with the hope that Moza will rise again from cinders of despair. We are African griots grieving with you Comrade Moza in this moment of forced silence and we shall dance alongside at sun rise. We say to the people of Mozambique Together We Rise. To those souls and spirits wiped away by the devils wing, we say Rest in Peace and we implore the Gods to calm your anguished spirits. ALUTA CONTINUA, land of the brave. From Tete to Sofala, Maputo to Beira, Chimoio to Manica, Nampula to Gorongoza. We say MOZA is our country .ALUTA