DR DUCK(Poem)

Poem: Dr Duck (ambigous love poetry)

By Wilson Chipangura, author and poet

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Yesterday I ate Dr Duck,
My gullet had requested for a mate,
I had thought it was suck,
But ages after, I couldn’t hold it!
That faint smile turned into laughter,
Breaking my ribs for a surgery,

A delicate portion of mr three toes,
Who always reckon how we were foes,
Left some sores on my toungue,
Serial trials and errors of self-biting
Went away with that thick soup-
That stretched the muscles of nostril,

Looking at the big belly,
Swollen and flowing like jelly,
The inevitable smile played the beat,
Violins of a soul tied around strings,
Memories that fail to shed off
The way leaves obey the summer,

Long thorns of affection sink
In the cardiovascular, river bank
Full of emotions running like a gazelle;
A flavoured romance so sweet,
That never ceases to cure
Like the nutritious doctor,
In the celestial space inside.

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Daily Reading: The Story of Judas

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•Matthew 26:13-15
Then one of the Twelve-the one called Judas Iscariot-went to the chief priests and asked, “What are you willing to give me if I hand him over to you?” So they counted out for him thirty silver coins.(NIV)

•John 13:26-27
Jesus answered, “It is the one to whom I will give this piece of bread when I have dipped it in the dish.” Then, dipping the piece of bread, he gave it to Judas Iscariot, son of Simon. As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered into him.(NIV)

•Mark 14:43
Just as he was speaking, Judas, one of the Twelve, appeared. With him was a crowd armed with swords and clubs, sent from the chief priests, the teachers of the law, and the elders. (NIV)

•Luke: 22:47-48
He (Judas) approached Jesus to kiss him, but Jesus asked him, “Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?” (NIV)

•Matthew 27:3-5
When Judas, who had betrayed him, saw that Jesus was condemned, he was seized with remorse and returned the thirty silver coins to the chief priests and the elders…So Judas threw the money into the temple and left. Then he went away and hanged himself. (NIV)

 

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Poem: New Gift

Nyasha Mapuvire The above material(image quote) belongs to Nyasha Mapuvire a fellow talented & passionate versatile writer.

Poem:

Standing by the touchline in the field,
The rays of a unfamiliar sun
Torched the eyes with its reflection,
That was shining like a polished floor,

Playing its hide-and-seek,
Everything seemed cheeky,
In the sport pitch; the common training
Was turning hard like a stone,
In that sacred forest of our King

Cogitating about throwing in the towel,
With that sombre smile on the face
That looked like a mastered farce,
Everything changed in my watery eyeballs,
Slowly stepped a strange figure,

Shyly I approached to greet,
Feeling proud of my white teeth,
Everything looked good for real,
Finally in that quagmire I found a pal.

 

*author :Wilson( 威尔逊) Chipangura

WHY TEAM WORK IS ESSENTIAL IN LIFE

HOW TO GET AN IOTA OF TEAM WORK

by Wilson Chipangura

The most difficulty or mind boggling problem I have seen in life is, watching human beings trying to conglomerate the same way major commercial institutions merge.

Notwithstanding the obstacles these entities have faced over the years in trying to fully merge under one umbrella with one common goal being to realise profits, humans have been more unfortunate due to their combative nature of trying to work together.

Most of them have failed due to the essential elementary tool, that is TRUST, this seemingly useless discipline has gone on to affect the global governance over the years especially political institutions trying to coalesce with one aim being to change the fortunes of their country for a better future to all even the future generations.

Most humans have lacked trust towards their fellow mates due to the issue of self-aggrandizement rather than selflessness.

The following are some of the key essentialities in summary that might help one to see the importance of team work like animals or birds of the sky do rather than self-serving fellars who dig down their mates for their individualist gain :

1) TRUST

While this has been a major two animals demonstrated trust. The bird was seen carrying a creature which looked like a rat on its back flying it to safety when the jungle had caught fire.

This really demonstrated the thin line of trust between the two animals of different species and it also challenged the human pride with this : “Humans were given dominion over animals but if animals exhibit the true spirit of trust and team work then why do we[humans] lack the element of humanitarianism.”

2) VALUE UNITY

In order to realise the full essence of co-ordination and team spirit, the second quality is being united. This is what team work is all about.

There can be a team without unity but this means that it will be same as a bunch of nonentities bundled together with no mean achievements to show off except failure.

Unity is knowing that you need to pull in one direction with the rest of your team partners whenever something orthodox is being conducted and trying to lay out your points in a mannered way in whatever you don’t agree with. Be humble and be able to know that you are equal with you other partner despite your major life strides.

3) ACCEPT REALITY

Trying hard to please someone you don’t trust is never going to create a winning team in your life endeavour and as such this is going to create an unbalanced yielding at the end as all the conditions will be tilted favourably towards a fellow mate.

In one of my quotes I wrote this ;-

“The best way to mistrust is being suspicious of everyone you see but still never judge them by your thoughts.”

In this quote I tried to cogitate about how people who have never seen the great characters of the life movie tend to completely pass a verdict towards everyone they fail to admire at a first glance.
Usually when one fails to extract the perfect impression out of somebody they would have met one day, there is a tendance that their psychology will try to put judgmental codes using the past bad encounters as case study.

The best approach is therefore not to literary conclude that one person is a perfect evil like another fellar we have met up with over the years hence the need to assess and better be suspicious but still remain within the broad line of never judging everybody conclusively at a first glance without substantiated evidence to suffice your initial thoughts because the real value of team work might be shoved under a tattered carpet which expose the whole shame like a person washing a dirty linen in public.

This is the same reason why I had to write another seemingly similar quote on trust which read like this :

“The greatest mistrust is being
suspicious of everyone you see in life,of course some are in queue to goodness not all are bad apples.”

This quote was largely influenced by this thought – let’s say I offer somebody I have met today a rotten apple and they realise it later when they are hungry that it is not edible. They will curse everything and even tomorrow when they want to buy apples or somebody offers them one their mind is turned to that past encounter of being given a bad apple and as such they will thing there are no fresh apples anywhere or there are no kind people who may give them one.

Therefore the bestway to live to accept a reality that is value team work with everyone because you don’t know who is coated with real gold gem and who is coated with fake plastic material, it will be better “to trust but not too much” or ship out and accept that life goes on with a positive mind that tells you that the closure of one small door is the opening of another big door.

4) RESPECT THE THOUGHTS OF YOUR MATES

Joel Osteen once said, “If you cannot be positive then at least be quiet.”

I would like to think that reading this statement for the first time gave me a conclusion that this author(Osteen) was trying to shut the door for criticism of everything in life.

Wondering for some minutes I dismissed the statement as misguided but after deep thought I came to see that the best to derive a meaning from this quote is to know that Osteen was never against the notion of criticism.

He had seen it all that there are people who have destroyed others by offering criticism in life and never brought a solution for something which they are saying is not ideal. That is great negativity because for everything a bad thing can be found but it is the evaluation that separates a good policy from a ill-advised one.

There are most people who offer points to dissuade and those people are usually talkative but they are not essential team mates because of their pro-criticism and solution-less treatise.

This is something that is found in the modern gospels in churches where preachers have diverted from the real goal that is to break an impure thought by offering them an alternative choice that best suit their converts.

It is wise to accept our lives,try to value our good deeds and respect our team mates’ choices by trying to give them a perfect helmet in a mine field or be like that bird which saw that its other team mate can not fly and as such it offered to carry her on his back that is the perfect character of love and humility.

Wilson Chipangura is a Zimbabwe-born author of The Return From Exile Poems & Other Stories, Bachura of Row, A Eulogy of Divorce among other books(unpublished).

CALL FOR MANGUDYA’S RESIGNATON IS MISGUIDED

THE MANGUDYA RESIGNATION CONFUSION IS MISGUIDED

Good day my fellow brethren. I hope I find you so well even in this crunch economy of our beloved country Zimbabwe.
Things are very hard and unbearable in every aspect of the economy,political pillar and societal groupings that is undeniable.

It doesn’t need a rocket scientist to be able to see that Zimbabwe is stuck in doldrums of disaster.

Last week we saw,read or even heard some groups upping their game against our Central Bank governor Dr John Mangudya.

Whilst I was watching from a distance of benevolence and nuetrality I was left shell shocked by groups which were calling for the immediate resignation of the gorvenor over what they call his utmost failure to turn around the fortunes of the economy of our beloved country.

It’s not that I consider Mr Mangudya as someone who has done well but my thought is that the ‘war’ against the governor was and is still illogical and wholly misguided.

Those who called for the resignation of Mr Mangudya pointed out that the man has to do it for the sake of the economy of our country. Really!

So if Mr Mangundya is to step down today do you all have firm hope that his predecessor will deliver on what you think he has failed. Do you think cash shortage problem will be solved and the economic growth will be realised.

In as far as I am concerned on this one my dear brothers and sisters in another quarter of the political sector have lost the radar manual to know or even see that the crisis does not lie with the men and women at the Central Bank offices but by the big cockroaches(sic) at the Monomotapa buildings who continue to draft misguided policies that continue to drag the country into mess.

Do you think the resignation of Mr Governor will be a panacea to the corruption scandals that continue to grip every essential sector of the economy.

On whose orders does Dr Mangudya live by and on whose orders will the new governor whom all and sundry think will move the economy forward live on.

To be honest keeping the current governor at the helm of the Central Bank day to day business is the risk worth taking for now despite the fact that the bond notes he injected into the financial sector have continued to face some challenges which are slowly uncovering their failures.

The obdurate truth is only that the man of finance has done better to avert a great crisis that was looming when the cash shortages crisis started to knock on the door of the financial index of our beloved country full of valuable minerals than any other global nation that it continues to go poor.

Before thinking of responding to the anti-Mangudya campaign try to answer the questions: Do you think his successor will do better appointed by who?
and answer the question: Do you think Mangudya has done bad that he has failed to ‘align’ policies that can take the country to a high level when he has limited power that allows him to sing for his supper.

Then: Why have we started to direct our strength in the wrong direction,is it a sign that we are failing as a whole nation?

Of I go. Till we meet its bye bye for now.

Wilson Chipangura is a Zimbabwe-born author and Chief Executive Officer at Heavmany Production Group (Pvt) Ltd.

POEM: INDEPENDENCE(UHURU)

A’ LEVEL LITERATURE PAPER 1
(1)Critically analyse the following poem
‘INDEPENDENCE’ written by Nyasha
Mapuvire extracted from the book ‘The
Return From Exile Poems & Other
Stories’ by Wilson Chipangura paying
particular attention to form and
language.[25]
POEM: INDEPENDENCE
Hopes still saturated in the sky,
Rats and beasts eager to endure,
The wit-wit of the lions.
And what came next?
They had toiled days and nights,
Struggling to attain their free jungle.
On success,it had been in vain,
Their hopes were shattered,instead,
They had excerbated their burdens,
Voices no longer existed,silence being
golden.
A small squeak attracted a guillotine.
Lions fighting each other.
In the end mourning,regret,starvation
and suffering.
So what was the use of fighting at all?
POET: Nyasha Mapuvire is a young Zimbabwe-born
author-cum-poet.
The above poem was extracted from
the book ‘The Return From Exile
Poems & Other Stories’ by Wilson
Chipangura and is due for publish
soon.
Wilson Chipangura is a versatile
character who is of no fixed aboard but
currently is attached in Sanyati.
He can be contacted via: heavmany@gmail.com or wilsonchipangura@gmail.com
twitter: @wils_chipangura
Instagram: @wilsonchipangura
Facebook page: Wilson
Chipangura Online

Authentic Authorship: Not A Stroll In The Park

AUTHENTIC AUTHORSHIP: Its not a
stroll in the park

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An insert from Chinua Achebe’s great book Things Fall Apart. It serves as an inspiration to all aspiring scribes and other authors.

LAST STORY by Wilson Chipangura

 

The old adage nails it all that a journey of a thousand miles sets of with a baby step. This popular proverb has proven to be a bitter sweet pill to swallow for some in this global village.

If one is to take his/her precious time analysing the statement they will easily be put into dudgeon by the reality it might pose.

A baby step can be considered the slowest pace ever that can be made by a serious emissary with the intention to walk a marathon of thousand miles.

However, in as much as one might try to be put off by the reality of setting out on a journey with a baby step being the initial step,it should be true that the principle has to be followed by those who wish to succeed.

Starting something begins with a calculated movement which means there is no need to rush to reach dizzy heights. An aeroplane is a good example one should take to further
authenticate this ideology.

An aeroplane goes through a runway so
as to gather some required technicalities to help it balance in the sky from the moment it takes off up to its finito expedition.

This therefore should serve as a rude awakening to all who have dreams to achieve big things in life. They need to commence their missions with a single step so as to gather and give off the required aerobics and anaerobics factors in order to counteract foreseeable hiccups in the long journey to stardom.

Some stratagem fundamentals need to be conceptualized so as to strengthen the missile bag by the emissary.

One would later find out that the slow pace would only be an experience of the initial stages of the journey which would slowly evanesce as the race gathers some momentum.

This is only realistic if one adheres to the principles of endurance which is vital for the promised land to become a reality.

The outline highlighted above can also be applicable to those in the writing industry. Writing is a broad term which might mean anyone who can write with a pen or anything that demonstrates excellent calligraphy.

It can also mean one who is capable of scribbling an opinion for the sake of having it published in a print newspaper to gain some credit from among a bunch of their colleages.

However, the writing which this columnist is going to tackle on concern authentic art work for the sake of seriousness and promote one’s brand plus reputation world wide.

This type of writing includes the following but not limited to: journalism,poetry,plays,motivational works,amanuensis report and novel writing.

The writing which is going to be elaborated by this columnist is the one that focuses on art work or literary creativity.

Loosely all and sundry know it as authorship of novels or different types of books.

Writing a book or books is not something that is as easy as it might sound. Some of us do think that it is relatively an easy task to get down on your sit, take a pen or whatever apparatus that they can use and start writing.

Many would even go a step further and point out that they can also write a book just because John whom they look down upon or is their colleage has written a book.

Well, it is good to be courageous but sometimes behaving like a mountebank living in a state of
somnambuloquy such that you begin to cogitate that you are a great orator might be catastrophic.

You might even step out of the limits and later on realise that it is no oratory at all but one disease of sleep-talking.

It is also imperative for those who have great desires to tread their feets into the world of authoring books.

One might be disillusioned by their great skills in essay writing or documentation of their lamentations and go on to conclude that they are great authors.

Ages and ages they will only get a rude awakening when they commence works on their projects and realise that writing is no easy job after all.

Yes authentic authorship is no stroll in the park, rather it is something that is pragmatic.
Whether it might be educative novel authoring or ludicrous writing all needs pragmatic techniques and ammunition.

Sometimes authors especially debutants will find the task rigorous somewhere somehow as they go through the process of penning their
materials.

Some of them will end up even throwing in(sic) the towel when they are halfway through their work or almost drawing near to the Promised
Land.

Of course,as one embarks on a journey in mountanious terrains s/he will experience some painful moments especially when they reach at the apex or peak point of the hill.

That is certainly the most fascinating moment if one has determination to clearly figure out that it is almost the last pain stocking point in their journey.
After that adventure,its all an avalanche and no more energy would be required as the journey becomes automated and a free-fall sliding will become the new adventure to reach to the purpoted destination.

However, before one can become convivial about the last part of their expedition, they have to go through the hardest part which is the peak of the mountain.

This momento does not need those who have a light cadiac rather it requires the ones with strong determination and those who are dynamic to every situation.

Every situation needs a new stratagem and this does not favour one to continue clamouring as a static person.

The world over is fast changing with technological advancements bouncing to different levels each and everyday.
Everyday is a new day and it needs a pugnacious person to advance rather than the one of fixed aboard.

Yes aggressive approach to mind blogging situations is certainly superlative.
While resorting to aggresiveness when the going gets tough is helpful in one way or the other, it all needs one to be a good statistician who can be able to calculate the limits of adopting a pugnacious formation in a game.

It is imperative to know this if you are an authentic author that when you get down to serious business,you will lose some of your valuable assets.

Friends, spouses, business opportunities might skip your line as you begin the journey of writing your book.

While morale will reach an all time low and as you go on and on and on you will feel mister dizziness knocking on your door. There is a tendency to get put off by everything that you see or hear.

Some will even go on to lose their trust in issues partaining religiosity. The spirit of atheism will creap in as you go through your work. However, when you happen to reach
that level which is bitter-sweet and awesome you need not to tolerate the most striking mistake of accepting to segregate aggressive prayers to the Creator.

There must be a simbiotic relationship between you and the Creator in order to restore determination in your work.
Yes penning a book needs God like everything else in life. He is the one who relinquish the older you and unveils a new look author in
you.

It should also serve as a good lesson that writing all this from experience I have learnt that facts are obdurate. But in as much as facts are stubborn this does not mean they should be sidelined from being parcelled out to
the directed recipients whether old or young.

My factual point is that authentic authorship is not a stroll in the park. Authorship does not need plagiarism ladies and gentlemen rather it needs people who come up with seemingly
fresh staffs.

The reason for the use of the words seemingly new is because certainly it is true that there is nothing that is wholly new under the sun these days but with you something new can be articulated.

The only clandestine to creating new contents when you are an author is to conduct extensive research for and of every subject you are going to try and articulate.

This will increase your knowledge of the topic you are going to write about and also give a good perspective that what you are going to ‘bake’ is certainly a new ‘recipe of a cake’ that no one has ‘baked’ before.

It is true of course that there are times when we get excited that we have come up with a new idea that we think will help change the world over only to get disappointed by realising that it is certainly a primitive ideology which we had been carried away of.

Therefore, it is also good that we get prepared to learn rather than to always remain holed up in our illogical pedagogy. The only problem though is that most of us wish to always commandeer others and think that what they offer is always right.

This is catastrophic when you are an author,yes you must stick to your guns but you need to debate your ideas with other people and note down positive and helpful points they offer.

Finally getting rid of ‘useless’ elements in your path should be an essential priority if you wish to succeed as an author. There are those who will discourage you and there are those whom you purpote to be your allies yet they spariously go on a back stabbing mission in an attempt to attain free PHDs(pull him/her down syndromes) through you.

Those are the rogue elements you ought to get rid of and also getting prepared to let go some of the people or materials you consider as your
best. This will help you to attract the very best of opportunities and personalities into your net for the principle says it all that opportunity cost is the best alternative forgone in preference of the very best.

A serious author must thus be rational. Authentic authorship is thus no stroll in the park for it needs one to get up from their laurels and focus on the real thing if you are to publish a book as an author.

Off I go. Till next time enjoy your precious lifestyles by making the most of it and don’t forget to take care of your loved ones and each other. It’s bye bye for now.

 

Poem:The Mighty Mothers

POEM:THE MIGHTY
MOTHERS
I thank thee to all the
mighty,
All the mothers of this
earth,
For their bravery,sacrifi
ce and love,
They always expose to
the world,
Through caring
Taking all the risks with
great care,
I thank thee to all the
mighty,
Who have patiently
taught the suckling
great principles,
Which have proven vital
to scathing lives.
Through their nurturing
we have become role
models,
And in that we always
appreciate,
Ooh!The mighty rib of
Adam for her great
works.
Through thick and thin
shall as always,
Follow all your great
advices like a young
suckling baby
Getting ready for the
tough terrains of the
evil jungle roaring
rapids,
With a shaky fearsome
voice such as that of a
lion,
Ooh! Mighty
MOTHERS,we thank
thee the LORD for the
present to Adam.
Wilson Chipangura is an
18 years old passionate
author.
This poem was
extracted from his
book THE RETURN FROM
EXILE Poems & Other
Stories which is due for
publish anytime soon.
He can be contacted via
email: heavmany@
gmail.com or
wilsonchipangura@
gmail.com

THE RETURN FROM EXILE Poems & Other Stories

THE RETURN FROM EXILE
POEMS & OTHER
STORIES…….. ………
THE DARK NIGHT
WOW!Termite alates
again the rain season
had just begun.Seasonal
farmers had all
exclaimed with
happiness.Rural folks
had gone mad over the
prospects of catching
the termite alates not
for nutritious
supplement but for
relish as hunger had
stocked everyone.
Mr Chizuze had
shouted,”Mr Nyati I am
going to catch more
termite alates tonight
than you,last time you
beat me because i had
a few charcoals to
sustain for the whole
night.”
It had become the
norm that every
season there would be
competition for these
crisp when roasted but
delicious insects.
“Ooh!Old man Chizuze it
is now the umpteenth
time you have promised
me a good run for my
money,but failed
dismally”,said Nyati
bragging.
It had become a norm
that Chizuze was now
a pageboy of Nyati.He
hoped to finally break
that jinx.
Nyati had
continued,”You are a
specialist in failure
Chizuze,you need to
consult a sangoma to
wash away your
hoodoo because against
me you will never make
it.”
This was enough to
send an old Chizuze into
tantrums.He
thundered,”You are a
wizard Nyati,I knew it
all along that you use
juju to succeed.”The
two village gurus had
an nasty hogwash
argument for a long
moment.Their event
had been toasted by
their continuos rivalry in
women affairs.Polygam
y they said was what
makes a man
successful.Nyat i had
eight wives at his
compound while
Chizuze had six.In fact
he had five since the
last had not yet
conceived or even got
pregnant.Nyati’ s
offsprings were spread
at his compound like
flies.Probably they were
a family of houseflies.
Nyati had
thundered,”Don’ t be
that wasteful
Chizuze,the cannabis
continues to burn
without anyone
smoking it.”He paused
for a while waiting for
his words to sink into
the shrivelled skull of
old Chizuze.
“You need to be
economic and
conservative of the
scarce resources
available.Remem ber
ESAP taught us all
these principles”,Nya ti
had summed up.
“Poor Nyati!What has
ZIMASSET you brag
about done for
you.Don’t be naive and
arrogant Nyati do you
hear me” ,said Chizuze.
The two men and their
opinions had slowly
turned into cross
purposes.Yes the
economy of the country
was bad no one could
deny that but there
were always
propagandists.T hose
who tried to frame lies
into realities.The
Squeulers who could
turn black into white
overnight.
The opinions of the
people had become
emotionally allocated
and the environment
would become
temperamental by the
click of a second.Its
either you are a
propagandist,sp in
doctor,sell out or
anarchist.
The KwaBushu villagers
had become like
hookworms which eats
the intestines while a
person is moving
around as they lived
into outclassing each
other.
Nyati had broken the
waters with a parting
statement.”Good bye
my friend Chizuze,I
need to go to the fields
to check on the
wetness of the soils
because tomorrow I
need to start the
ploughing.”
Chizuze waved off his
compatriot as he felt a
pang of envy at the
thought of the success
of Nyati.
*************** *
John was not happy
with his spouse
Mary.After all she had
broken the bad news in
that dark night of the
day before.Dark as the
Varsity campus
experienced the now
familiar power
outrages.No!Dar k
because there was no
moon either,not even
shooting stars.The
world had fallen to the
prophets of
doom.Everything
looked bleak.Especiall y
the days,months,yea
rs,decades or even
centuries ahead.
Maybe dark because
Mary had told him that
she was pregnant.He
least expected it
because he was not
prepared to abort his
studies.After all there
was a year left for the
completion of his
degree programme.He
felt like a crybaby at
that moment.
During the dark night he
had said,”Mary why
can’t you have an
abortion.I am not yet
ready.”John had become
confused.How would
his garrulous father old
Chizuze would react to
the news?He had
pondered.All along he
had been against his
enrolment at the
university.It had taken
the insistence of his
mother Maruzane for
him to get to the
tertiary stage.
Now he had messed up
the game.”This is obeah
being used against
me”,he had said to
himself.At that
moment John heard
Mary’s blaming voice
surfacing.Mary had
said,”John this is not
time for these
tasteless jokes,I will
not have an
abortion”.Stars
appeared everywhere in
John’s eyes.He could no
longer see properly.The
summer night was
surprisingly as dark as
black jacks.
“You need to own up
John.Be a gentleman as
you always claim to
be.”,said Mary.She tried
to hold back the tears
which were now rolling
down his cheeks like a
violent Save river during
the summer.Mucus
followed their patriotic
comrade in protesting.
Everything had gone
sombre.Even the
nuisance notorious
mosquitos had all
deserted the room that
day.
No one wanted to
associate with John on
that day even nature
had turned against
him.He made up his
mind after deep
thinking.He had to go
home to sort out his
things.Yes his house
had to be put in
order.After all he had to
find a plan because
Mary had insisted that
he was not going to
change the situation.
Poor John had fallen
from grace to gloom.
**************
The night John had
returned home he had
been received to a cold
welcome.Everyth ing at
home was not in
shape.His mother was
not in good health as
she was sick with
yellow fever.
The second wife of
John’s father had been
beat up by his father
for saving him with
stale meal.
Mr Chizuze had no
tomorrow as he
believed in immediate
action.That was his
style but upon hearing
of his son’s return he
had jumped with zeal
that John had
expected.He had
received him like a
prodigal son.
Chizuze had an
uneventful night as
few termite alates had
been caught.The
weather had changed
unexpectedly into a cold
chilli temperature.He
had thrown in the
towel. It was on that
night that a frustrated
Chizuze was preparing
to call it a day that a
strange visitor suddenly
erupted into his
compound.
“Knock Knock
Shoko”,the stranger
said.Shoko was his
totem an honorific title
used to address elderly
people.
“Welcome,feel at home
granny”,said Chizuze
upon realising the
stranger was a fairly
ederly woman.He had
though been confused
by the woman who to
him did not seem
familiar.
They had exchanged
their greetings with the
rest of the family of
Chizuze’s first wife in
their well furnished
traditional hut.
The stranger had not
wasted time in saying
what she had come for
,which was to handover
John his pregnant
girlfriend Mary as wife
and Chizuze and his
elder wife a daughter
in-law.
The aunt had pledged
to go and take the
present she had come
with outside the
compound in the dark
night.
WILSON CHIPANGURA is
an 18 years old
passionate writer/
author.
He can be contacted via
email:heavmany@
gmail.com or
wilsonchipangur a@
gmail.com

THE RETURN FROM EXILE POEMS AND OTHER STORIES

THE RETURN FROM EXILE
POEMS AND
OTHER
STORIES………………………………..
………………………THE
MANAGER
I had been at the helm
of the
company’s operations
for full fifteen
years.After a series of
considerations i
found it hard to accept
that i had been
officially laid off as
manager at the
MultiNational entity the
Jainson
Company.The institute
was owned by
the Johnson Family.
The issue was not to
do with any
national retrenchment
programme but
my behavioural
conducts which i had
perfomed during a
public interview with
the state
broadcaster.The way i
had
spoken to the
presenter did not go
down well with the
company’s top
hierachy as it was
considered a threat
to its vision of growing
into a profit
maximising entity, as it
also halted the
confidence of the
corporate world
especially foreign
investors.My
sentiments were
considered to be a
direct call for errant
action against the
whites.They said they
were meant to
trigger war against
them.
I had spoken of the
neccessity of the
state to embark on a
land reclamation
exercise if it was to
entertain any
hopes of empowering
the black
masses.My utterances
had been
misread by almost
everyone such that
immediately after
giving the interview
my superiors had
contacted me to hear
what had gone wrong
with me.They
perceived that i needed
to go and see
the psychiatrist.My
phone had rung
after and a Mr Ricky
Johnson shouted,
“Hey, Rogers what’s
this shit all
about.”He paused and
then
continued,”Have you
gone mad.”He
was the Chief Executive
Officer of the
company in the country
and the
younger son in the
Johnson family the
owners of the Jainson
franchise.
I had tried to shot back
with a
defensive statement,
“Hello Sir
Johnson…… everything……
is…
under control no……
ne…..ed to
………worry.”I had
stammered
instead.
It was too late to
choose romantic
words for the sake of
being
professional and
diplomatic.The
temperament was not
that favourable
for such words but for
me to reverse
what i had said to the
presenter, it was
not to be.Of course,I
knew that I was
on the brink of being
shown the exit
door as Mr Johnson was
no longer in a
jovial mood but had
gone on to be
more angry than
ever.He was such a
rigorous leader who did
not tolerate
anything called a slip of
tongue.
My sacking was going
to be more of a
vendetta through
action against my
interview.My wife
Shalom had wailed
as if there was a
funeral at our
apartment in the
beautifully built
suburb of Kimwil
City.She lamented
over how she would
anguish in poverty
because of my
carelessness as we
were going to lose
almost everything
from cars,house,estate
or even clothes
as the company was
going to take
everything that belongs
to it.I had tried
to hide in the cahoots
of patriotism as
the main reason for
uttering my
sentiments.In truth i
knew that it had
been out of the need to
please the
government bigwigs
such that they
would in return honour
me with a post
in their Mvela Republic
Government.
That was it politics no
longer needed
people with a heart to
fight for the
voiceless.Yes it was
just a
campaigning tool but
not a gun to stick
by.Noel my friend had
once told me
that “Politics is a dirty
game it needs
no smart boys but
heartless
gentlemen”.
I had disagreed with
him as i thought
that it was not a dirty
game but they
are just a few foxes
that are trying to
make it a dirty game by
painting it with
a wrong mixture of
paint and a rusty
wire brush.Shalom did
not like politics
and she always
vociferously
castigated the
gentlemen clad in
expensive suits as “A
band of blood
thirsty vampires”.And
also that they
had initiated for the
disappearance of
her brother Tamuka
who had become
an anarchy of late.He
had threatened
the government that
he would stage a
solo demostration
against the big
tummy boys whom he
said were
corrupt.Once i had
warned Tamuka to
join his enemies
because i knew he
would not beat them.
Shalom hated them
because they lived
in luxury while the
masses were
suffering.”Everyone is
living below the
poverty datum line
especially members
of the civil service” she
said.I was
always dismayed by
her usual
utterances which she
seemed to have
crammed and would
always recite
when i was there.I
would tell
her,”Shalom don’t be
naive as if you
still have colonial
mentality that blacks
cannot be politicians”.I
had said this
without any evidence
of where it had
been said.Before she
could reply i had
continued,”Don’t you
see that people
are suffering because
these light
skinned people are still
holding on to
our properties”.
“What they are doing is
called milking
of our resources” I had
said.Shalom
had become so angry to
the very point
that her voice was
almost shaky and
rose higher than that of
a preacher
speaking through a
microphone.
“Women are always like
that,they are
too emotional that is it
that is how they
were created”.I had
thought to myself
but had not said it out
for i was aware
that it would torch
another
unnecessary
storm.They no longer
tolerated to be cowed
by men because
they had become
liberated by the
everpopular women
rights.Women
rights where
everywhere in the
pubs,hotels,sch
ools,hospitals,toilets
and even a newly born
baby could
even tell you of
those.Chauvinism had
been replaced by
feminism.Shalom
had reprimanded me
when i once
openly told her that
women were just
spendthrift and had no
impact in the
country’s
developmental affairs.
She was bemused by
my excessive
freedom in speech
which i always
enjoyed over
anyone.She said,”Rogers
to be forewarned is to
be forearmed
one day your freedom
of tongue shall
land you in trouble mark
my words”.
It had happened now
that i had gone on
to cause suffering to
my family and the
country’s already
suffering populace.I
was going to be sacked
and the
retrenchement exercise
was going to
intensify soon after
that.Everyone was
now at odds with me
cursing
everywhere they placed
their feet.That
day my wife had drove
to the town for
a private visit and had
returned early
and in her hand was a
newspaper
headlined “Rogers Slims
Fired.”The
already anticipated
news had hard hit
my face and i failed to
read the story
after that as i had gone
nuts with the
headline.It has
happened and Mr
Johnson had not
communicated with
me to hear my side of
the story and
like Jesus i managed to
say “LORD,Let
this cup come to pass”.I
heard my wife
saying,”The
government is against
your firing as it said it
violated your
contractual rights and
the company
must quickly reinstate
you”.She
continued, “Failure to do
so would force
the government to
unwittingly takeover
the company”.It was
the news i had
wanted to hear and
this gave me
anxiety than energy
that after that was
i going to get a post in
the cabinet.
Of course,It was
something the public
would hate forever
because land
grabbing had destroyed
the economies
of many states in
Africa.It had always
been done in a greedy
way and one
other day as i was
coming out of a
shop where i had gone
for a shopping
spree i had one vendor
crying out,
“Yesterday it was ESAP
now you are at
it again with land
grabbing”.The vendor
was certainly
disgruntled and i was
not
surprised to hear that
he was a
degreed person.A
vendor with a
Masters Degree! I had
quizzed
myself.Certainly the
country had gone
to the dogs.Barking
dogs with no tails.I
had been emotionally
connected with
the standard of live
ordinary people
lived.I knew that one
would have to
fork out a bribery fee in
order to get a
job.It was like buying
employment.My
friend Noel had met me
outside the
Chicken Slice fast food
outlet and he
had immediately lashed
out at my land
grabbing utterances.He
said that he
was not happy with my
proposal of
land reclamation though
they had
received government
backing.He had
told me that majority
foreign
companies had started
to shut down
operations in protest
against the
government’s directive
to the Jaineson
Company to reinstate
me as the
manager.I did not know
that millions
had gone jobless
because of my
utterances.My company
had also
started to pack their
bags as they were
now relocating to
Djibouti.
Industries had closed
down,teachers
were staging
industriuos action
against
their paymasters while
investors had
turned their backs on
the
country.Everything had
gone sour like
a lemon.The fund
donors had stopped
forthwith to inject their
capital into our
coffers.Everyone had
now gone on to
say,”Ooh!Rogers what a
mess have
you brought to us”.
Grain had started to go
scarce mainly
due to the ignorance of
those who had
taken over the farms
forcefully taken
from the white
lads.Hunger had
starked everyone with
the money hard
hit by inflation.I had
gone from hero to
a villain in the eyes of
the people.And
the chorus grew even
louder,”Ooh
Rogers you are a
disgrace”.
Wilson Chipangura is a
18 years
passionate writer.
He can be contacted via
email:heavmany@
gmail.com

The Return From Exile Poems & Other Stories

THE RETURN FROM EXILE
POEMS AND
OTHER
STORIES………………………………..
………………………THE
MANAGER
I had been at the helm
of the
company’s operations
for full fifteen
years.After a series of
considerations i
found it hard to accept
that i had been
officially laid off as
manager at the
MultiNational entity the
Jainson
Company.The institute
was owned by
the Johnson Family.
The issue was not to
do with any
national retrenchment
programme but
my behavioural
conducts which i had
perfomed during a
public interview with
the state
broadcaster.The way i
had
spoken to the
presenter did not go
down well with the
company’s top
hierachy as it was
considered a threat
to its vision of growing
into a profit
maximising entity, as it
also halted the
confidence of the
corporate world
especially foreign
investors.My
sentiments were
considered to be a
direct call for errant
action against the
whites.They said they
were meant to
trigger war against
them.
I had spoken of the
neccessity of the
state to embark on a
land reclamation
exercise if it was to
entertain any
hopes of empowering
the black
masses.My utterances
had been
misread by almost
everyone such that
immediately after
giving the interview
my superiors had
contacted me to hear
what had gone wrong
with me.They
perceived that i needed
to go and see
the psychiatrist.My
phone had rung
after and a Mr Ricky
Johnson shouted,
“Hey, Rogers what’s
this shit all
about.”He paused and
then
continued,”Have you
gone mad.”He
was the Chief Executive
Officer of the
company in the country
and the
younger son in the
Johnson family the
owners of the Jainson
franchise.
I had tried to shot back
with a
defensive statement,
“Hello Sir
Johnson…… everything……
is…
under control no……
ne…..ed to
………worry.”I had
stammered
instead.
It was too late to
choose romantic
words for the sake of
being
professional and
diplomatic.The
temperament was not
that favourable
for such words but for
me to reverse
what i had said to the
presenter, it was
not to be.Of course,I
knew that I was
on the brink of being
shown the exit
door as Mr Johnson was
no longer in a
jovial mood but had
gone on to be
more angry than
ever.He was such a
rigorous leader who did
not tolerate
anything called a slip of
tongue.
My sacking was going
to be more of a
vendetta through
action against my
interview.My wife
Shalom had wailed
as if there was a
funeral at our
apartment in the
beautifully built
suburb of Kimwil
City.She lamented
over how she would
anguish in poverty
because of my
carelessness as we
were going to lose
almost everything
from cars,house,estate
or even clothes
as the company was
going to take
everything that belongs
to it.I had tried
to hide in the cahoots
of patriotism as
the main reason for
uttering my
sentiments.In truth i
knew that it had
been out of the need to
please the
government bigwigs
such that they
would in return honour
me with a post
in their Mvela Republic
Government.
That was it politics no
longer needed
people with a heart to
fight for the
voiceless.Yes it was
just a
campaigning tool but
not a gun to stick
by.Noel my friend had
once told me
that “Politics is a dirty
game it needs
no smart boys but
heartless
gentlemen”.
I had disagreed with
him as i thought
that it was not a dirty
game but they
are just a few foxes
that are trying to
make it a dirty game by
painting it with
a wrong mixture of
paint and a rusty
wire brush.Shalom did
not like politics
and she always
vociferously
castigated the
gentlemen clad in
expensive suits as “A
band of blood
thirsty vampires”.And
also that they
had initiated for the
disappearance of
her brother Tamuka
who had become
an anarchy of late.He
had threatened
the government that
he would stage a
solo demostration
against the big
tummy boys whom he
said were
corrupt.Once i had
warned Tamuka to
join his enemies
because i knew he
would not beat them.
Shalom hated them
because they lived
in luxury while the
masses were
suffering.”Everyone is
living below the
poverty datum line
especially members
of the civil service” she
said.I was
always dismayed by
her usual
utterances which she
seemed to have
crammed and would
always recite
when i was there.I
would tell
her,”Shalom don’t be
naive as if you
still have colonial
mentality that blacks
cannot be politicians”.I
had said this
without any evidence
of where it had
been said.Before she
could reply i had
continued,”Don’t you
see that people
are suffering because
these light
skinned people are still
holding on to
our properties”.
“What they are doing is
called milking
of our resources” I had
said.Shalom
had become so angry to
the very point
that her voice was
almost shaky and
rose higher than that of
a preacher
speaking through a
microphone.
“Women are always like
that,they are
too emotional that is it
that is how they
were created”.I had
thought to myself
but had not said it out
for i was aware
that it would torch
another
unnecessary
storm.They no longer
tolerated to be cowed
by men because
they had become
liberated by the
everpopular women
rights.Women
rights where
everywhere in the
pubs,hotels,sch
ools,hospitals,toilets
and even a newly born
baby could
even tell you of
those.Chauvinism had
been replaced by
feminism.Shalom
had reprimanded me
when i once
openly told her that
women were just
spendthrift and had no
impact in the
country’s
developmental affairs.
She was bemused by
my excessive
freedom in speech
which i always
enjoyed over
anyone.She said,”Rogers
to be forewarned is to
be forearmed
one day your freedom
of tongue shall
land you in trouble mark
my words”.
It had happened now
that i had gone on
to cause suffering to
my family and the
country’s already
suffering populace.I
was going to be sacked
and the
retrenchement exercise
was going to
intensify soon after
that.Everyone was
now at odds with me
cursing
everywhere they placed
their feet.That
day my wife had drove
to the town for
a private visit and had
returned early
and in her hand was a
newspaper
headlined “Rogers Slims
Fired.”The
already anticipated
news had hard hit
my face and i failed to
read the story
after that as i had gone
nuts with the
headline.It has
happened and Mr
Johnson had not
communicated with
me to hear my side of
the story and
like Jesus i managed to
say “LORD,Let
this cup come to pass”.I
heard my wife
saying,”The
government is against
your firing as it said it
violated your
contractual rights and
the company
must quickly reinstate
you”.She
continued, “Failure to do
so would force
the government to
unwittingly takeover
the company”.It was
the news i had
wanted to hear and
this gave me
anxiety than energy
that after that was
i going to get a post in
the cabinet.
Of course,It was
something the public
would hate forever
because land
grabbing had destroyed
the economies
of many states in
Africa.It had always
been done in a greedy
way and one
other day as i was
coming out of a
shop where i had gone
for a shopping
spree i had one vendor
crying out,
“Yesterday it was ESAP
now you are at
it again with land
grabbing”.The vendor
was certainly
disgruntled and i was
not
surprised to hear that
he was a
degreed person.A
vendor with a
Masters Degree! I had
quizzed
myself.Certainly the
country had gone
to the dogs.Barking
dogs with no tails.I
had been emotionally
connected with
the standard of live
ordinary people
lived.I knew that one
would have to
fork out a bribery fee in
order to get a
job.It was like buying
employment.My
friend Noel had met me
outside the
Chicken Slice fast food
outlet and he
had immediately lashed
out at my land
grabbing utterances.He
said that he
was not happy with my
proposal of
land reclamation though
they had
received government
backing.He had
told me that majority
foreign
companies had started
to shut down
operations in protest
against the
government’s directive
to the Jaineson
Company to reinstate
me as the
manager.I did not know
that millions
had gone jobless
because of my
utterances.My company
had also
started to pack their
bags as they were
now relocating to
Djibouti.
Industries had closed
down,teachers
were staging
industriuos action
against
their paymasters while
investors had
turned their backs on
the
country.Everything had
gone sour like
a lemon.The fund
donors had stopped
forthwith to inject their
capital into our
coffers.Everyone had
now gone on to
say,”Ooh!Rogers what a
mess have
you brought to us”.
Grain had started to go
scarce mainly
due to the ignorance of
those who had
taken over the farms
forcefully taken
from the white
lads.Hunger had
starked everyone with
the money hard
hit by inflation.I had
gone from hero to
a villain in the eyes of
the people.And
the chorus grew even
louder,”Ooh
Rogers you are a
disgrace”.
Wilson Chipangura is a
18 years
passionate writer.
He can be contacted via
email:heavmany@
gmail.com

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