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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.

 

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