NYASHA MAPUVIRE SECTION

THE RIGHTEOUS AND PURE Men wearing white garments, bearing innocuous faces. Their chests, house walls and everywhere, rich with rosaries and crosses. They call it RIGHTEOUSNESS AND PURITY They talk…

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http://www.bulawayo24.comA 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 Stor…

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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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