PROLOGUE by Mbizo Chirasha (Curator)

“I did not only herd cattle,
I watched rainbows scribbling metaphors on the sun.
The bald headed moon nodded to my villager’s silhouette every night
.Iam a village griot counting Pythagoras and reading Oxford
. I treaded the mountains pathways of Mavuradonha
, listening to the wind of Madziva
And traversed the dew rich pastures of Guruuswa during dawns “lines from A Tribute to the Icon.

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GRIOTS OF TUKU SAMANYANGA (A Special  Tribute): On the 23rd of January 2019.The skies got eclipsed by clouds of grief and the bone chilling news of the sudden demise of the elephantic giant musical griot Zimbabwean singer Oliver Mutukudzi. The country of Zimbabwe and the entire globe slid into a din of mourning, trances of awe and frenzy of bereavement. The air turned somber and the people of the land got stuck in storms of grief. The country groaned from the apex to the peripheral pleats of cities , hems of villages and seams of farmlands .Showers of eulogies and drizzles of testimonials drenched twitter boxes , Facebook timelines and blog archives . Poets waxed lyrical verses and metaphoric testimonies tell telling the gigantic lifetime of the doyen of African artistry and the Musician Emeritus Samanyanga. Befitting tribute to the fallen giant musical baobab. Bulletins, editorials and tabloids are sweating with the hot potato news of the passing and the abrupt silence of the African griot, Oliver Tuku Mutukudzi.

Zvokwadi rufu ndimadzongoyendze
Zvino Todii? He –e todini? What shall we do?
Tumira mhere kuvakuru kuno kwaita mabasa kuno.
The great musical elephant griot is no more
The paragon of peace and tolerance. Samanyanga.
Profound lyricist and revered writer. Sororenzou.
Global entertainer and respected griot. Mutukudzi.
Great poet and African storyteller. The giant musical baobab has fallen
The air is shrieking with pain and grief
People are sobbing in trances of death loss
Dande Mountains are sobbing
Mavuradonha hills are saddened
Guruuswa is weeping ,
Samanyanga, your elephantic dance taps remain remain footprints in the fibres of our hearts.Stereos, podcasts,vlogs and televisions buzz with his popular songs Dzoka Uyamwe and yes Sororenzou you have gone back to the where we all belong .The embrace and warmth of God’s tenderness . Your songs are timeless and do not age like baobab. Superstar you join your talented son Sam Mtukudzi who was zinged away from us by tragedy before his tussling. We both write and sob knowing you will be received by good hands and enjoy the delight of the heavenly bliss. REST IN PEACE Doyen of African Music, Oliver Tuku Samanyanga Mutukudzi .Let me also thank with sincere gratitude all poets and Mr. Jurgen Troy Namupira, a fellow poet, science scholar and writer for coordinating other poets in his proximity . Together We Rise.
ALUTA CONTINUA. We give you a befitting sendoff through our poetry. Our African way of honoring the departure of a well-respected Icon. For more future submissions to the Brave Voices Poetry Journal Contact the CURATOR, Mbizo Chirasha at miombopublishing@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NGAM EMMANUEL BEYIA, Cameroonian born is poet, educationist, and an advocate of socio-political change. His writings address various issues and every reader is likely to find one that suits their interest. His works have been published in magazines and anthologies the world over. He has also received numerous awards of recognition
He studied in THE UNIVERSITY OF YAOUNDE 1, Cameroon, where he obtained BA in French and English. He then enrolled into Higher Teachers Training College, graduated with a bilingual diploma. Upon graduation has been teaching in local High schools in English speaking Cameroon.
FARE THEE WELL

Even asleep in the silent outskirts
on time’s green hills your
melodies shall eternally resonate
filling up this gaping void in me
and thousands stuck in sea of gloom.
This gust shall become mellower
as dust settles on the fine sands of grief
The gentle breeze shall
carry your appetizing aroma
from the Danube’s heights
to earth’s four corners
The brooks and books will hum
ceaseless in endless chants of praise
The unborn thy footprints shall trail
they’ll drink voracious
from the overflowing
gourd of literary artistry
simmering with rare lyrical dexterity
a delicacy, served to all and for all
Thy children like the butterfly shall
siphon proverbial nectar that lure
to magically carved symphonies
that sing of love, peace and tolerance;
sweet rapturous diet, that love shall replicate
in the hearts of future generations.
Adieu

NANCY NDEKE  is a widely published poet of international acclaim. Her writings and poetry are featured in several collections, anthologies and publications around the globe including the American magazine WILD FIRE, SAVE AFRICA ANTHOLOGY , WORLD FEDERATION OF POETS IN MEXOCI CITY. SHE IS A RESIDENT CONTRIBUTOR OF THE BRAVE VOICES POETRY JOURNAL .Ndeke is an international poet with her own books and collections under her creative belt

OLIVER MTUKUDZI.

What is the story of silence tells brother,
When TODII rises with the sun amongst sons,
Beauty and dignity and dependability signs your name,
I wept and wailed upon the grapevines wire,
Death has no shame we know,
Neither enquires nor mitigates,
But like your good name stands higher than the zonal flag,
A brother you are even in the silence of breath.
Some folks live a million life’s after THE one.
You are such a one.
You are the wind that trembled the souls of youth and elders,
Sing along lines for kids at chores,
The head sway and tap of kings and corporate moguls,
You spoke a lingo interstellar,
For hearts and minds that flew to sky’s,
You, my dear brother cannot be counted with the gone,
Your place remains in the tremendous and tremulous rhythms of your gift, A gift you gifted to all with a purity of joy,
Only heavens must have granted it,
And now the legacy lives on as we dub a sombre tear.
Yonder too, Angels sing.
Rest in peace great soul
EMMANUEL DOUGLAS MULOMOLE
was born on 8th December 1994. He is a conscientious poet, avidly quotable writer, story writer and Life advice writer. He is from Africa, Southern part which is Malawi as his country. Many of his poems have been published on national and international website and some of her poems have also been published on international anthologies. He has won many awards from international poetry forums.

OLIVER “SAMANYANGA” MTUKUDZI”

O- Ogreish death has embraced you
L- Leaving us with unanswerable questions
I – Invisible pain is drilling the well of tears
V- Vomiting the thoughts that we will miss you
E- Enforcing us to recall your lovely assiduities
R- River of tears are flowing down our cheeks.

S- Speechification in you,was full of placidity
A- And made you be a really gallant person
M- Many here will never forget you definitely
A – As you were a verisimilar son of Africa
N- Nothing to say but you were a totem
Y- Yes!! You were a giant like an elephant
A- And you had an amazing aptitude of singing
N- Notification fro you, was a great message
G- Giving us an image that you had a nice
talent
A- And you were a master for receiving the
awards.

M- Multifaceted songs from your 66 albums
will never die until our appointed time.
T- Together as Nation, we mourning about your
life
U- unplanned time has taken you without
saying goodbye
K- Killing all our hope as you were our hope
U- Uttering for us through your fearless voice
D- Deepness of your life has taught us
something
Z- Zooming our aptitude to change the whole
world
I- In all channels for using peace, love and
harmony.

May your soul rest in peace!!

TINOTENDA WILSON WAISON an aspiring poet, human rights activists, page poet, flash fictionist as well as an editor of the Deem.lit.org ( Deem literature organization ). Born on the seventh of January 1998 at a local clinic in Chitungwiza of great svikiro, Tsuro Chaminuka. A Zimbabwean by birth and originates from Malawian tribe. The son of one Godwell Waison and Angeline Mandimika, being the first in a family of two, Annah Waison, little sister .

Popularly known as the Lowlifediarist, has archived to compile and publicize two great ebooks entitled, THE STREET WHISPERS and the other one PAGES OF THE DIARY. He contributed to many journals online, The Kofi Annan tribute, African boy child campaign, The Ghetto Symphony Orchestra
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SAMANYANGA
A five-toed pachyderm has fallen, a loud bang
And his gong echoing at high metres, gone gong
In nous is cherished the tranquil beat of Neria
Assuring a sister of the discordant drum stroke
Life equates only the moment we been together

Kurutsa ibvi, hunzi bere radya munhu echoes..
A didactic orchestra he ever spelt of, Todini?
Rhetorics in question never did we knew that
Of today we shall sang from his lines… Todini
Rufu hunzi ndimadzongonyedze, Panodzimba.

Now my head aches, the reasons being sudden
Chapa kuti-uteme ndiro dambudziko mukoma
Your vicious demise left all the roadside parked
Pakarepo site with masses in tears, we mourn
Of today’s tragedy, Tuku you left us in agony.

Ndanzwa mhere kurira, Wallace ever render
Singing of those sorrowful lines, gong echoing
Lowlifediarist inscriptions read at your burial
Dancing in the dust, as the garden made spade
Awaits now to dig deep your death pit, Yearn.

 
OSMAN MBINDI, Osman Shato Mbindi ( Shato the poet) is a passionate, Zimbabwean poet. Currently residing in Beitbridge. I discovered my passion in 2016 thus when i started writing. However, my first anthology will be out somewhere along mid-February in 2019. So far I have contributed to an anthology Pleasure and pain and also on Poem Hunter on the internet. To me poetry is medicine, my mouth piece and my solace. I feel I can heal our societal ailments through the chemistry in words. I look forward to be one of the best African poets in the near future.
FAREWELL THE LEGEND( Oliver Mtukudzi)

The compassionate father
To the poverty stricken girl chil
Hasati Aziva

The genuine comforter
To the heart broken, grieved widows
Neria

An advocate against women battering
Against the brutal thunder claps
Tozeza Baba

A fountain bubbling with sprouting wisdom
An Eden garden harboring fruits of the future
Handiro Dambudziko

A warm cotton blanket
For the malnourished, abandoned doves
Street Kid

Groomer of the upcoming artists
You raised the flag of Ubuntu/ Unhu

Pss Pss Hallo

Your legendary fingers breathed life
From the unique, artistic strokes of that guitar
A weapon of tranquility and serenity
Thy lips smoothly parted to seed love
And I believe
An artist never dies
He just rests
So,
In those classic melodies
Lays our legacy to inherit
And a treasure to exhibit

 

CHRISPAH MUNYORO is currently a graduate of Applied Art and Design, Graphics and Website Programming. at Kwekwe Polytechnic College in Zimbabwe . Munyoro is a talented writer, journalist and a dedicated Design Artist. She is natural linguist, fluent in many languages among them English, Shona, Esperanto, Setswana, Swahili, Italiana and Yoruba. She began as a columnist writing feature articles in the Gweru Times in Midlands Province Capital of Zimbabwe. She has worked as a Midlands Chapter Chairperson of the Zimbabwe Association of Freelance Journalists. Munyoro was once a Zimbabwe Representative at Zone IV Regional Youth Games in 2014 Bulawayo in the boxing discipline. The multi-disciplinary artist is registered under AIBA the international body of boxing. The Writer, Artist, Poet, Journalist and athlete has been writing poetry since her tender years and she has participated in various writers, poetry, journalism and sports.

CESSATION OF LIFE –A CURSE OF PAIN
When the elephant falls the world shakes in shambles
Legendary Dr Oliver Mutukudzi, with wit and wisdom
Pioneered the musical industry with vigor
Producer, lyrical accelerando, collaborator and humble
You left a great mark and gap with your interactions
Never self-centered and a comforter
Ambassador of peace and humility
A great father full of love
Samanyanga, your melodious tunes always treasured
Like ivory forever unique
An icon, an irreplaceable protagonist
The best ever celebrity out of Zimbabwe

Tuku, you raised Zimbabwean flag high internationally
Born and gone with your signal cough
You left a great legacy
It pains that you are no more
At the same time we are in jubilation
You fulfilled your destined mission
Your vigor was never a mission impossible
Celebrating your life with a heavy heart
Tears may not dry but your music will always live
Salute and honor you Dr. Oliver Mutukudzi
One of a kind hero, cherish your sagacity
You are now in serenity and better place with no pain
Rest in eternal bliss and peace
MICHAEL MWANGI MACHARIA is a poet based in the Rift Valley region, Kenya. He contributes literary and education articles to the Kenyan dailies. He is also involved in directing, adjudication of music and drama. He has developing interest in History, Fine art and photography

ODE FOR OLIVER MTUKUDZI
Great artistes ne’er die
Their message and voice ride
Echoes in the evening breeze
Moving past national frontiers
Languages,classes and races
Uniting humanity with message of love.
Yet when they finally goe
Singing at dusk we’re roused
At greatness that has departed
Leaving us with succulent memories
Making us realize the fickleness
Of this mortal existence
Like a candle snuffed by winds,
As we brace yet again for the race
In quest for the laurels
To remind the future
we were on this stage too.
JURGEN TROY NAMUPIRA is a young and enthusiastic Zimbabwean published poet currently residing in Cape Town, South Africa. He is also a freelance writer and a student for Electrical Engineering. Jurgen uses poetry to teach and communicate messages of great social concern. He has also been featured in various poetry blogs.

SLEEP WELL
Your chords have brought us delight and enjoyment,
You seduced us with your sober voice
And compelled us to sing along.
Yours were wise words
And we have all drunk from your cup of wisdom.

The night was still too long Samanyanga,
We still long for the soft touch of your lyrics in our young hearts.

I guess you’ve decided to take heed of your advice…
Bvuma wasakara you said,
But I don’t think you were already that frail

Sleep well baba Tuku.

 

JABULANI NDLOVU MZINYATHI is a Zimbabwean to the marrow. A firm believer in the peter tosh philosophy that there will be no peace if there is no justice. Jabulani is a pan African
,an artist. A relentless fighter for equal rights and justice. He has penned dozens of poems. He is a singer of songs about all the wrongs. He speaks from the past to the present and the future)
Ndotangira poyi

And now the story is told
The accolades come in a deluge
This now is coronation time
Your immortality is secured

Ndotangira poyi nyamasvisva
Wenzou makaramba dzepahuma
Equally at home in Chishona, English,isindebele
Healing a polarized nation

At home in mzansi
At home in Zimbabwe
At home all over the world
An internationalist par excellence

Your journey well-travelled
That advice you humbly took
Mukanya vakakuraira mukoma, dada nerudzi rwako
You selflessly passed on the wisdom

An artist to the marrow
Many forget the subtle comedian
Chakamedza chimwe chii hove kana Jonah
At home in dramatic performances
The story is yet to be told

COSMAS SHOKO is a budding poet with a keen interest in shona and english poetry. He has published works in Centum press (US)2016 (100 voices anthology), Zimbolicious Volume 1 and 2, Paragon Journal (US), the Wolfian (UK), Section 18(US), Latin America and Africa anthology and others. He is currently a Masters fellow at Midlands State University.

CHIPO CHEZIMBABWE( our gift )
Iyo nguva, nguva inorira,
Nguva inorira i-ine muriro wayo,
Yarira, yarira hwamhanda iya,
Zviri nhasi zvatirwadza moyo,
Tinochema nekurangarira gamba redu baba VaMutukudzi,
Chipo CheZimbabwe watisiya nemavende mumoyo yedu!
Chipo CheZimbabwe inzwi renyu rakapenya,
Inzwi renyu rwaive ruvheneko semwedzi wechirimo,
Inzwi renyu rakafamba mitunhu,
Inzwi shasha yenyanzvi,
Inzwi mushengenene,
Nduri, singwi, tsumo, madimikira zvaidira senzizi Save, limpopo, Sanyati naMunyati,
Inzwi renyu mutinhimira usina akambonzwa,
Inzwi renyu mafashama emvura,
Haiwa Mhukahuru maishaura zvaifadza nekupodza moyo!
Tinorangarira Neria, tinorangarira Todini, tinorangarira Bvuma wasakara, tinorangarira nhava izere mhepo, tinorangarira nziyo dzese dzamakashaura,
Haiwa baba VaMutukudzi makafamba nemhuri yeZimbabwe,
Maive Jinda guru!
Gamba redu!
Zororai murugare baba,
Fambai nzendo tsvene,
Tinokurangarirai baba!
Mhuri yeZimbabwe yese inochema pamwe nemhuri yekwaMutukudzi,
Tiri kuchema Mhukahuru, tiri kusvimha misodzi ti-ine tariro!
GERALD TAPIWA MOYO is a poet, humanitarian, spoken word motivator.
Open minded free to open speech with everyone

FALLEN ELEPHANT
Surprisingly depressing.
An uplifting mentor.
A Motivational tool.
A depicter of life changing melodies.
Everywhere I hear people chanting,
Tuku! All over.

Dr Tuku gone but wondrous works will not fade.
Samanyanga.
The Elephant that echoed loud and proud.

Multitudes rolled into Dzimbadzemabwe.
This fallen star exhibited his tactfulness.
Dr. Tuku departed to rest for a short time.
We salute this Elephant he was triumphant.

Families cry not.
Celebrate the life of this superstar.
He came from the dust,
He went back into the dust.
For Dr Oliver Mutukudzi.

Gerald is a poet, humanitarian, spoken word motivator.
Open minded free to open speech with everyone

 

TAPIWA PROSPER CHIMBADZWA (Doctor co Gwigla)
BSsc Peace, conflict and Governance, debater, poet, music director and a member of the Art plus Hope Poetry Fratenity
FAREWELL SAMANYANGA
When the news hit my ears I could not believe it
In denial I told myself it was one of those hoaxes and pranks that kids of today are pulling on us as usual ,
Only to be awakened by an uproar,
A loud noise from all corners of Zimbabwe
Surely a giant has fallen, the 66th album happens to be the last trumpet of a great elephant I wish I could say why God like any other normal human being would say But I chose to celebrate the life of a legend
Farewell Dr Oliver Mtukudzi
In your music we found solace
You taught us the essence of identity
How to be proud Zimbabweans and Africans
I wonder what the black spirits will sound like without you Irreplaceable I sing in Beyoncé’s voice
Rest in power Samanyanga

 

TANYARDZWA NONHLANHLA LISA MTEMA is a feminist poet and activist who passionately strives to voice on social ills existing in our societies through themes of pain, anger, betrayal and romance. Tanya was born in Harare in 1996. She is holder of a Bachelor of Science Honors Degree in Sociology from the University of Zimbabwe. She is inspired by famous writers such as Shimmer Chinodya, Dambudzo Marechera and Charles Mungoshi.

SAMANYANGA MHUKAHURU

Like an elephant his music triumph to all ages,
across a mammoth of countless countries.
Dancing to the beautiful melodies as dust rises across the four corners,
Dancing to the music of the legendary jazz fraternity.
A privilege that has saddened the hearts of many!

Why? No one has the answer to this question!
No one knew it was time put an end to his beats and drumming.
The shared music becoming a memory in the fields of valor.
Nothing is left of us but hearts engraved with sorrows and pain.
Like a warrior of the Amazon, Mtukudzi stood for what was right.

He knew no race, status or gender.
An advocate of human rights through his melodies,
standing against woman and child abuse and real life issues.
His masculinity did not stop him to gaze inside the realms of femininity,
Neither did his age stop him to listen to the innocent cries.

As our Zimbabwe stood tall with our musical heritage,
Much tribute and honor is given to his heroic status.
A privilege that has left a symbol of bravery for the future generations.
His gap will forever endure inside the nation of Zimbabwe,
As we mourn together with the world his loss that has befallen us.

 

OMAR NASSAR
R. I. P.
You are great
A legend
A hero
A fighter
True African
A compatriot
A patriot
We mourn
A great poet
A great musician
An exemplary human
A man of the people
The son of Africa
We mourn a great man!.

EUGENE MOEKETSI PHILOSOSTICATER NCUBE is a 21 year old Poet/­Student, he’s the founder of Philosophistication Poetry, his alias ‘Philosophisticater’: entails ‘one who uses philosophy in sophisticated ways’. He started writing in 2014 and still keeps on
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WALKING STRINGS
{Oliver Mtukudzi}
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When households are flooded
with feuds,
when the husband storms out
to the nearest tarven,
when the breast no longer feeds,
and the powdered milk tends to kill,
when diapers are not found and
only newspapers are in sight,
napkins and cloths,
then the husband comes in dancing
to the rotation of earth’s revolution,
what do you do…
You take a cassette with Oliver Mtukudzi’s
face, you drown deep into the rhythm,
find yourself grooving in the sadness,
moving through the motions,
throw yourself into the deep ends
of the African vocalist’s palms,
you bring back your African joys,
you dance around the fire,
kneel to your joy,
hide your rage in the firewood,
take the claypot and cook your
fantasies to existence,
as the fingers massage the guitar strings,
you find yourself not entertaining
the world’s terror,
you’re back into the times
of silence and tweeting birds,
soul walking on strings,
your spine becomes the guitar,
your neural cords are the strings,
let him direct you to harmony,
here you are rolling in the dust,
the potter’s touch molds you,
he rebuilds you anew,
feeds you the memories of times,
memories of a yesterday that you
were too inhumane to embrace,
fold yourself in his palm,
let him string you along,
he will string you to the times
where old men drank umqombothi
from clay pots in dusty streets,
where playing marimba was an
African child’s talent,
where ravens used to nest in trees,
and not on buildings,
remember and he will take you back there….
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Neria will accompany you through
the musical paths,
African riddles and parables
will be recited in your ear,
you will be drunk of the folklore wisdom,
you will find yourself trying to find
your old self within the trance
of musical brilliance,
your chance to tap into the unknown,
here you have arrived,
where legends take their children
to rejoice,
where the fires never fade away,
where the mealies smell like a
beautiful harvest,
where the wheat is crushed,
for dough to be made,
where tobacco is crushed by old thumbs,
look at the cracks in these old men’s fingers,
watch the old women sniffing in
the sacred slow dried roots,
that’s when you know that the
zone you’ve entered into is not yours,
so take your beads,
dress your legs, take the cloths,
give the elders their staffs,
and lead the way to the ancient time,
the breast awaits you child,
you are no longer lost in logic,
this is beyond seen moments,
the kraal is filled with fat cows,
today we celebrate,
we welcome the child who found
his path to the houses of old,
thatched with strong dry grass,
look at the nephews and nieces
chasing grasshoppers,
telling folklores and so full of curiosity,
this is living,
back to the roots…
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Tune in,
fused in,
feeding from the shells of Kiwano melons
and passion fruits,
laugh and laugh hard,
the ground nuts are eaten
directly from a moist ground,
the traditional beer is poured to the ground
to honor those who left with the grave,
the meat is enjoyed,
the women have won their attires,
the men pick up their staffs,
they take the hands of their wives
and head to the ceremony
that is performed during the journey,
moving through time lines and picking
up sad and broken folks,
this is the Africa you forgot,
this is the Africa,
let’s rest and sit in a circle,
hear grandfather’s stories with
sharp ears,
open your eyes,
see the purity of your Africanness,
ses’fikile, iskhathi se’phelile,
you’re sleeping, you’ve been sleeping,
the old men and women have left you,
Hugh and Oliver have left,
you’ve wasted time on yourselves,
look around we’re perishing,
tune into their message and feel
them speak loudly,
it’s not too late now…
Wake up!!!
R.I.P Oliver Mtukudzi…
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TONDERAYI CHANAKIRA is a Librarian by profession & an author by passion. His first published book is entitled Tonderayi’s Way: Memories if a Diaspora Librarian. He holds a BA General Degree in English & History obtained from the UZ & a Master’s in Information Science obtained from India plus a Diploma in Peace & Security in Africa obtained from Uppsala University in Sweden. He is soon to publish his second offering entitled Diaspora Rhythms i
DZANGOVA NDANGARIRO TUKU (poetic testimonial)

 

Wazo Funga Dande TUKU
A true artists, you touched the hearts of many

A Great African Musician icon. Sleep well African Griot

Satire was great in your DNA
A lyrical Weapon against societal wrongs
Samanyanga
A Legend of Legends
a True African Legend.
A man of song with a songs for every season.
Creative goal achieved and celebrated Mutukudzi
That signature of a dragged cough and elephant’s dance
Rest in Power Samanyanga

“Renowned British play writer William Shakespeare
Once upon a time reminded humanity that this world we live in & depart from is a STAGE in which each & every one of us plays a part. TUKU played center stage ACT as he gave humanity his brand of TUKU music whose popularity embraced humanity beyond the borders of his native country Zimbabwe.”
TUKU was a humble self-effacing non assuming celebrity MHSRIP TUKU music will live on I last saw him on stage when I was a Diaspora Librarian working in Namibia. Famba zvakanaka BIG DARA TUKU Basa wakasiya wapedza

 

UCHE AKUNEBU is a teacher of journalism at the international institute of journalism Abuja and the Open University. Immediate Vice chairman of Association of Nigerian authors, Abuja chapter. A public scholar, poet and prolific author.

HE STILL SINGS
Don’t mind
Where he has gone
To showcase
His dexterity at the strings
And his vocal power
As his messages still resonates
Like Mariam Makeba
And ferocious Fela.
KITAKA Wa’ KAVULU is a Creative Facilitator Short story writer Playwright Poet and a Pianist. Currently pursuing my Diploma in Performing Arts and Film at Makerere University.
TUKU
I am saying to myself,
now that you have joined our ancestors realm
Please tell them that we carry with us bouquets of thanks giving.
As you rest in power,
a melo-healing gospel you leave us with
Please tell them that we are forever indebted to the gift
That on the 22nd September 1952, we received.
And now, the 23rd of January 2019.
You return
Please tell them that
In your eyes, we saw the glow of an African sun
That shone beyond borders
A neatly knit voice
That spread healing, hope and love.
Tell them, that on the 23rd
Darkness spread all over the land
The sun and the moon stood still
The earth shook beneath
The trees and the birds sought a rare solitude
at your return
And we are questioning the foretold.
We are inquiring from Neria
How are you doing?
Are you still with us?
Do you still believe in God?
(Not the one who came after a shipwreck?)
Do you still work hard?
Neria,
Are still there?
Saddened or. . .
Todii
What shall we do?
What shall we do?
What shall we do?
VICTOR WESONGA is of Kenyan nationality. A Literature enthusiast’s .He studied Engineering as a profession. He reads to internalize, learn and introspect.
PRAYER FOR TUKU!

Oliver, oh believer of traditional odes,
You raised your voice and plucked your cords
With virility of mind, fertile with music of gods,
For you a prayer I make, mocking deaf ears of death!

Your true being Tuku, with Africa’s husky voice,
That swirled in airwaves’ fur, far in day ‘n night,
Now silenced by cold pains of death’s poise,
My eyes takes bath for you, oh my pen feels light!

Open your eyes Tuku, wipe our tender waters,
That flows from portions round our thoughts,
Greenland of Highfields does no more blossoms,
As the musical wind stays still for their dance!

The sun has refused to rise, oh sorrow
Hangs its limbs in eternity, the Shona mourns
Their gold, Zimbabwe cries for its pride, and pray,
Oh, mortal Tuku, oh temporal body, just death’s prey!

Fare thee well, as you leave by body saluted,
Your death leaves our wounds slated, salted
Oh, we who mourn at death, oh we who are
Only flesh and blood, with human ire!

 

 NAOMI MAEZE  is a young Poet based in Maun, Botswana..
She has been writing for a while.She writes and perfom poetry

LEGACY

Am a rare creature, an elongated meaning
That the battle is not really for the strong
But for them that choose to believe
Though through it all time might switch
Sometimes gladly stretch,
If at all It does tangle
Or It may mingle, you still wait
I have known in this journey ,
We all have come to learn
That words hold the power to limit us
But yet again actions turn to prove.
I have come to know, I have come to prove
That my limitations can’t limit my capability
A lot of most times I was never an island
The rhythmic pose a lot is unity
But I must tell you, where others crossed
I independently chose not to cross
I carried bones strong as steel

The tales of my soul have been told
I am pockets, inside pockets
Garlic is a king
I have lived across the scope
Beyond planets, continents, twitter, facebook
Can imagine even google knows my footprints
To live beyond fear, run away from the comfort zone, RUN
I have been live on many Stages
Haha I guess I have indeed lived

I waltzed Elegantly around big stages
I have danced like a happy monkey
I have laughed like eternity
Oh my did I, I did sing like mighty sounds
I have lived, I have been me, now that is the miracle
To my dearest fearless guitar, you have been more than.
More than a friend, you were my blood still are.
Some called me world -beater silently
Neria my heart, wongororo
Music has been my friend .

 

 

 

ARABAMBI OBALOLUWA, A Nigerian Poet  , Writer and Literary Acitivist

TRIBUTE TO SAMANYANGA

 
A bright star fallen

A great light it was

Death stretched and took

A great life it was

Once a tune irresistible

But no more

A taste once luscious

But ne’er more

What a departure!

To live amidst stars

Thought sun shines ever

The elephant has fallen

To rise no more

Left as food to worms

Appease I send to Hades

To grant a restful room of stay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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BLURB OF THE GREAT TUKU SAMANYANGA  from WIKIPEDIA

Mtukudzi grew up in Highfield, a poor neighborhood in Salisbury (modern-day Harare) in Southern Rhodesia, as the eldest of seven siblings[1]. While both his parents sang in a choir, they were initially not supportive of his continued interest in music, consequently breaking his first homemade guitar.He began performing in 1977 when he joined the Wagon Wheels, a band that also featured Thomas Mapfumo and fellow legendary guitarist James Chimombe. They were given the rare opportunity by Paul Tangi Mhova Mkondo, an African nationalist and music promotor, who provided money and resources to the group. He allowed them to perform at Club Mutanga (Pungwe) which, at the time, was the only night club available for blacks under Rhodesia’s policy of segregation. Their single Dzandimomotera went gold and Tuku’s first album followed, which was also a major success. Mtukudzi is also a contributor to Mahube, Southern Africa’s “supergroup”.With his husky voice, Mtukudzi has become the most recognised voice to emerge from Zimbabwe and onto the international scene and he has earned a devoted following across Africa and beyond. A member of Zimbabwe’s KoreKore group, with Nzou Samanyanga as his totem, he sings in the nation’s dominant Shona language along with Ndebele and English. He also incorporates elements of different musical traditions, giving his music a distinctive style, known to fans as Tuku Music. Mtukudzi has had a number of tours around the world. He has been on several tours in the UK, US and Canada to perform for large audiences. In 2017 Mtukudzi entertained guests at the wedding of Zimbabwean businessman Wicknell Chivayo.Mtukudzi is the father of five children and has two grandchildren. Two of his children are also musicians. His son Sam Mtukudzi, a successful musician in his own right, died in a car accident in March 2010 and in 2013, he released an album titled “Sarawoga”, in tribute to his son

 

THE JOURNAL CURATOR
MBIZO CHIRASHA is certified as a Global Literary Influencer( 2018) by Directorio Mundial de Escritores through Academia Mundial de Literatura, Historia, Arte y Cultura. Recipient of PEN Deutschland Exiled Writer Grant (2017) Literary Arts Projects Curator, Writer in Residence, Blogs Publisher, Arts for Human Rights/Peace Activism Catalyst, Social Media Publicist and Internationally Anthologized Writer, 2017 African Partner of the International Human Rights Arts Festival Exiled in Africa Program in New York.2017 Grantee of the EU- Horn of Africa Defend Human Rights Defenders Protection Fund. Resident Curator of 100 Thousand Poets for Peace-Zimbabwe, Originator of Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Movement. African Contributor to the Table of Words Demer Press International Poetry anthology edited by Hannie Rouweler in Netherlands. Solidarity Member of Global Alliance for Politics and Arts. African Participant to the 2014-2020 World Poetry Almanac Anthologies series in Mongolia edited by Hadaa Sendoo. Co-Editor of German Africa Bilingual Collection with German International Translator Andreas Weiland in 2016 (http://www.street-voice.de/SV7/SVissue7.html).2003 Zimbabwean Young literary Delegate to the Goteborg International Book Fair Sweden ( presented at Nordic Africa institute, Swedish Writers union , SIDA Diplomatic luncheon , Radio Dialogue , Swedish International library Association , Sweden National Education Summit).2009 Poet in residence of ICACD ,international Conference of Africa Culture and Development courtesy of African Culture Development Institute .Founder of the GIRLCHILDCREATIVITY PROJECT. Curator of MIOMBOPUBLISHING, miombopublishing.wordpress.com and PERSONALITIES OF INSPIRATION,personalitiesofinspiration.wordpress.com., http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mbizo_Chirasha

 

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BRAVE VOICES POETRY JOURNAL– A weekly platform of poetry for resistance, literary freedom of expression and protest Poetry in pursuit for a peaceful, just, non-dictatorial and nonviolent environment with a special focus on Zimbabwe , Africa and other nations around the globe through poetry , Flash fiction ,arts , brave voices and literary activism. Contact the Curator/EDITOR of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal MBIZO CHIRASHA at miombopublishing@gmail.com , post on MIOMBOPUBLISHING Facebook Group or Inbox the Curator on Facebook Messenger

 

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