CHURCH GOSSIPER

I am a church gossiper

Walking into the paths of Lucifer

Devilishly smiling at the crucifix

Gossiping and eavesdropping at any point

Puling down the efforts, joy, salvation

Maybe I am more Christian than Christianity?

As we construct the road to salvation

For I am a church healer

In this era of secular atheism

Conceiving, deceiving, stinking earthly vomit

In a pattern more boring than comic

For the poverty and ignorance characterize my motives

Lest my opaque Christly heart fails me.

I am a church marketer

Selling the ideologies, breakthroughs,

Digging deep into the developmental fund

Benefiting from the commissioned land

Hating the sweats of commitment of their hands

As we operate and populate amongst irate rats

For it is me and the my most high that matter

Else I get derailed, lost on this path.

YONDER 2011

Yonder 2011

From the eastern horizon it emanates

Welcoming the less boring rhetoric

Embracing the bleakly foreseen future

Smooching the virgin season

Reflected upon the green field, thee epitome of raised hopes

The paths under construction, the time bomb slowly ticking

The recipe for unlimited planned flavours

The unceasing gashed rains, the flooding favours

As we yearn to earn our pride

Welcome 2011

Search, research, take heed but reduce the speed

For gone are the impending signs of times

The escalated bitterness of mind,

Hangovers of globe trotting

For the intimidation and torture borne motivated inspiration.

A litany for senseless innuendos

Begging for worthless appreciation

For respect and honour are earned

Lest we get derailed on this path

Come forth 2011

Draw close to my meek, weak heart

Reveal the innermost instinct of this fight

Remove the blunt logs of negativity in the sight

sExpose the rare quality that separates from the rest

Revitalize the energies that feed the desires

Erase the stolen kisses, touches, and moments

In preparation for yet a better and sober harvest

As we renew our love for yet another season

GULLIVER MARKET OPERATES FOR 4YRS WITHOUT A TOILET

They say godliness is next to cleanliness but for residents and vendors of Gulliver market in area 49 Lilongwe this is to the contrary.

The market has been running and operating for close to 4yrs now without any building or shark to call a toilet posing a health threat for the people operating within the but also around the market. This however, lives unanswered questions as to where when these people (vendors) relieve themselves as the market turns to grow with each morning sun.

According to the chairperson for the market development committee one

Mr Manyenje, communication had been relayed to the Lilongwe City Assembly on the plight of the situation sometime back and yet up to date no remedy has been found to cure such a condition.” I contacted the city assembly officials on our plight and they promised to come and show me the place where the toilet was to be erected, we have waited for long and yet no official has pitched up to allocate the place. We are currently receiving complaints from the nearby homes and entertainment centres where some vendors frequent to seek refuge and yet there is nothing I can do to stop this” he was quoted

When an official from the city assembly was contacted on the situation, he declined to comment but assured us that he would get back after meeting the responsible officers.

The Lilongwe City Assembly had been collecting market fee for sometime but recently stopped without notifying the market development committee on their reasons for pulling out, this raises eyebrows as to what and how the Assembly used the collections for since no toilet was constructed, no proper running tap erected within the market complemented by late refuse collection.

The market encompasses close to eighty structures, running on different errands and merchandise.

With this population and the impending rains it is quite obvious that the situation is likely to get worse as most vendors have no where to relieve themselves but the nearby hide outs causing an  alarm on the spread of water borne diseases but also general cleanliness amongst the very many.

BETWEEN THE SHEETS

Let’s get between the sheets and feel the heat

Let me savage your beauty and pace your beat

Let me scrub your feat and hips

As we rise from this emphatic shift

Feeding the desires that burn our souls

Rejuvenating the young warm fire

As the smell of violets and peach pout pouri flood the space

As we coil and spoil all our toils into these sheets

Loving through minutes and without limits

It is but between the sheets

Let’s intertwine in this heat

And bear the fruits of our sweats

For many a times a gazed at your sparkling light

Getting deeper into the pinnacle of that sight

Reminiscing farfetched memories of that night

As it dripped and soaked our beings

As a recipe of created memories flooded through

As we were starved of the long fought romance

The emotional pain through this highway

For it’s the dimple in you that hides the jealousy wrinkle of your heart

Yet all is but in the middle of the night

Welcoming the crispy gold from the other side

Loving with reasons, smiling through seasons

Let’s sandwich our flesh between these sheets

As the minds are entangled in a web of love

Yet far from the fantasies of lust

For you enlace words with an aroma

Your natural curves are but a complete set of motion

Yours is but a package that generates waves of hope,

The last dear fuel of my heart, life

In this world governed by the hearts of two

For the perfume for your care is too sweet

Hence smelling a fragrance of success

As the bees pollinate our love flower

As we smile to the sweet little nothings between the sheets

For it’s in such coverings that great poets, doctors, robbers, murders are born

In between the sheets