Marara

Hezvo pakupepeta kwambuya
Mhodzi yakasvika munoiona nekusimba
Panosimuka rusero inoenda mudenga
Panodzika rusero nayo inotevera
Asi gufu unoriona nekuenda nemhepo
Kwarinonomhara unotozviona kuti ratove rara.

Pamwe rapinda murusero, pamwe rabuda
Hero pepere pepere raenda
Mbuya havangaritevere nekuti irara
Kudai iri mhodzi vaitoikotamira
Asi kana mhodzi yacho yakaramba ichingobuda vanozongosiya
Vanosiya yodyiwa zvayo nehuku
Vangaidiiko iyo yaenda nemarara

Magufu ndiwo marara, marara ndiyo mbwizhu
Vachaidii mbwizhu kana vakaifushiira inongoora haichamere
Kana iri mhodzi yakapepereka nembwizhu kaviri, vanobva waziva kuti nayo yakadyiwa nerukonye
Rangove dende moyo hapachina
Kutaridzika zvayo asi yatovewo marara
Yapedza chembere yosvipira mate pamarara heyo mumba
Marara kumarara mhodzi muchitura

NaDydimus Zengenene

I heard a whisper

I did not hear any door banging
Nor could I hear any window opening or closing
But there is every sign that some people have been here
That seat looks recently vacated
And those plates recently used
Above all, I heard a whisper in here

Can it be a dream,
Or any form of an illusion,
That I stand here alone,
That the air is still and motionless,
That there is a flood of light all over,
Yet I do not feel to be alone?
Moreover I heard a whisper in here

I know I live by myself alone,
I have no friend here around,
I have all my keys with me
And that I am just arriving
Yet I heard a whisper here

How did it all come to be,
That I come late from work
With the weary of a stressed man
And the silence of a lonely man
As I turned my key to the right, yes the door was locked
But then, in here I heard a whisper
I proceeded to open and to enter only to find myself alone
Every other lock looks locked and every window tightly closed
Yet I heard a whisper and the sounds of footsteps dispersing and sinking into distance

By Dydimus Zengenene