I am Evidence Makuni, born in Masvingo Province’s lowveld on December 1, 1987, to Abraham Walter Makuni and Sarah Stella Magombedze. My parents divorced when I was a few months old, and I was raised by my mother until I completed Advanced Level. I reconnected with my father in Form 3 (2004). In 2006, I […]
Category: Literature
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Hating One From The First Sight
Our former headmaster, Mr Dumisani Tsheza once told us that it’s natural to hate someone.
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Poetry: LOVE
I m writing this out of love
The kind l don’t deserve
The one that a teenage girl would kill for
The one that puts butterflies in your tummy
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Poetry: Letter To My Father
Forgive me father
For blaming you,
For not raising your
Own blood.
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Poetry Is A Job Too
People should respect it Kwanele Khumalo Prosperity Melinda Sithole, a poetess from Plumtree laments being invited on people’s functions expecting something more than a token of appreciation only to receive a ‘thank you’.
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She Knew When To Say ‘ENOUGH’
My mother named me ‘ Kwanele’ a name that literally mean ‘enough’. I grew up thinking that she gave me that name because I’m the last born. In 2004 my young sister, Tiro-Ludzi was born, and it made my name to be totally irrelevant now.
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Environmental Poem
I was born with a purpose.
But?
i did not know the meaning of my purpose
I was born with a purpose
But?
I did not know what was my purpose
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Poetry: Why
The question why is the government so hard doing corruption
But at the same time say it’s bad
I now understan why street kids come in
We ar in the world that never show love
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Twisted Cords
The day is still fresh and he’s wasted already,
Soaked in booze and pills.
He says it kills time, and heals his pain and agony.
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Poetry: Freedom In Chains
Is being free really freedom?