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Emotional Tears

By Kwanele Khumalo

They have created trenches on my face.

Steep depression in the deepest parts, of my heart.

Where tears may rush,

Another plate of troubles and tribulations.

Raising mountains that I cannot climb,

Causing serious earthquakes in my heart.

I’m a loner, an isolated man.

Because my volcanic gestures and reactions,

Had made people, abandon me.

Mandlenkosi, we’ve met felicitously,

Not to clap hands,

For this unserviceable,

Nupty and smark headed,

War hawk.

He can’t turn our plans to vain,

A minger to us won’t matter.

For the days of suffocation,

Have come,

Days of smothering will pass.

You are my oba

I’m the oloye.

Nyaladzi Lester Kole

Nyaladzi Lester Kole is my full name. I was born in Plumtree and did my primary education in three different schools: Mlomwe Primary (Grade 1 to 3), Nopemano Primary (Grade 4 to 6) and Thekwane Primary Grade 7. I did my secondary education in Thekwane High (Form 1 to 6). I also did my degree in Publishing Studies at National Univesity of Science and Technology (NUST) and graduated in 2021. Currently working as a publisher at Scrivener Zimbabwe.

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