Maternity Ward

 

Stewed in Harare, we wait
to be served and consumed.
Our meat is so tough and burnt
that maggots choke on our corpses.
We, the eaters of toasted corn seed,
submit to kwashiorkor and cholera.
Hope for hope is too far.
We are dead in life,
children abandoned
crying at the maternity ward,
cradled by no answer.

Mateneti

MuHarare tabikika tikaibva
Chasara kuti tipakurwe, tidyiwe
Isu tunyama tusina muto, twatsvira mupoto!
Kana rufu, nhunzi nehonye zvichatirutsa
Isu tuvanhu twakabata lunch yemaputi
Tuvanhu twune kwashi necholera
Tusina tariro nekwekufarira.
Edu ndiwo anonzi matambudziko
Kanhumbu kasina baba,
Kasina mateneti dress
Kasina kunyoreswa
Kasina preparation
Kanhumbu kanorwadza.