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While I breathe, I hope

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While I breathe, I hope
That my unborn sons
When they are given to this world
They will be gentle and seek wisdom
More than their fathers acquired
These sons will inherit the qualities of their mothers
So that when they love, they will love eternally
When they listen they will do it better

While I breathe I hope
These sons shall be adored and called the chosen ones like the Israelites
They will lend a hand and share a dollar
These unborn sons will use Kangas to bundle babies on their backs
They will fight not only to change the system but the hearts of those in power
Their voices will not go unheard
Their feet will help many cross rivers
In trying times communities will grow to depend and lean on their tough shoulders
Their eyes will help many see beyond mountains

While I breathe I hope
These sons will not run away or deny responsibility
They will sow seeds and nurture them
Each woman they will drink from will be crowned a queen
When they are fathers, their daughters will have best friends
These sons will teach with sharp tongues,
Igniting fires, leaving many wanting more counsel

While I breathe I hope
That when the sons are hurting and heart broken
They will too shed tears and pour out their hearts
These sons will admit to their wrong doings
And strive to correct their mistakes
They will learn from punishment
And stand firm to what they believe in

While I breathe I hope
That these unborn sons will not raise clenched fists
Over their women but for uhuru
They will protect themselves and the ones that they love most

While I breathe I hope
That my unborn sons are listening
To the beating of my heart
Wishing with each beat they will discover what they are worth
And decide who they want to be when they are born
For it is now that the learning begins
As I write these poems dedicated to them
I write these poems to take solace in believing that
While I breathe I hope
That the sons will not be like my father, my step father
And many men I have loved who let me down

While I breathe I hope
That each breath be multiplied
So that I can watch my unborn sons become men
That among them will be future leaders
Who will not abuse their power and abilities
Who will be loved like Mandela
Leaders will not starve their people to death
Leaders who will not kill to be heard
They will forgive and unite many nations
And they will not judge by colour
These sons will be insurance
And they will assure the world that they are different
For they will remain humble and sincere

While I breathe I hope
That when my unborn sons are given to this world
They will be a blessing to you and many

Linda Gabriel

Featured Poem:

Sins of Our Mothers

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That are never told to us
That are written in silence, on their hearts
Printed on their palms and repeated in their footsteps
That stretches from As to Zs of life

Sins of our mothers
That when we discover them we don’t not hate our mothers
But simply forgive the sisters and thank them for what they did
What they did in darkness, behind bushes, on river banks
In closed offices, at back seats of heavy trucks, rest rooms
On dry grass, plastic shacks, wet floors,

Sins of our mothers
That has made them big time liars, cheaters, whores, haters, murderers
Yet we know them as loving, caring, passionate and sweet
That makes them desert their loved ones in the night
Only to return at wee hours of a new dawn
Instead of pick and paying
They pick and smuggle, Excising the shopping right
To provide the next meal for their children

Sins of our mothers
That makes them go out for a hunt
No matter how cold it is
They pray for a catch before corks start to crow
And this catch should be loaded
If not them they have to endure two more catches
For a decent take away home
And next thing, they pay for their childrenís tuition fees

Sins of our mothers
Who force their little sons to fend for the family
Only because their fathers died with leaving a penny behind
These boys experience fatherhood without enjoying being teenagers
They stretch their backs digging trenches, pick tea, apples
With the sun heating on them with no mercy
For them it pours

Sins of our mother
Are bruises she got from that cheating bustard
When she laid there naked
Had to deal with his big joy stick that forced itself into her
His groans and moans on top of her can never be erased in her mind
But what to do when her little John needs a penny for a cola when he is with his friends

Sins of our mothers
Who give their teenage aged daughters to men who are older than the fathers
In exchange of bread and a kanga cloth or a bar of soap
Our mothers who let their daughters change men as the way they change their G-strings
For sugar and milk for their tea
Yet they do not tell them to protect themselves when they are out there
They do not prepare them of the concrete world

Sins of our mothers
Who let their boyfriends sneak into their daughterís rooms
In the middle of the night
For a game of hide and seek
For our mothers simply wants to provide a roof for their children
If these boyfriends are stopped they threaten to walk away

Sins of our mothers
Who abort their of the sixth foetus
Because they are not coping with the 5 children
That they already have.
They cannot feed them, clothe them
Or just offer them a right to their education
Since of our mothers
Who lie to you about the DNA tests
Make you believe that these children are yours
Simply because they know it only you who can take care of her children

Sins of our mothers
Who now rote on their deaths bed
Because HIV became their newest companion
That are never told to us
That are written in silence, on their hearts
Printed on their palms and repeated in their footsteps
That stretches from As to Zs of life

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Biography

Linda Gabriel, born in 1985, is one of the crop of exciting female performance poets to emerge out of Zimbabwe. Bilingual, her linguistic versatility is forged into brilliant poems written in either English or Shona, depending on which language effectively expresses what issue. She started performing poetry in high school and has since participated in major literary events in Zimbabwe, the rest of southern Africa and Europe.

Solo Performances

* Cup O Thought, Durban- South Africa, September 2012
* Sanna Africa Festival, Johannesburg ñSouth Africa, May 2012
* Cheukwa fashion show, Harare ñ Zim, May 2012
* Bluntfyre Spoken Word Session, Blantyre – Malawi, Feb 2012
* Blantyre Arts Festival, Blantyre- Malawi, Oct 2011
* Kinshasa Platform of Performing Arts, Kinshasa- DRC, July 2011
* Lilongwe International Arts Festival, Lilongwe ñ Malawi, May 2011
* Super Woman Fest, Lilongwe-Malawi, March 2011
* My World Images Festival, Denmark, September 2010
* BAS ROOTS live performance project, Johannesburg -South Africa, 2010
* Sistaz Open Mic Joburg, Johannesburg – South Africa, 2010
* Dennis Brutus Memorial concert, Johannesburg -South Africa, 2010
* House of Hunger Poetry Slam Joburg, Johannesburg – South Africa, 2009-current
* Arts Alive, Johannesburg -South Africa, 2007, 2009, 2011
* Jozi Spoken Word Festival, Johannesburg – South Africa, 2008, 2009
* Harare International Festival of Arts, Harare – Zimbabwe, 2007,2009,2011,2012
* House of Hunger Jozi , Johannesburg ñ South Africa, 2009 ñ current
* Thuba Lethu/Our Time Youth festival, Harare -Zimbabwe, 2009
* Make Some Noise gigs, Johannesburg – South Africa, 2008
* Freedom for media in Zimbabwe Concert, Graham’s Town -South Africa, 2007
* British Council’s Power in the Voice, Bulawayo, Zimbabwe, Lusaka, Zambia, 2007
* House of Hunger Poetry Slam Zimbabwe, 2005 ñ Current

Collaborated With

* Myesha Jenkins, Natalia Molebatsi, Lebo Mashile, Khanyi Magubane, Khosi Xaba and Phillippa Yaa De Villers in a theatrical poetry show – Body of Words, South Africa, 2010
* Edmond Nhamoinesu – Zimbabwean Visual Artist, Johannesburg, South Africa, 2010
* Tammy Gore – Zimbabwean Pianist, Johannesburg, South Africa, 2010
* Stanley Masona – Zimbabwean Guitarist, Harare, Zimbabwe, 2009
* Christopher Mlalazi, Zimbabwean Writer and Poet, Bulawayo, Zimbabwe, 2007
* Papa Zai – Zambian Reggea Artist, Lusaka, Zambia, 2007
* Ticha Muzavazi, Zimbabwea poet and Mbira player, Harare, Zimbabwe, 2007
* Takunda Mafika, Zimbabwean Vocalist and Mbira Player, Harare, Zimbabwe 2007
* Akiko Nakamura, Japanese Pianist and Mbira Player, Harare, Zimbabwe, 2007
* Morgen Gomwe – Zimbabwean Pianist, Harare , 2007 – 2012
* Upmost – Zimbabwean Poet, Harare, 2007
* Finuala Dowling – South African Poet, Johannesburg, South Africa, 2007
* Samantha R Thornhill – US based poet, Johannesburg, South Africa, 2007
* Tawanda Chamisa – Zimbabwean Hip Hop artist, Harare, 2007
* Stanley O Kenani – Malawian poet at HIFA, Harare, 2007

Shared Stage With

* Dudu Manhenga – Zimbabwean Afro Jazz Diva
* Chiwoniso Maraire – Zimbabwean Chimurenga Soul Diva
* Cde Fatso – Zimbabwean Poet
* Outspoken – Zimbabwean Poet/Hip hop artist
* Ethel Kabwato – Zimbabwean Poet/Writter
* Batsirai Chigama – Zimbabwean Poet/Writter
* Victor Mavedzenge – Zimbabwean Poet/Writter/Comedian/fine artist
* Blessing Musariri – Zimbabwean Poet/Writter
* Chirikure Chirikure – Zimbabwean Poet/Writter
* Albert Nyathi – Zimbabwean Poet/Musician
* Mzwake Mbuli – South African Poet
* Gcina Mhlope – South African Story teller
* Napo Masheane – South African Poet
* Ringo Madlingozi – South African Musician
* Phillippa Yaa De Villers – South African
* Poet/Writter
* Flo – South African Poet
* Lebo Mashile – South African Poet
* Natalia Molebatsi – South African Poet/Writer
* Khanyi Magubane – South African Poet
* Khosi Xaba – South African Poet
* Khethi – South African Poet/Musician
* Finuala Dowling – South African Poet
* Damon Berry – South African Poet
* The Lazarusman – South African Poet
* Mutabaruka – Jamaican Poet
* Samantha Thornhill – Trinidad/US Poet
* Zeena Edwards – UK Poet
* Antonio Lyons- US Poet/Musician/Dancer
* Myesha Jenkins – US Poet
* Charlie Dark – UK Poet
* Papa Zai – Zambian Poet/Musician
* Stanley O Kenani – Malawian Poet/Writter

Linda Gabriel

Biography

Linda Gabriel, born in 1985, is one of the crop of exciting female performance poets to emerge out of Zimbabwe. Bilingual, her linguistic versatility is forged into brilliant poems written in either English or Shona, depending on which language effectively expresses what issue. She started performing poetry in high school and has since participated in major literary events in Zimbabwe, the rest of southern Africa and Europe.

Solo Performances

* Cup O Thought, Durban- South Africa, September 2012
* Sanna Africa Festival, Johannesburg ñSouth Africa, May 2012
* Cheukwa fashion show, Harare ñ Zim, May 2012
* Bluntfyre Spoken Word Session, Blantyre – Malawi, Feb 2012
* Blantyre Arts Festival, Blantyre- Malawi, Oct 2011
* Kinshasa Platform of Performing Arts, Kinshasa- DRC, July 2011
* Lilongwe International Arts Festival, Lilongwe ñ Malawi, May 2011
* Super Woman Fest, Lilongwe-Malawi, March 2011
* My World Images Festival, Denmark, September 2010
* BAS ROOTS live performance project, Johannesburg -South Africa, 2010
* Sistaz Open Mic Joburg, Johannesburg – South Africa, 2010
* Dennis Brutus Memorial concert, Johannesburg -South Africa, 2010
* House of Hunger Poetry Slam Joburg, Johannesburg – South Africa, 2009-current
* Arts Alive, Johannesburg -South Africa, 2007, 2009, 2011
* Jozi Spoken Word Festival, Johannesburg – South Africa, 2008, 2009
* Harare International Festival of Arts, Harare – Zimbabwe, 2007,2009,2011,2012
* House of Hunger Jozi , Johannesburg ñ South Africa, 2009 ñ current
* Thuba Lethu/Our Time Youth festival, Harare -Zimbabwe, 2009
* Make Some Noise gigs, Johannesburg – South Africa, 2008
* Freedom for media in Zimbabwe Concert, Graham’s Town -South Africa, 2007
* British Council’s Power in the Voice, Bulawayo, Zimbabwe, Lusaka, Zambia, 2007
* House of Hunger Poetry Slam Zimbabwe, 2005 ñ Current

Collaborated With

* Myesha Jenkins, Natalia Molebatsi, Lebo Mashile, Khanyi Magubane, Khosi Xaba and Phillippa Yaa De Villers in a theatrical poetry show – Body of Words, South Africa, 2010
* Edmond Nhamoinesu – Zimbabwean Visual Artist, Johannesburg, South Africa, 2010
* Tammy Gore – Zimbabwean Pianist, Johannesburg, South Africa, 2010
* Stanley Masona – Zimbabwean Guitarist, Harare, Zimbabwe, 2009
* Christopher Mlalazi, Zimbabwean Writer and Poet, Bulawayo, Zimbabwe, 2007
* Papa Zai – Zambian Reggea Artist, Lusaka, Zambia, 2007
* Ticha Muzavazi, Zimbabwea poet and Mbira player, Harare, Zimbabwe, 2007
* Takunda Mafika, Zimbabwean Vocalist and Mbira Player, Harare, Zimbabwe 2007
* Akiko Nakamura, Japanese Pianist and Mbira Player, Harare, Zimbabwe, 2007
* Morgen Gomwe – Zimbabwean Pianist, Harare , 2007 – 2012
* Upmost – Zimbabwean Poet, Harare, 2007
* Finuala Dowling – South African Poet, Johannesburg, South Africa, 2007
* Samantha R Thornhill – US based poet, Johannesburg, South Africa, 2007
* Tawanda Chamisa – Zimbabwean Hip Hop artist, Harare, 2007
* Stanley O Kenani – Malawian poet at HIFA, Harare, 2007

Shared Stage With

* Dudu Manhenga – Zimbabwean Afro Jazz Diva
* Chiwoniso Maraire – Zimbabwean Chimurenga Soul Diva
* Cde Fatso – Zimbabwean Poet
* Outspoken – Zimbabwean Poet/Hip hop artist
* Ethel Kabwato – Zimbabwean Poet/Writter
* Batsirai Chigama – Zimbabwean Poet/Writter
* Victor Mavedzenge – Zimbabwean Poet/Writter/Comedian/fine artist
* Blessing Musariri – Zimbabwean Poet/Writter
* Chirikure Chirikure – Zimbabwean Poet/Writter
* Albert Nyathi – Zimbabwean Poet/Musician
* Mzwake Mbuli – South African Poet
* Gcina Mhlope – South African Story teller
* Napo Masheane – South African Poet
* Ringo Madlingozi – South African Musician
* Phillippa Yaa De Villers – South African
* Poet/Writter
* Flo – South African Poet
* Lebo Mashile – South African Poet
* Natalia Molebatsi – South African Poet/Writer
* Khanyi Magubane – South African Poet
* Khosi Xaba – South African Poet
* Khethi – South African Poet/Musician
* Finuala Dowling – South African Poet
* Damon Berry – South African Poet
* The Lazarusman – South African Poet
* Mutabaruka – Jamaican Poet
* Samantha Thornhill – Trinidad/US Poet
* Zeena Edwards – UK Poet
* Antonio Lyons- US Poet/Musician/Dancer
* Myesha Jenkins – US Poet
* Charlie Dark – UK Poet
* Papa Zai – Zambian Poet/Musician
* Stanley O Kenani – Malawian Poet/Writter

While I breathe, I hope

Enlarge poem

While I breathe, I hope
That my unborn sons
When they are given to this world
They will be gentle and seek wisdom
More than their fathers acquired
These sons will inherit the qualities of their mothers
So that when they love, they will love eternally
When they listen they will do it better

While I breathe I hope
These sons shall be adored and called the chosen ones like the Israelites
They will lend a hand and share a dollar
These unborn sons will use Kangas to bundle babies on their backs
They will fight not only to change the system but the hearts of those in power
Their voices will not go unheard
Their feet will help many cross rivers
In trying times communities will grow to depend and lean on their tough shoulders
Their eyes will help many see beyond mountains

While I breathe I hope
These sons will not run away or deny responsibility
They will sow seeds and nurture them
Each woman they will drink from will be crowned a queen
When they are fathers, their daughters will have best friends
These sons will teach with sharp tongues,
Igniting fires, leaving many wanting more counsel

While I breathe I hope
That when the sons are hurting and heart broken
They will too shed tears and pour out their hearts
These sons will admit to their wrong doings
And strive to correct their mistakes
They will learn from punishment
And stand firm to what they believe in

While I breathe I hope
That these unborn sons will not raise clenched fists
Over their women but for uhuru
They will protect themselves and the ones that they love most

While I breathe I hope
That my unborn sons are listening
To the beating of my heart
Wishing with each beat they will discover what they are worth
And decide who they want to be when they are born
For it is now that the learning begins
As I write these poems dedicated to them
I write these poems to take solace in believing that
While I breathe I hope
That the sons will not be like my father, my step father
And many men I have loved who let me down

While I breathe I hope
That each breath be multiplied
So that I can watch my unborn sons become men
That among them will be future leaders
Who will not abuse their power and abilities
Who will be loved like Mandela
Leaders will not starve their people to death
Leaders who will not kill to be heard
They will forgive and unite many nations
And they will not judge by colour
These sons will be insurance
And they will assure the world that they are different
For they will remain humble and sincere

While I breathe I hope
That when my unborn sons are given to this world
They will be a blessing to you and many

Featured Poem:

Sins of Our Mothers

Enlarge poem

That are never told to us
That are written in silence, on their hearts
Printed on their palms and repeated in their footsteps
That stretches from As to Zs of life

Sins of our mothers
That when we discover them we don’t not hate our mothers
But simply forgive the sisters and thank them for what they did
What they did in darkness, behind bushes, on river banks
In closed offices, at back seats of heavy trucks, rest rooms
On dry grass, plastic shacks, wet floors,

Sins of our mothers
That has made them big time liars, cheaters, whores, haters, murderers
Yet we know them as loving, caring, passionate and sweet
That makes them desert their loved ones in the night
Only to return at wee hours of a new dawn
Instead of pick and paying
They pick and smuggle, Excising the shopping right
To provide the next meal for their children

Sins of our mothers
That makes them go out for a hunt
No matter how cold it is
They pray for a catch before corks start to crow
And this catch should be loaded
If not them they have to endure two more catches
For a decent take away home
And next thing, they pay for their childrenís tuition fees

Sins of our mothers
Who force their little sons to fend for the family
Only because their fathers died with leaving a penny behind
These boys experience fatherhood without enjoying being teenagers
They stretch their backs digging trenches, pick tea, apples
With the sun heating on them with no mercy
For them it pours

Sins of our mother
Are bruises she got from that cheating bustard
When she laid there naked
Had to deal with his big joy stick that forced itself into her
His groans and moans on top of her can never be erased in her mind
But what to do when her little John needs a penny for a cola when he is with his friends

Sins of our mothers
Who give their teenage aged daughters to men who are older than the fathers
In exchange of bread and a kanga cloth or a bar of soap
Our mothers who let their daughters change men as the way they change their G-strings
For sugar and milk for their tea
Yet they do not tell them to protect themselves when they are out there
They do not prepare them of the concrete world

Sins of our mothers
Who let their boyfriends sneak into their daughterís rooms
In the middle of the night
For a game of hide and seek
For our mothers simply wants to provide a roof for their children
If these boyfriends are stopped they threaten to walk away

Sins of our mothers
Who abort their of the sixth foetus
Because they are not coping with the 5 children
That they already have.
They cannot feed them, clothe them
Or just offer them a right to their education
Since of our mothers
Who lie to you about the DNA tests
Make you believe that these children are yours
Simply because they know it only you who can take care of her children

Sins of our mothers
Who now rote on their deaths bed
Because HIV became their newest companion
That are never told to us
That are written in silence, on their hearts
Printed on their palms and repeated in their footsteps
That stretches from As to Zs of life

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (1)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (2)
  • Reflection (3)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (1)
  • Hope (3)
  • Sadness (3)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

While I breathe, I hope

Enlarge poem

While I breathe, I hope
That my unborn sons
When they are given to this world
They will be gentle and seek wisdom
More than their fathers acquired
These sons will inherit the qualities of their mothers
So that when they love, they will love eternally
When they listen they will do it better

While I breathe I hope
These sons shall be adored and called the chosen ones like the Israelites
They will lend a hand and share a dollar
These unborn sons will use Kangas to bundle babies on their backs
They will fight not only to change the system but the hearts of those in power
Their voices will not go unheard
Their feet will help many cross rivers
In trying times communities will grow to depend and lean on their tough shoulders
Their eyes will help many see beyond mountains

While I breathe I hope
These sons will not run away or deny responsibility
They will sow seeds and nurture them
Each woman they will drink from will be crowned a queen
When they are fathers, their daughters will have best friends
These sons will teach with sharp tongues,
Igniting fires, leaving many wanting more counsel

While I breathe I hope
That when the sons are hurting and heart broken
They will too shed tears and pour out their hearts
These sons will admit to their wrong doings
And strive to correct their mistakes
They will learn from punishment
And stand firm to what they believe in

While I breathe I hope
That these unborn sons will not raise clenched fists
Over their women but for uhuru
They will protect themselves and the ones that they love most

While I breathe I hope
That my unborn sons are listening
To the beating of my heart
Wishing with each beat they will discover what they are worth
And decide who they want to be when they are born
For it is now that the learning begins
As I write these poems dedicated to them
I write these poems to take solace in believing that
While I breathe I hope
That the sons will not be like my father, my step father
And many men I have loved who let me down

While I breathe I hope
That each breath be multiplied
So that I can watch my unborn sons become men
That among them will be future leaders
Who will not abuse their power and abilities
Who will be loved like Mandela
Leaders will not starve their people to death
Leaders who will not kill to be heard
They will forgive and unite many nations
And they will not judge by colour
These sons will be insurance
And they will assure the world that they are different
For they will remain humble and sincere

While I breathe I hope
That when my unborn sons are given to this world
They will be a blessing to you and many

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