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MID-NIGHT BRAWL

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Prevailing altercation,
A string of expletives,
A dash of angry shouting,
Rent the warm night air.

The faithful night breeze,
Carried the commotion far and wide,
Rats stopped their activities to listen,
Crickets stopped their innocuous sounds.

The man could be heard quite distinctly,
Effing and blinding strenuously,
Barking, screaming and shouting,
As he pulled his wife by her hair.

Finally, the two were outside.
And the whole world with them,
The world watched as they rolled and turned,
Clutched, clawed and hit each other.

The man shouted:
You have betrayed our love,
You did confidently sleep,
With my friend, under my very roof!

The neighbours very well remembered,
The tall, lanky fellow,
Who had discreetly left the man’s house,
Early that evening.

The woman heatedly rejoined:
You slept with the chief’s wife last week,
You moved around with my best friend,
And I did not raise as much as an eyebrow.

The bandying was sustained for as long as it could hold,
With either party venting their heart’s contents on the other,
The man was the first one to have enough of it all,
As he slammed his burning fist against her face.

Richard Mbuthia

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ODE TO THE CHARADE: ZIMBABWE

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A sham, bloody deception,
The bounding, white army chanted.
Undemocratic, unparalleled injustice,
The tardy (nay, tacky), black army chorused.
Unrivalled travesty, perfect ambiguity,
The International community whimpered.
But the black man stood, unstung,
The virulent words falling on barren ears.
“Keep your noises to yourselves,”
He advised the white and black alike.
The bandying of coloured words ensued,
All parties pulling the frayed reins.
Just before the snap of the frayed joints,
The black man cleared his sooty throat:
“If thou deemest yourselves clean enough,
Be the first to hurl disjointed pebbles!”
The white and black armies cast unfurled glances,
And voluntarily retreated to their murky hovels.

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Biography

Richard Mbuthia is an English and Literature teacher in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. Poetry is his second love: the rhythm, verse and verve of poetry are ingredients of a great love story. The twenty six letters of the alphabet amaze him with their ability to be used as instruments of change – their volatility, pointedness, efficiency and aptness cannot be gainsaid.

His ambition is that one day he will be a poet of high repute; a poet churning out metres and metres of verse; a poet on the drawing board of many a winning verse; a poet charting the way for revolutionary pieces; a poet telling the African story as it is and as it ought to be.

Richard Mbuthia

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Biography

Richard Mbuthia is an English and Literature teacher in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. Poetry is his second love: the rhythm, verse and verve of poetry are ingredients of a great love story. The twenty six letters of the alphabet amaze him with their ability to be used as instruments of change – their volatility, pointedness, efficiency and aptness cannot be gainsaid.

His ambition is that one day he will be a poet of high repute; a poet churning out metres and metres of verse; a poet on the drawing board of many a winning verse; a poet charting the way for revolutionary pieces; a poet telling the African story as it is and as it ought to be.

MID-NIGHT BRAWL

Enlarge poem

Prevailing altercation,
A string of expletives,
A dash of angry shouting,
Rent the warm night air.

The faithful night breeze,
Carried the commotion far and wide,
Rats stopped their activities to listen,
Crickets stopped their innocuous sounds.

The man could be heard quite distinctly,
Effing and blinding strenuously,
Barking, screaming and shouting,
As he pulled his wife by her hair.

Finally, the two were outside.
And the whole world with them,
The world watched as they rolled and turned,
Clutched, clawed and hit each other.

The man shouted:
You have betrayed our love,
You did confidently sleep,
With my friend, under my very roof!

The neighbours very well remembered,
The tall, lanky fellow,
Who had discreetly left the man’s house,
Early that evening.

The woman heatedly rejoined:
You slept with the chief’s wife last week,
You moved around with my best friend,
And I did not raise as much as an eyebrow.

The bandying was sustained for as long as it could hold,
With either party venting their heart’s contents on the other,
The man was the first one to have enough of it all,
As he slammed his burning fist against her face.

Featured Poem:

ODE TO THE CHARADE: ZIMBABWE

Enlarge poem

A sham, bloody deception,
The bounding, white army chanted.
Undemocratic, unparalleled injustice,
The tardy (nay, tacky), black army chorused.
Unrivalled travesty, perfect ambiguity,
The International community whimpered.
But the black man stood, unstung,
The virulent words falling on barren ears.
“Keep your noises to yourselves,”
He advised the white and black alike.
The bandying of coloured words ensued,
All parties pulling the frayed reins.
Just before the snap of the frayed joints,
The black man cleared his sooty throat:
“If thou deemest yourselves clean enough,
Be the first to hurl disjointed pebbles!”
The white and black armies cast unfurled glances,
And voluntarily retreated to their murky hovels.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (6)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (4)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (1)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (2)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (4)

MID-NIGHT BRAWL

Enlarge poem

Prevailing altercation,
A string of expletives,
A dash of angry shouting,
Rent the warm night air.

The faithful night breeze,
Carried the commotion far and wide,
Rats stopped their activities to listen,
Crickets stopped their innocuous sounds.

The man could be heard quite distinctly,
Effing and blinding strenuously,
Barking, screaming and shouting,
As he pulled his wife by her hair.

Finally, the two were outside.
And the whole world with them,
The world watched as they rolled and turned,
Clutched, clawed and hit each other.

The man shouted:
You have betrayed our love,
You did confidently sleep,
With my friend, under my very roof!

The neighbours very well remembered,
The tall, lanky fellow,
Who had discreetly left the man’s house,
Early that evening.

The woman heatedly rejoined:
You slept with the chief’s wife last week,
You moved around with my best friend,
And I did not raise as much as an eyebrow.

The bandying was sustained for as long as it could hold,
With either party venting their heart’s contents on the other,
The man was the first one to have enough of it all,
As he slammed his burning fist against her face.

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