I came I
saw and was stoutly conquered
By a
wounded river in its middle
That
brutally awoke from the dead
Hearts
beaten into rock and tough riddle
I came
there when the rain killed cameras
And
sentenced cheap mobile phones to silence
With human
voices harassed and embarrassed
By the
vexed spirit of Victoria Falls
Even the
rainbow was cowered and bent
In
apologies to Ma Zambezi
Who fumed
dews of blessings on its bent back
In
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I was
puzzled by sudden presences
Of nations
jumping out of anxious beds
To watch
the rainbow drink water like fish
From a
larva-spitting middle river
Such that
early that morning I joined them
As
candidate and witness to miracles
Where the
river shouted in agreement
To heaven
and earth breaking sheer shackles
Oh Zambezi
your own action secrets
Remain
unknown even to cast kola nuts
Sharing
this drama with nations watching
Rainbows
fall on living stone like bread
Moulds
Jesus wouldn’t touch to shake late converts
into
cowards like Livingstone hiding in the bushes
behind the
vexed Victoria spitting up larva rain
from the
wounded belly of a river not far
From
furtive Livingstone who’d tripped
On a
rainbow under his feet
To open
warm embraces for new pals
That come
but hardly ever stay to hide
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