THESE SPACES IN OUR LOVE

 

    THESE SPACES IN OUR LOVE

 

We used to share a space of love 

Where whispers and kisses were enough 

We called each other by pet names 

And tasted each other like champagne

 

We used to bridge the space between 

The private and the public scene 

We didn't care about the labels 

Or the boundaries and the cables

 

But then we lost our space of grace 

We drifted into different places 

I don't know where you are or think 

Or if we still have a link

 

You say I'm in your space too much 

You push me away with a touch 

You draw the lines of yours and mine 

And hang the towels with a sign

 

What happened to our space of bliss? 

Where did we lose our tenderness? 

How did we grow so far apart? 

And break each other's heart?

KAKAWESU (Katele Kalumba)

Lusaka.

 

KAKA, LUSAKA 30/JUNE/2023

THE SEEKER

 

The Seeker

 

He roams alone in realms of night

He searches for a fire

A flicker in the dark he seeks

A flame to lift him higher

He knows the light is hard to find

But still he does not tire

He is a seeker of illumination

A seeker of the fire

 

But in his way there stands a foe

A keeper of the dark

A smotherer of every spark

A snuffer of the arc

He wants to keep the night alive

And leave the world in mire

He is a hater of illumination

A hater of the fire

 

He longs to break the bars that trap

He dreams of peaceful waves

A breeze to soothe his weary soul

A sea to wash his pain

He knows the peace is hard to keep

But still he does not wane

He is a seeker of illumination

A seeker of the rain

 

But in his way there stands a foe

A keeper of the storm

A stirrer of every wave

A blower of the horn

He wants to keep the chaos high

And leave the world in strain

He is a hater of illumination

A hater of the rain

 

He fights the land where truth is false

He braves the tyrant's blade

A shield to guard his noble heart

A sword to cut his way

He knows the justice is hard to win

But still he does not stray

He is a seeker of illumination

A seeker of the day

 

But in his way there stands a foe

A keeper of the lie

A twister of every word

A bender of the eye

He wants to keep the power strong

And leave the world in sway

He is a hater of illumination

A hater of the day

 

He follows his own star that glows

He never ends his quest

He knows the light is hard to reach

But still he does his best

KAKAWESU (Katele Kalumba)

Lusaka.

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He is a seeker of illumination

A seeker of the rest

EARS OF THE DEAD

 

EARS OF THE DEAD

 

They say the dead can hear us

When we whisper in their graves

They say they listen closely

To the secrets that we crave

 

They say the dead can comfort us

When we mourn their loss and pain

They say they send us messages

To help us heal and gain

 

But what if the dead can judge us

When we sin and break their trust

What if they know our darkness

And the things that make us rust

 

What if the dead can haunt us

When we stray from their ideals

What if they curse and mock us

And reveal what we conceal

 

Would we still speak to the dead

If we knew they had such ears

Would we still seek their guidance

Or would we hide in fear

KAKAWESU (KATELE KALUMBA)

LUSAKA, UTH. 17/05/2023

 

LOST IN MIASMA OF THE NEW ORDER

 

LOST IN MIASMA OF THE NEW ORDER

                                                                                            

They lurk in the shadows of the web

They feed on the data of the masses

They plot and scheme with their bots

They manipulate and deceive with their lies

 

They are the kakistocrats, the rulers of the worst

They are the neanderthals, the relics of the past

They have no souls, no hearts, no minds

They have no faces, no names, no identities

 

They crave for power, but they are powerless

They seek for glory, but they are worthless

They pretend to be leaders, but they are followers

They claim to be human, but they are golems

 

They are lost in the labyrinth of virtual power

They are trapped in the maze of their own creation

They are blind to the reality of their doom

They are deaf to the voices of their victims.

KAKAWESU (Katele Kalumba)

KAKAWESU (Katele Kalumba)