Doubt

Doubt

Doubt is the thief of confidence
It steals the ability to progress and move on.
Doubt takes possession of the future,
Like an addictive drug or substance.
It kills the belief and power of hope,
Into the oblivion of uncertainty.
Doubt is a thief like procrastination
It is a robber of self-worthy.
A retrogressive vice that punctures the belief in oneself.

By Makurira

I wanted to write you a love letter

I wanted to write you a love letter

I wanted to write you a love letter, 

It is a letter of my feelings, a letter of hope about my tomorrow with you my love

A letter expressing the depth of my love for you. 

It is a letter of gratitude, a letter that soul searches my inner soul. 

I wanted to write you a letter to show you the depth and breadth of the pit I call love.

It is a letter that fails the description test, for I can't find proper superlatives to express how deep my love is. 

I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you that you are my first and my last love. 

All I wanted to say is I love you. 

By Makurira

I am a writer

I am a writer

I am a writer because I said so

I write what I think about,  

I write what I feel, 

My opinion is like my penis, 

It is mine alone, 

I don't care what anyone thinks, 

I write what I believe in. 

I am a writer. 

I have my own opinion 

I let my pen dance on the paper upon ignition. 

It flows like a river downstream

As I capture the figment of my imagination, 

Because I am a writer

Some may consider it a trove, 

Some a treasure and others a crap, 

The fact remains I am a writer. 

Nothing worse than being in love alone

Nothing worse than being in love alone

There is nothing worse than being in love alone. 

It feels like a blunt knife cutting through the heart.

Being in love alone feels like 

Someone dancing on your raw nerves,

It is a journey into the wilderness.

Being in love alone is like

A punch in to bollocks. 

That shatters the nuts into pieces.

Being in love alone feels like. 

A woman with a stiletto dancing on the naked body,

It is like taking a journey to Serbia. 

Where everyone knows where it is

But no one wants to go there. 

By Makurira

What happened?

What happened?

What happened to the butterflies

That used to fly up and down our tummies 

When we missed each other 

What happened to the butterflies

That flew up and down your whole body 

When my message hit your phone. 

What happened to what we felt the first time, 

We were passionate, 

What happened to the love that drove you and me crazy. 

What happened to missing me, when I wasn't there but chatting with you

What happened to the hope of the everlasting future of  love

What happened to the enthusiasm you had for  me and for us

What happened to the future plans we had together

What happened to the love that you promised me

What happened to the undying loath, we had before we made love

What happened to not spending the day without my call, without my text

What happened to give us the chance and see where it was going

What happened to that belief in us, 

The belief that one day I was gonna be Romeo and you were Juliet. 

What happened after our lovemaking, what happened to the US. 

Makurira. 

Today is your day.

Today is your day.

Today is your big day

You are as beautiful as a clear day

The lord today gave you an opportunity to breathe again today and add another year.
And To celebrate your existence on earth

Like stretch marks the day shows contours of the  years you have lived. 

It is full of memories so difficult to erase

Today is the day that you celebrate life,

When others are praying for survival The Lord adds another year on your silver platter. 

Today is your big day enjoy and be glad

Happy birthday sweetie

By Makurira

My heart beats for you

My heart beats for you

Each day my heart beats for you.
Like lost love, the unbearable pain scratches my heart and soul.
My heart beats so loud as a drum upon thinking of you.
It feels like a raw nerve each day I live without you.
Ding Dong like a clock I hear your heartbeat.
I haven't felt like this, in a very long time.
Simply because my heart only beats for you.

I love you, my heart only beats for you.

By Makurira 

It can only be God's grace

It can only be God's grace

It was only yesterday 

When I was in pain.

My body and soul were tortured 

By a rare condition that affects

One in a hundred thousand, 

They call it Guillain-Barré syndrome (GBS)

My belief in God kept my faculties together. 

The world turned upside down 

And  I couldn't walk, 

I struggled to eat and breathe.

 I admired walking 

And walking was a huge achievement.

By the grace of God,

 I took baby steps to recovery 

And the recovery was far quicker than 

The doctors and experts anticipated. 

Healing can only come from the Almighty God.  

During my trying times my faith 

And hope came from God, 

Without him, I would have been dead or paralyzed. 

There are people who don't believe in miracles

And I guess it's because they have never encountered them

Or haven't seen anyone being healed. 

I am a testament to the healing power of God. 

At least now the people who saw me in the hospital 

Or who saw my health deteriorating can now testify 

And glorify God. 

Mountains are there in life for good reasons, 

Normally to teach us the things we wouldn't 

Ordinarily, learn from our daily lives. 

What I learnt during that period 

I wouldn't have learnt it anywhere, 

Not even at Harvard University.  

I thank God for that, 

My experience was like a gem an unexploited virgin mine. 

All because of God I am well,

Alive and enthusiastic 

By Makurira

je t'aime

Je t'aime

It sounds like a cliché 

When I tell you that I love you

It is an indescribable feeling inside of me, 

That drives me crazy

To the point of insanity

My love burden is so heavy to carry like a cross

That is why I want to be with you. 

Je t'aime

By Makurira

When we were boys.

When we were boys.

Life was sweet and eventful when we were boys.
We didn't worry about life or anything.
We played hide and seek,
We played in the rain 

And thoroughly enjoyed the harassment 

The pelting rain did on our little bodies.

We enjoyed herding the cattle 

And swam in shallow, muddy, 

Deep dams and rivers.

We enjoyed being naughty. 

We often received hiding whenever we came home late. 

We played football. 

From empty mealie meal packs every day, 

We drove all makes of cars made from wires. 

We liked shooting birds with slings 

And sometimes used snares 

To catch small animals. 

We played with sticky mud. 

The one used by the potter 

And rolled it to make Bulls and heifers 

We challenged each other 

To see which one was the strongest. 

We cried when bathing, 

We would leave white patches 

On our bodies when we bathed ourselves. 

Our minds were inquisitive, 

Sleeping was the only time we rested. 

We played with used car tyres the whole day. 

Chasing after them, rolling down the street. 

We didn't have hate, we loved unconditionally. 

We liked sweets and expected something

When mum and dad came from work. 

We spent the whole day playing 

In the streets with our friends. 

Playing meant the world to us. 

We were called for food all the time. 

We never thought of girlfriends. 

Having families or growing up. 

We just loved being boys 

Our parents were our role models

We always knew that Mum or Dad was a magician. 

Who always gave us what we wanted. 

We never knew that life was that hectic. 

It was very simple and beautiful 

We believed our world was the best

When we were boys, we were always happy. 

By Makurira

Je t'aime ZIMBABWE

Je t'aime  #ZIMBABWE

Zimbabwe I love you, 

My love for you is undying. 

Each time I think of you my stomach cringes

With ecstatic imagination of how beautiful 

And adorable you are. 

You are pregnant with love, 

Compassion, peace and minerals. 

Such that my insatiable desire 

For your love is incomparable. 

I long to be with you 

Every day of my life. 

My love for you is like a brand-new toy, 

It is as deep as a mother's love 

And as sweet as my love,  

Who I can't even spend a day without thinking.

I think of you every hour, 

Every minute and wonder

How your dripping love can be shunned 

By so many. 

When I think of you 

My heart bleeds with the longing

And the burning desire 

The passion of new love birds. 

I have known only your deep love, 

Whose arms soothe my desire and my soul. 

In your loving arms, I will die, 

I will protect you with all my power. 

Your love is like a harlot's 

Which doesn't discriminate, 

Sometimes I wonder how you manage 

To be so peaceful and soulful in times of trouble and sorrow. 

You are as calm and composed as a sleeping monster. 

How do you manage to accommodate all 

And sundry and love them like your own? 

Those that pretend to love you

Take turns to deflower you 

With reckless abandon

They claim to have fought for you

Yet they rape you daily without care

Je t'aime  #ZIMBABWE

By Makurira