I believe poetry is a form of healing. Just writing your thoughts on paper can go a long way in settling an unsettled mind. There is therapeutics in poetry. Therapoetics.
I believe in fairness. If a writer is writing, then a poet is poeting. Fair is fair.
This book is a collection of poems I found therapy in writing. I have tried to steer away from things political...with difficulty considering our world...and focused more on wordplay. I hope you enjoy reading this book of poetry.
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was born on June 18, 1964 in southern Zimbabwe, in a village called Chivi, in Masvingo Province. At the time, Zimbabwe was under Ian Smith's government and a guerrilla war was in its infancy to free the country from colonial rule. I have scant memories of my early days, but the difficult rural life and occasional abuses I went through, stir sad memories in me sometimes. Some of it is captured in my poems.
In 1973 I moved to Zambia to escape the escalating bush war. In December 1977 my father inexplicably decided to immigrate back to the then Rhodesia at the height of the war and his nationalist activism eventually took his life in August 1979.
On April 18, 1980, Zimbabwe got its Independence from Britain. At that point, I went back to school to repeat my grade seven, passed, and went to Lord Malvern High School, in Waterfalls, a suburb of Harare, where I met my wife. Our affair started when we were in form two in 1982, she being 15 years old and I, being 18 years old.
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