A City under Siege -Jambiya for Water!

AMANZIImage result for pictures  of drops   of  water the  Water  Crisis   in   the  Southern  tip  of  Africa  with  an  example  of  the  latest  water crisis  in  Cape town  ,South Africa    and  other   African   regions  ,cities    and   villages  are  a great  lesson  to   humanity  that  we need to  take  responsibility  in  the conservation   of our environment   thus  including   water sources . We  have  as humanity   for  a  long   time  from generation  to   generation perpetuated  the cutting  down  of trees  leading  to   serious negative  impacts  like    massive  land  erosion  and  siltation .  We  have  indulged  in  irresponsible  industrial  global  civilizations  that  have affected   negatively  our climatic patterns  resulting  as well  in floods  and  untold  suffering from heat waves  and  droughts  losing  lives  and  resources  in the way.   We  just  need  to  be  a  responsible  citizenry  that  we live  our  lives  to the  fullest  without  the  danger  of  the  effects  of climate  change. Underneath  is  a   lamentation    for  the water crisis  in Cape town  city  of South Africa- Jambiya  is a   Creative  Life Coach ,Arts Activist ,Poet  and Storyteller  of  note.

NB – the Amanzi   Water  Journal   call upon  citizens  in  Southern Africa  to  participate  in Southern Africa Faith Communities  for Environment  Institute(SAFCEI)   Events  , programs  ,demos  and  trainings  for  a better understanding  of  environmental  issues .Follow  our  blog   , send  us  Likes  and  contact  us  at  amanziglobaljournal@gmail.com

 

A City under Siege 

 

Vusi Thembekwayo wisely said,

“Nothing is guaranteed

it is gifted”.

 

Why then do leaders control?

earth’s gifts –

water and vegetation;

destroy what is sown

by working hands

and fertilized by soil.

Theu lord over springs nurtured in stone

 

The people blame the H20 crises and famine on political manipulation and lies –

human maintenance and monocracy –

perhaps they are right,

 

Yet their bloated egos and guzzling

rob the poor of each drop

by which they live.

“Damn the bloody law”, they shout.

Conspiracy theories take precedence,

driven by an insatiable hunger for justice,

views on land repartition;

the rights of the Khoi and San.

 

Global warming, population explosions

and no rains

but to hell with the white man

who caused Africa’s pain –

May the black man rot as he

insists brown must be black.

Blame government for

gangsterism and depravity –

while the inhumane kill and plunder.

Damned apartheid that stripped

Africa’s sparkle and

broke her morale and humanity;

stole her integrity and peace;

raised her corruption

and false conditional grants.

 

Societies steal because

they are stolen from,

hate because they are hated,

they’re bigots because of prejudice,

thieves because

the poor must eat,

the old regime stole land and possessions –

the current status quo no different.

 

South Africa has become

what she hates –

a polluted representative democracy.

Hell indeed hath no fury

like a woman scorned.

 

rapists are torched yet

mothers leave toddlers to play

in streets till dark;

blame it on the system

who abuses women

as slave labour –

she lies drunk and drugged

while her boyfriend fondles

her 5year old.

He blames an unrepentant penis

and an appetite for health.

 

Evil is all around but the people

are stiff-necked and

stone institutions that

have long moved on –

It’s fathers dead and gone.

 

Communities play into the hands of apartheid’s prophecies

and bitterness has become

the compass by which

they journey into the future,

while our children die

and our earth dries up;

South Africa lashes out at the ghost who still haunts her heart and home.

 

She has ceased to take

responsibility for her actions;

It’s easier to blame a moving target;

and flog a lame horse;

 

and so her pride

and heritage disintegrates.

vigilantes move in,

the law falls at its own hand –

the mother-land is parched;

manhood is gradually killed off,

womanhood violated.

 

Capitalists

Socialists

Humanists

Scientists

debate;

 

Whose to blame –

do the rich own the mountains,

the oceans and the land –

do the people –

the Khoi or the San?

 

We challenge drought alerts;

“It’s a hoax” we say,

 

as the arid land mourns,

our egos grow,

intellectual theories mount;

Acquivers are pumped

desalination disputed –

Springs milked.

 

Manenberg revisits the stone-age

Fires ravage natural resources

Hanover park is shot into doomsday

Khayelitsha a mere carcass of its beauty –

The Lost City drenched as with

the sweat of a TB patient.

 

But our hate escalates

Our pangas fulfil their arc

Our greed grins menacingly

our poverty perverts integrity

The sangoma throws his bones –

we cannabalise –

and dog eats dog –

rebels of an alien kind.

 

When hope buckles

some relent;

but others,

pray.

 

Blame blame

Whose to blame?

 

Our taps leak

Crops die

the earth thirsts

and our blood runs free –

 

“The Wise Vusi” said,

“Nothing is guaranteed,

It is all gifted”.

 

Let the pipes of peace

ring out and pray

that earth’s gift of springs

quench Africa’s thirst.

 

(C)Jambiya

“The power of the word”

JambiyaImage may contain: 1 person, smiling is an emotive writer who weaves the tragedy and victory of the human experience into a tapestry of memorable imagery and metaphor? She speaks with honesty on the spiritual and social challenges of our time. Jambiya’s works are a must read for those accustomed to the jaded perfunctory cleverness of modern wordsmiths.

Poets for Climate and Environment(CREATIVISM)

AMANZIImage result for footprint in water  small images-Thumbs up to all the  poets who have participated in this Poets for Climate/Water journal first edition. It is  quite heartening that   the poets tackled the subject of Climate , earth and environment  with literary skill. It is our duty as poets , writers and artists to communicate both national  and societal  issues. We are the Voice  of the Voiceless.Continue contributing  to thewww.climatediariesafrica.tumblr.com. Readers enjoy the poems Mother Earth by Tendai Bhasvi,  Jungle wonderland and Nature Rhetorics by Brendon Svongwa, She Feels by Tapiwanashe Banhire , Tree by Brian Kanjengo  . The journal was compiled , edited and published by Mbizo Chirasha . Also  see  the contributors  short CVS underneath poems. Your comments are feedback are welcome .

 

Mother Earth , Mother Earth 

Can you forgive us for taking you for granted,

Can you forgive us for creating unnecessary heat not needed within your womb that natures us,

Can you forgive us for being ignorant and taking your natured love for a walk in the park,

So harsh is the signs you warn us by little disasters you create for us to open our eyes,

Oh mama , some of us take into account your tears that rain terror in different forms,

Forgive those who angers your traits of a humble world by lessening your anger,

Down grade that heat that torches Africa,

Humble your currents that create torrential rains and tear open the River Ganges,

Create every session the Banguela current so that South Africa can have your soft tears in the form of rain,

Give us humans a chance to mend the ozone layer,

Humble and deflect the heat that kills the Glaciers of the Antarctica,

Give our future generation a life filled with hope not an empty hollow cup with nothing but dry sand.

Forgive us for creating nuclear bombs that damage your well being,

Forgive us for destroying the Amazon rain Forrest,

Forgive us for depositing filth in your oceans or dear mama,

Forgive us for killing animals,

Cecil the lion died to satisfy the edge of man to fulfil his quest for blood,

Forgive us for creating unnecessary wars to destabilising you our Mother Earth,

Forgive us for killing one another,

Forgive us for over feeding our children in developed worlds,

While others die in need of a bite of food per day,

Forgive us for being stupid and experimenting on you our dear mother,

Forgive for having ignorant leaders who are greedy to fill up their coffers yet others die in need and in vain,

I cry dear lord for the sake of humanity to congregate knowledge so as to learn how to love you our mother,

Forgive us Mother Earth we learn by example so hard and slow is our minds so distorted we take long to grasp.

Mother Earth , Mother Earth – by Tendai Bhasvi

 

 

 

she feels 


yet without a skin over her body
she hears
yet there is no drum within her ears
she is emotional
yet without a rhythm to her heartbeat
she cries
yet there is not a single eye on her broad face

she feels
a torturing pain of betrayal
betrayed buy her own
she feels
an unconditional love pushing her to embrace
embracing in fault or perfection
she feels
a fuming fury of anger telling her to withdraw
withdrawing her blessing
she feels
a bitterness from being let down
she is a mother
like all mothers
she feels

the thunder groans loudly in no man’s land
she groans in desperation with it
the hurricane rises violently towards the badlands
her anger arises along in it
the earth quakes and tremors deep into the inner lands
the echo of her cry echoes with it
the cyclone cuts across the land
her sorrow and depression cut through her very soul
the acid rain eats away the firm steady rock lands
she loses memory of every beautiful day
all the days of her beauty eaten away

do you ever wonder how she feels
I wonder
is it climate change or is it the chastening of a loving mother
I wonder
is it global warming or is it the anger that burns within a betrayed mother
I wonder
is it the earth quaking and shaking or is it the heart  of a weeping mother
I wonder
is the flooding of the lands natural or is it the tears of mother nature

l wonder
do you ever wonder
do you ever take time to ponder
I wonder

she is a mother
NATURE FEELS –

by Tapiwanashe Banhire

 

 

JUNGLE WONDERLAND

The heat induced mirage like frosted glass in derelict cathedral lures the wanderer into a fantastic thrilling journey through the unremitting wilderness. A miasma of dust slowly evaporates into the air, precipitating small clouds that drift through the exhilaratingly lethargic afternoon.

Jungle’s jacquard woven fabric

Decorated with ornithology

Zebra’s like mythical griffins supersonic

Male elephantine strides hypnotising the eye

Tickling it mercilessly in a manner sly

Multi coloured tendrils hung from trees

Pendulum drills frees

Gilded curtains of a maharaja’s palanquin

An infuriating hissing alerts the wanderer

As adrenalin rushes like vaccine

Baboon troops parade its nudity

Hold critical symposium with annuity

Contemplating lush corn fields

Underlying the towering metropolis of animal Kingdom

The fanatical itinerant finally rests

George of the Jungle

Serene Symbiosis

Hung apocalypses

Ramped metamorphosis

Of metaphysical oasis

Flora Fauna now extinct

Crooning hammer cops

Kilimanjaro roars and rumbles no more

Fond memories stumble into shambles. By Brendon Svongwa

 

 

NATURE’S RHETORICS

Rake ripe thine luminosity

Like cadet falling off curiosity

Amarula drenches consciousness

On an auspicious night of merriment

Affirmed with traditional meal

Beer brewed

To renew the sensation now departed

Baobab where art thou fruits?

The September heat

Draws in me neat

Columns of trivalent ecstasy

Gliding through the river waters- capacitated

Cool water tickling our glistering bodies- invoking

Innocent collective chuckles

Untainted and unpolluted

Health matters well articulated

Father rain where art thou tears?

Memories of bygone years

Propel one into an asylum convulsion

As past realities sound berserk

To the new generation- illusion

Dreams hung up in the atmosphere

Chocking to industrial gasses- emitted

Human sanity, where art your watchdog?

By Brendon Svongwa

 

 

TREE

What is it that you can do with me?

For you to have a school you have to have me

If I disappear, as you and your children destroy me

There is that you can do

My absents means it a blow to your success

Books and benches are made of me

For your health you have to get oxygen from me

What everything you get in hospitals it’s all about

Scientist talks about global warming

The main agent its tree

Who can argue with me?

Tablets are from my children

There is nothing that you and your children could with me

Conservations and the chiefs tried to protect me

By you cut me all the time for no apparent reason

Some of you burn me

The time I give up

I don’t know what would happen to you and your children

You owe me respect

When it’s hot every living creature looks for me

When it’s cold you come hibernate on me

There is no anything that is made where you cannot find me

I beg you not to chop me down

For I am the source of your lives

Signs of new season you see from me

God has given me mandate to serve you

But nobody cares about me-

by Brian Kanjengo

 

Contributors Notes /Bio -datas

 

Brendon Svongwa is a Mutare born , Zimbabwean  Young Poet . The is good with his lyrical dexterity and has a promising literary arts future. He is inspired by Dambudzo Marechera and Oscar Wilde. His pen is ever oozing with visual imagery. His two poems in the Poets for Climate edition are Jungle Wonderland and Nature Rhetorics   .  Some of his poems are  in the Miombpublishing  journal ,www.miombopublishing.wordpress.com

 

 

Brian Kanjengo- Brian is a Zimbabwean Poet and writer. His thrust is mainly of political poetry  . The poet contributed with  a poem Tree in this Poets for Climate Journal  2016. His poetry is touching and more engaging. Some of his politically serious poems will be soon published in the MiomboPublishing blog journal,www.miombopublishing.wordpress.com

 

 

Tendai Bhasvi-  is a Zimbabwean born writer ,poet and scientist living in United Kingdom . Tendai is currently studying science engineering   in  one of the prestigious Universities  in  United Kingdom . He is a singer  as well as a poet. His poem  Mother Earth is a passionate plea  to Mother Earth  to forgive humanity that have sinned against Mother Earth.The Poet was the first to respond to the call   of Poets for Climate journal . He is  published in the miombo publishing  journal ,www.miombopublishing.wordpress.com

 

Tapiwanashe Banhire- is a young poet whose voice is strong and promising . She wrote  his poem She feels with a very amazing style. Tapiwa lives in Masvingo,Zimbabwe  and he is devoted christain. The poet  is very   excellent communicator. We have a future of  a  poet in Tapiwa. His poetry will be soon published as well in Miombopublishing journal ,www.miombopublishing.wordpress.com

 

 

Mbizo Chirasha   is the Editor/blogging Publisher, poet , writer and Creative communities expert . He runs a number of creative, literary and writing initiatives. Mbizo founded the blog journal ClimateDiaries Africa- which is publishing stories, opinions, news , profiles and poetry  on Climate , water , wildlife and other related themes. Mbizo is also publishing young poets and writers in the miombopublishing journal ,www.miombpublishing.wordpress.com

He is profiling  efforts of women and girls around the world  in the blog site, www.personalitiesofinspiration.wordpress.com. He is the blog Editor/Publisher of the Poets for Climate Journal.

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