Crying Child

By Daniel Mwale   She has been crying for centuries, Since the fright of ages begun, Her echoes reached to many countries, But never resorted to a gun. She lives in a tiny house, Windowless and dark inside, Human feaces and cobwebs hanging loose, But sparkling with beauty outside. She cries uncontrollably, Sending her tears … More Crying Child


Thoughts and Memories are Killing me. I’m being overdosed by Missing. What can I do when nobody notices how lonely I am deep inside. What can I do when these rusted bars got no secrets to hide. Its so boring without Jokes by my friends and family Thoughts, lies, truth and stories by them                                                                                          … More Drill

The Hurricane

The catastrophic hurricane Thumping on the gorgeous landlocked kingdom Devastating an ecosytem To a battle field where the outcome couldn’t be dreamt But the kings of the dwelling could organise ceremonies Celebrating their triumph Overlooking the torment of the cockroaches The hurricane has brought desperation. The coming in of gigantic Chipembere We thought has come … More The Hurricane

To My Daughter

I can’t believe that the time has come For you to finally sprout I raised you all these years all by myself You were the only joy i had and now i have to see you go My child, though the road be big, learn to walk the journey alone Even if you get surrounded … More To My Daughter


Till the day my name shall be remembered Till the day my life shall be favoured But as for the moment, let me live behind these bars It still pains me inside Nothing hurts more than these scars I don’t have any freedom I can’t do this alone Let me be me I want that … More Freedom

Monkey Tears

I am here banana tree I saw you as i hooped along You were right there Your branches greener than the others I adored you among the restI swooped down and sat beside you You gave me the shade when it rained I was pretty sure this friendship would never end While i sang my … More Monkey Tears

Namadingo’s ‘Msati Mseke’: A Confused but Successful Piece

The first time I listened to Patience Namadingo’s ‘Msati Mseke‘ was when I found my cousin’s houseboy dancing in an eager wild abandon upon the veranda. He thought he was alone, and I did not want to cut that joyful moment off, so I quietly crept by and went to my room. I lay upon … More Namadingo’s ‘Msati Mseke’: A Confused but Successful Piece

The New Driver

Mene Mene Terkel, and Parsin… I had woken up to the call of a feminine voice. It was a soft voice, like that I had read in Romeo and Juliet, or to be more practical, like Maria’s voice when first she called my name. At this point, my readers, I know that you will proceed … More The New Driver