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Togara Muzanenhamo
Togara Muzanenhamo was born to Zimbabwean parents in Lusaka, Zambia, in 1975. He was brought up in Zimbabwe, and then went on to study in The Hague and Paris. His work has appeared in magazines in Europe, South Africa, the United States and Zimbabwe, and was included in Carcanet's anthology New Poetries in 2002. He lives with his partner and children in Harare.
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Virga - Togara Muzanenhamo
VIRGA
Togara Muzanenhamo
CARCANET POETRY
CONTENTS
Title Page
Dedication
Epigraph
Swakopmund
Mistral
Öxará
Toblach Summers
Sun Dogs
Openings
The Barque
In the Distance
Bharathanatyam
Beneath the Swallow’s Nest
The Texan
Poids
Galivar
Correspondents
Virga
Hobiki Bune
Gough
Bluegrass Country
Swell
Skies
Spirit of the Fon
Martin
Göbekli Tepe
The Visitors
Antipodes
Alizé
A Sunday Afternoon
Lens
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by Togara Muzanenhamo from Carcanet
Copyright
Ndinopa basa rino nerudo kuna Rumbi naSanaa
Ola i ke ahe lau makani
‘We are the fruits of the wind and have been seeded,
irrigated and cultivated by its craft’
– Lyall Watson
SWAKOPMUND
‘As a result of the continuously inauspicious seas, which on the morning of Sunday, the 7th of this month, were once again particularly rough, the tip of the Mole and the lantern post also collapsed during that night. Considering how other facilities, for example those in Cape Town, are ravaged by the ocean, it can not come as a surprise that this harbour experiences similar rigours. The battle against the sea will be a continuous one.’
– Deutsch-Südwestafrikanische Zeitung, 12 June 1903
Tall and green-eyed. Garyupleh journeys out from Monrovia on word from Berlin.
The pulse of the steamer’s engine pounding up into his palms through brass taffrails.
A black squall trailing off the smokestack – thinning out and staining the pale Atlantic sky.
The Harmattan whispers dryly off his skin. The Eduard Bohlen skirts the coast for Nifu
where crates of gin and barrels of beer are traded for more Kru. For men who know the sea.
Men chosen by his own hand. Figures sculpted from muscle. Solid youths with rounded
jowls he forcefully aligned to his squared chin when he stared deep into their eyes before
bolting his conscripts below deck. The ship’s cargo hold ripe with an unguent perfume.
Away from the reef – the is sea flat. Silver glides of flying fish mirrored off its surface.
From the steamer’s deck – he recalls his wife’s somber wave amid a carnival of white
handkerchiefs. The young bride dropping her head then dropping her hand to her pregnant belly.
The image cuts deep. The thin white coast long lost beneath the horizon’s blue shield.
The sun falls and sinks again. Vanishing beneath stars undulating in slow psalms
glistening off salt water – the German liner leagues from the beacon on Cape Palmas.
He avoids other passengers. Avoids the restaurant. The bar. Keeps to his berth.
Eats alone. Sleeps alone. Dreams of the steamship ploughing the South Atlantic Gyre –
spoon bow parting water – night waves falling back – blue with luminescent plankton –
the warm arm of the Guinea Current feeding life into Benguela’s hibernal course.
Mossamedes comes. A fortress on brown cliffs. Then Port Negro with its long iron jetty.
Then Port Alexander – erased of thousands of flamingos – the sky grey above a grey sea.
More days pass. Colossal waves rise like dark liquid dunes or banks of rolling mercury.
The ship powers through them. Steel heaving and creaking. The deck awash with salt
till the waters calm and a ghostlike fog hugs the Skeleton Coast. Crossing Capricorn’s
invisible belt – he wakes troubled from a dream: his wife cradling their lifeless newborn.
When the ship eventually reaches Swakopmund – he already longs for home.
The first night is cold. Miserable. The wind’s bitter breath screams through gaps
in the makeshift cabin walls – the language of the southern sea constantly busy in his ear.
Unable to sleep he pulls on his boots. Walks out along the breakwater where whitecaps
rush up against rocks and spray down in fine breaths of rain. He sees the lantern post
stationed at the tip of the mole. And there by the simple beacon he stops. Arrested by
the sight of a dark heavy mass coming towards him – a shape he can not make out –
a godless shape slowly approaching then morphing into a gang of men.
The lantern’s light etches and enlarges the figures on a thick screen of mist.
Each silhouette becoming flesh. Each figure gaunt and naked as the hour itself.
Eight