The Maiden Voice: A Collection of Poems

By Friday Hamamba Hanene

The Maiden Voice is the first collection of poems by Friday Hamamba Hanene covering different subjects of life. The motivation for writing the individual poems is as diverse as the subjects (themes), and the writer drew inspiration from both personal experiences and those of other people. The compilation also includes both real and fictional incidents or experiences, and some individuals and places named or portrayed may be actually real.

The collection is written in a clear-to-understand, rhyming language and is suitable for all age groups (teens and adults). The mental faculties are very awake in deep serenity when the mind does ponder and wander here and yonder. An experience, an incident, or nature may create an emotional spark that engulfs the whole being in an explosive flame. The muffled voice is then finally uttered.

Friday Hamamba Hanene is a Lusaka-based banker who has worked for Barclays Bank Zambia as well as Standard Chartered Bank Zambia. He attended Kanini Basic School, Kansenshi Secondary, and Hillcrest Senior Secondary School as well as the Copperbelt University.

He has been writing from a tender age, particularly verse, as a hobby. After a number of people came across some of his writings, they strongly urged him to consider publishing his works, and upon much contemplation, The Maiden Voice has been uttered.

He has a great penchant for reading and writing and a great deal of traveling (meeting people and sightseeing).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Africa
• Release date: Nov 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781482876727

Friday Hamamba Hanene

Friday Hamamba Hanene, born in Ndola on the Copperbelt province of Zambia, is the fourth son of nine children born to Anthony Victor Hanene and Emily Matyola Hanene. He has an inherent passion for creative writing and has a particular soft spot for poetry. He is a banking and financial services professional.

Book preview

Part 1

Always stand tall!

You can lose your all

And at times fall

But no condition is permanent.

Lose not the will,

Think no ill

But with hope fill

Yourself and those around you!

Hanene Friday H_ Just My Thought

The Sunset

Once again,

In the west

To its unknown nest

The sun has gone to rest.

At the horizon

With earth it met

And for the evening set,

Man also free of labour is let.

With mixed feelings I stared,

My mind far did wander;

It will be night

And anything might call

With each night fall

Then again, it will be light;

But not everything will be spared,

What will come leaves one to wonder.

All the while

Alone I lazed,

At the sunset gazed,

And by the whole thing dazed.

The next morn

The sun, up will wake

And new promises make

Of more things to bring or take.

Let us all then be up and doing

And never putting off things till the next day,

Because as the sun will westward be going,

It might just take us or our opportunity to forever set on its way.

Pain Is Never More

Pain is never more

As the aura I wore

Of misery, time tore

And my heart is no longer sore.

That deep pain

Eve felt when Cain

Had Abel in death lain

Is gone, there’s more to gain.

All you hark!

A cloud that’s dark

Is not there to mark

The end of life’s many a lark.

After each night

Comes the day’s light

And by holding on tight

Many things come to our sight.

Pain is never more!

All the agonies I bore,

It seems are now of yore

And my heart no longer is sore.

Weary Feet

The journey is long and rough,

And my already tired legs, not tough.

I have a long way to travel,

More daunting stretches of gravel

To cover on my weary feet

And a lot of expectations to meet.

Defeated by the many fears

Silently, I do often shed my tears.

There could be a smile on my face

But inwardly, I do feel out of the race

For the road is so rough

And my feet not that tough

Yet, I’m to endure all the way

On my weary feet until that day.

Though many times I’ve wailed

And by my will now and then failed,

I’ll prevail over the slights and pain

And one day I’ll have something to gain.

I shall fear never more the world’s rages

But continue perusing through life’s pages.

I Will Smile At Last

My full life story is drafted

By him in whose image I’m crafted

So I fret not on miseries of the other day

Because he has already paved my way

I could go to sleep full of sorrow

But my joy comes the next morrow.

My miseries will be past

And I’ll smile at last.

Just as each dark and dreary night

Is broken by a new dawn and day’s light;

To every dark cloud, a silver lining

And deep under, one has to do the mining

To find precious minerals like gold,

So I’ll endure a few seasons too hot or cold.

My woes will be aside cast

And I’ll smile at last.

Though today I’m tempest tossed,

By every ill fortune, now and then bossed,

By waves of distraction swayed and battered,

Still I’ll focus on things that have always mattered

And when in a sea of despair, I’m swallowed deep,

My faith, hope and trust will I still keep.

My God will I hold fast

And I’ll smile at last.

To The Last Bell

Long lonesome years thoroughly wasted

Dozens a dull moon gone

Yet, bitterness the only thing tasted

In its incarcerating bone

The brain protests and is about to burst open its cell

This is the station where little