Howling Winds and Blue Tears
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When Forward sent me the manuscript of this collection of his poetry, he had this to say in the cover note of his email: "I started writing poetry for fun when I was at Makumbi Secondary School (Chinamhora) and continued so into my adult life. The few family members and friends who have read my works insist on publication." This immediately struck me as words from a writer who wrote his poetry not only for fun, but for putting his feelings, perceptions, and observations on paper for his own personal reasons. His objective had never been to publish his works for sharing with the outside world. And it only took a lot of persuasion for him to finally consent to publishing, way into his fifties.
Reading through this collection, one feels a characteristic tone and emotion running through all the pages. The poet pours out his inner feelings in such a way that one cannot doubt that he is closed in his own world, diving deep down with no concern of the opinions of the outside world. While this can partly explain the reluctance to publish his works, this also gives the poetry some crucial, positive element: sincerity.
While sincerity runs through the poems, the collection offers a broad range of themes. That range is the hallmark of an observant eye, an eye that sees the beautiful and the ugly in all the aspects of life. The poet even handles some issues which may be uncomfortable to some people. As he says:
Many hate their truth bared
So many settle for truth barred (Poem: "Mirror the Faithful.")
That's precisely what good, genuine poetry should be like. As the old saying goes, "Art is a mirror of society/of life." While the truth can be painful, it is always to the disadvantage of society when many settle for their truth to be barred. And yet the poet, the mirror of society, should not and must not abandon his duty. Hence, Forward pleads with the mirror in the closing lines of the above cited poem:
"Would you blush your penchant for truth
Dear Mirror?"
But one has to bear in mind that there always are howling winds out there, winds that blow both the good and the bad. The poet says:
"Have you ever stood in the wind
Howling winds hit your face
Till your tears are blue
The critic has greater licence
The poet shredded in silence"
This collection is testimony that a poet who has strong and deep roots will not be "shredded in silence", no matter how hard the howling winds hit.
Many words of gratitude are due to those who cajoled Forward to take another step forward with his writing. It would have been a massive miscarriage if these poems had remained in the poet's closet. This hidden talent, now unveiled, is another milestone in the Zimbabwean poetry landscape.
Chirikure Chirikure
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Howling Winds and Blue Tears - Forward H Makwavarara
The Crocodile Cries
Hard coated armoured back
Crafted to impervious defence
Canines menacing a snout to flinch
The cruel grip and death roll
Sluggish on dry land
Most menacing in deep waters
Who would love the crocodile?
I have heard of crocodile tears
The crocodile has no heart
What's in the water is fair game
Man hunts: his survival instincts
Do hunters have hearts I wonder?
Cut off and exiled under water
Who has lived in this habitat?
Who knows the pain of the crocodile?
Who knows it's loss?
Who cares when it cries?
When the crocodile cries
The waters wash it’s tears away
Never to be seen by man's eye
Never has its pain been recorded
A truth is truth when there is testimony
Who testifies for the crocodile
Having no tongue to command words
Ostracised by man and beast
The lioness roars for her cubs
Who notices when the crocodile cries?
When a crocodile cries
It cries alone
The Land Cries
Her face awash with salt
It drained from eye fountains
And the fountains dried up
What drought ever was
When even the tears dry up
And that not only keen pain
Hearts torn up like old rags
Decomposing in murky despair
No needle and thread can mend
The tears of tattered heart fabric
Whose dream and hope is stolen
With tall stories and oratory
The tears ran dry on my face
The tears are deep and festering
Soon it will be only rot left
A country gone to barking dogs
Behind me baying bloodhounds
Pray winds blow in from behind
The hounds may lose my scent
Howling winds hasten escape
Blue tears of tattered heart
Cry the beloved country
This tear watered graveyard
Lament land of my heritage
Even my throat is parched
Proverbial betrayal - treachery
Tear me and shred me
Tears will not drown me
I am not dead yet
A Friend is Made
My friend, great man he is
A great hunter on good measure
In the day of his forays
Much meat he brings home
Calls me, neighbour, come eat
Make merry, drink the love of me
And I have a brother; wealthy Christian
Humble man I vouch for his heart
Bought he a suit and one for me
On Sabbath days am minded not to cook
His table flows drink and delicacy
He is better than drunken hunter?
No and No my children
You, have no friends such ostentation
To show you their bounty for your lack
A friend takes you to the hunt for spoil
A friend teaches the catching of fish
That his bounty is multiplied in yours
They which call you to after success party
Call your empty hands to more want
From such shy and find your means
And call a friend to go find his in your way
Then you shall have a friend
Who will supply your day of want
A friend, children, is the one made
That will feed you wisdom and off you
A friend will find you and teach you ropes
Bees have stingers but are kept
There's a way honey is made
Beekeepers eat of the sweet nectar
Good counsel is before the laughter
Such is before the wine is contemplated
Often followed of sweat and tears
Bad counsel brings rowdy pomposity
Often over the downing of the wine
Follow blood and tears; the death of it!
Asking for Time
Give me time you say
What is mine for giving
Not a mite would I withhold
How do I harness the brute
This rough shod smoothness
It's indifferent grind
Yet you ask me for time
Who is Me that should give time
Delay my justice deny my justice
Is it just that you ask such performance
Weigh me in your scales
Condemn me infirm beast
For such want is me
None my possession can't give
Aimless trudging and plod
Not knowing what you asked
You take time leaving me what?
Giving that you can't return
It's a waste and waste
Look my lost flesh
Only skin my hope
What is borrowed hope?
Clinging to shadows of sunset
Tomorrow might not come
Where would joy be born
For time given away today
Oblivion makes dark throne
Don't ask it of me
In usurpation would I grant
Was it frivolous presumption
That commits to such delivery
Did you hear yet?
I don't have time!
Drunk Behemoths
A moth came by the other day
As many moths have often done
And I had me a fire going
As it was night surrounding
And you know about moths
How they love landing on light
And this moth was drunk
So I called it beer-moth
And it's confidence compelling
So it thought of itself so big
And christened itself such
So named self; Behemoth
A beer-moth is no behemoth
A lesson learnt in flames of fire
Wings aflame a sure demise
Please moths don't come near
My fire is mine to tend
I would share but not with moths
I have me a fire so warm and hot
Her fuel the love I give full
Her reserve full and unquenchable
The twelve wells are in my heart
One every season the fire will burn
No its not for moths to love
I purposed it and fan a flame
What's her oil that she glows
Dispelling the dark shadows around
I carry the light season and out
And not moth nor mite I fear
Moths and beer-moths your peril
A Day in Years
The days make our lives
So we live them one a