NDABA SIBANDA - POEMS
Ndaba has contributed to the following anthologies: Its Time, Poems For Haiti- a South African anthology, Snippets ,Voices For Peace and Black Communion. Heedited Free Fall (2017). The recipient of a Starry Night ART School scholarship in 2015, Sibanda is the author of Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing,Of the Saliva and the Tongue, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth and Football of Fools. His work is featured in The New Shoots Anthology,The Van Gogh Anthology edited by Catfish McDaris and Dr. Marc Pietrzykowski, Eternal Snow, A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections with Himalayan Poet Yuyutsu RD Sharma scheduled for publication in Spring/Summer 2017 by Nirala Press and Seeing Beyond the Surface Volume II. Sibanda has contributed to more than thirty published books.
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An Ability That Shines Like Gold
Thanks to a creative German doctor
who initiated a sports contest in 1948
for Second World War combatants
who had injuries to their backbones,
one of the largest global sports events
roared into life, and since then it takes place
every two years alongside the Olympic Games.
The Paralympic Games is an event at which great athletes
fly their national flags high as they exhibit their sublime skills
at their best sport in spite of a common thread marked by a disability.
When Paralympians compete in swimming and rowing events in the water
or on the track in wheelchair- racing and on blades, or in wheelchair basketball,
and rugby on a court or in skiing on mountain slopes and cycling in the velodrome-
what the spectators marvel at is pure world-class sportsmanship and individual ability!
Of Pure Pressure And Pure Pleasure
The heart and blood
of untainted beauty
for low blood pressure
The sight is the rate that
sings songs of wonder
Exciting fear`s prompted
into the heart and spine
to the zone of adventure
Venture into a bungee jump
and experience a real life
Make a majestic fall into the Falls,
grace the adventure capital of Africa
For there`s victory for the adrenalin
in the exquisiteness of the Victoria Falls!
Wringing And Scheming Hearts
it was a rather frosty Wednesday morning
ten-ish ,her moves had a sluggish touch to them
vacuuming, humming, tidying up the living room
the least thing she expected was a serpent
there it was
long, lazy, gliding on the floor, at the wall`s edge
“sekaNe, a snake, under the sofa!” she yelled
he lept up
and made several nervous attempts at slicing up
the risky reptile but it kept on slithering away
when the intruder was finally chopped apart
with a block from a disused wooden room divider
and ferried lifeless in a yellow plastic bag and dumped
in a grassy and bushy area of the suburb, echoes started
they bare happiness and smiles when you buy those things
but I know deep inside them their hearts are bleeding spite
how does a snake enter a closed room and hide under a sofa
on a tiled and cold floor, and when did it enter?—“aunt” doubted
one theorist guessed the intruder could have entered the room
earlier during the day or during the evening when the door was open
that neighbor who called herself a real realist and the wife`s real aunt
(by the way, everyone is everybody `relative in the high-density suburbs!)
was not convinced by the theorist `s assumptions surrounding the snake saga
how does a snake enter a room without anybody seeing it, is this a snake really?
the theorist said he was not an expert in the affairs and behaviors of snakes
but he knew that a snake could sense and follow the presence of rodents
the man of the house expressed his doubts saying he was shocked
the next day to discover that the bag was no longer at the dumpsite!
that was not a mere snake, forget about open or closed doors,
the owner of that snaky trinket must have fetched it, “aunt” said
Stha`s Chosen Dilemma
Stha says you expect me to be your lover
And keep you company, keep you happy.
But you treat me like a collapsible chair!
A chair you slump onto when there`s no softer one.
I want you to hold me in public every time –
not just when you’re tired of her
or when she’s not around
and you tiptoe to me.
Like a camp chair, you collapse me into everything:
cousin, neighbor, school mate, study mate, even spiritual sister –
depending on who we bump and where.
But when I tell other people we are chameleons,
they have no sympathy for me;
they don`t see why I cannot keep you out my life.
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