Sibanda is the author of Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing and Football of Fools. Ndaba Sibanda`s 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. A Tribute To The VoiceIn Yenagoa a craftsman was born His was a career that flourished And flew beyond Nigerian literature In 1964 the world woke up to The Voice A voice, thundery in imagery and breadth It rained a profusion of artistry and insight In verse it soon sounded, stirred and starred In 1979 The Fishermen`s Invocation caught The eye of the Commonwealth Poetry Prize Even today it thunders with a great fondness Its charm and allure transcends tongues & ages His Piano and Drums are still relevant as if recent In poetry and prose his voice is an authority, a beauty For the voices of literary lions roar and radiate into infinity Gabriel Imomotimi Gbainbain Okara, rest in literary prosperity In The Heart Of Glory And Gladness Have you ever had the pleasure of observing the behavior of the wild—the elephants-- in their natural habitat? A lumbering spectacle! Have you ever had a desire to hang out with guys like the turtle? Chatting with her, taking her to lunch-- perhaps, feeding and cleaning her. That would be great! Perhaps dear turtle would start to open up a bit. Thanks for the wonderful meal and bath. Please, please protect me from predators. My hatching grounds need to be secure. Picture yourself in the core of the grassland, in the majesty of the Victory Falls, wow!-- graced by the presence of the big 5: the rhino, elephants, lions, leopards, buffalo; hands dirty & caring! Lessons Of Love UnlearnedWith a heart loaded with love She leapt into the nuptial waters And whirled as if unlearning to learn Habits of drowning in spidery chitchats That came in several sizes, colors and flavors--- Brown-sugar or fine- salt-begging pleasantries And discovered lessons unlearned about love And the depths and dimensions of nuptial pools Teachings whose basis for progress was positivity Persistence, proof-- not the whispers of the buzzing bees The Good Shepherd And His SheepThey sang and shouted with joy as he paced about, whispering of godliness Suddenly he raised his voice and approached a young lady Whose red-painted lips gleamed with loveliness and chubbiness He then declared: I see you demon Leave her lips, I will suck you out! His ‘holy’ ones landed on her red ones He groaned as the congregants shouted ‘amen’ Holy Saints! Maybe that demon was stubborn For their mouths merged madly till sunset! Breathlessly he declared victory but added: See me later to free you of the last slimy remnants of that monster! How could he not be pleased with his powers? He who helped the ‘heavy-laden’ and ‘barren’ conceive! After the labial drama, the pleased Prophet ordered his sheep to venture into greener pastures There the congregants tucked into dishes of snakes-- including a menu of stones and flowers and grass They washed down the above with purple petrol The pleased pastor flashed a batch of flashy cards “Tickets to Heaven, economy five hundred dollars First class… just eight hundred dollars” They snapped them up, and screamed for more, Then the Prophet had a vision: an extra lot coming. So he paced about, spraying them with a cute chemical-- An insect repellant, maybe a perfume? The dizzy, desperate crowd couldn’t have cared less. What effects would all that drinking and eating have? Faithfully and obediently they swallowed his poison. Swiftly dropping to the floor, praising him with their last. When Queen Had Prince Going CrackedShe pronounced: you’re mine, mine
Prince was about to go lyrical too- Or is it speak in love tongues? --and say: From the very crown of my head, Queen, To the sole of my feet; I’m thine, thine! My breath, width and length your oxygen! When Queen said medically speaking, He was lost and needed to be found! But Queen was like the torrential rains: Your range of qualities and purposes Is simply too impressive to mention You`re my natural roll-on and mint It was like a song, but she was on song She killed it like a soulful gushing guitar Prince was beginning to feel and think Perhaps love had just found him there! His heart was wowed, pushed to the edge Maybe that`s where she wanted him to be! Queen`s artistry had him salivating silly My evergreen herb which pesters pests Oh…I adore your medicinal, culinary And ornamental properties and uses He deduced he was her specialist doctor Or her protector and all-oh hurrah to him! Counting himself lucky, he tailed her She recited: we`re in each other's heart You`re my therapeutic, aromatic dearest My incense with rare antibacterial qualities You help me treat my high blood pressure, You boost my immunity, my space, my mood You treat acme, my natural cough remedy You embalm my heart with love, my melody You`re an air repellant that kicks off mold Plus mosquitoes and mice, that`s an amen! Prince was convinced mold meant silly men! When his arms were itching to hug her--- His heart bursting to empty its embers--- His eyes ululating, dancing on her face--- His ears longing for more of her words--- She paused, and then he shrunk and froze Upon hearing her state: Thyme repel him!!
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