Poems by Ndaba Sibanda (Zimbabwe)

Published in The Ofi Press issue 49 

House Number 12 Foot Street

With the informer`s tiny paper

In hand she wondered whether

It was a good idea to prove it all

She recalled the adage that says:

If one climbs up some mountain

In search of baboons one should

Not be shell-shocked to see them

She walked along the winding path

As if she had accepted its bends and gall

When she arrived at House Number 12 FS

She stormed into the kitchen and then bedroom

There he was ...having some little delicious breakfast

It galled her to see that the snatcher was below her class

Lost for words…a fearless fire consumed her heart and head

Errant Cat

Upon catching the cat out

Madly mewing and lapping

On the stolen milk in an exotic jar

Do you lunge for the misguided cat?

Is there a catharsis in strangling it wildly?

Would you lose your mind and sleep over it?