Once upon a time

Once upon a time
A nostalgic ending

Hie, it tastes like nostalgia
Only bitter
Are you alright?
And hunger was a giant Hanging people by the neck…
But what the hack
They don't show this shit on TV
But it don't stop the memories from coming back

Once upon a time
Babies, were
Heartlessly ripped from their mothers’ arms,
Held by fragile ankles,
Dangled up in the air like a vendor would declare
"Onions for sale, by two for the price of three and get one mahala free"

Once upon a time, my teacher told me bout genocide "vote for the opposing party,  vote for genocidal intention..."

Once upon a time,
I was a millionaire, billionaire....wait!
WE WERE TRILLIONAIRES in a country that couldn't afford a decent piece of sleep, what, did you think I was going to say, sox?
We wore the sox vana mukoma robbed from the cemeteries,  I knew the black jacket belonged to baba va Tiri who died in the market,  robbed for a bottle of cascade.
They had buried it with him and vana mukoma made a profit from reselling his casket

Once upon a time, all the shops were empty,  what's the point of calling an empty shop a shop when there's nothing you can shop for but just hope for three loaves of bread to stock in your deep freezer and avoid the five hour long queues

Queues
These where the days of unending queues, sugar queues,  petrol queues,  bread queues. Only to be told you're in the wrong queue as if you're a poor beggar applying for a loan.

In hunger we were never alone
Thanks to the mothers who invented jolly juice to sweeten our bread

2008 was a miraculous year
We never heard of miracle money or miracles anywhere
The only miracles we had were the mathematical abilities of vana mukoma
"Bring your money sisi, rate via 1-10 simple proportion"
"Haa bhudhi are you going to rip me off my us dollars? "
"Never sisi, tisu vanhu vacho,  high rate high rate pano"

2008 was a year of
Emotional scars,
That shed red tears,
Fed empty families,
And weaned all our cheers

Our ancestors were our enemies
Post traumatic stress
Out rhythm and blues
Tears our remedies
We were stuck without a clue
We stuck in a god damn queue
Hungary and disease
One way Africa
Then there were those who found something
death by cholera

Anyway I go in this world
They will look at me and see something worth recognition
We are the boys with blood so strong it was made for us
We are the boys with the post traumatic jungle fever and stolen signs
We are Zimbabweans
They symbol of strength even when we are down
The sound of hope even when we are silent
So if ever you meet a Zimbabwean and mistake him for weakness

Look around

ZIMBABWE IS A NATION OF surprise

We may not fight
But we will always survive

Prince_Rayanne