NDABA SIBAND

NDABA SIBAND


Mlungisi`S Whereabouts

Mlungisi was a fixer
A mender of wounds
A repairer of hope and love
His village`s renovator and mentor
They called him a corrector and an actor

Mlungisi`s last known artwork was a mirror
Held up to the landscape of his deprived village
It was a looking glass held up to their society too
Mlungisi was an acute chronicler of world crises
In a world of greed, Mlungisi preached altruism

In a world gripped by the uncertainty of climate change
He propounded a bold trajectory, a climate revolution
A world rescued from burning rainforests and melting ice
A world salvaged from carbon emissions, from dirty fossils
By an investment in clean energy, green technology and jobs

But Mlungisi`s whereabouts are unknown to his rustic admirers
It has been months since he vanished from his run-down village
Village dwellers are restless for he used to visit the sick in hospital
And console them regardless of whether he knew them or not
Mlungisi`s plays corrected and converted rascals into humans too








Enchanted And Eloped

she was short and slender
her voice vivid and tender

it beamed an invisible smile
infectious even from a mile

she was a blessing to her patients
as she treated them like her parents

she told them high blood was manageable
with diet and lifestyle changes—all was doable

one day one foreign suitor charmed away the adorable
the one doctor whose services  poor elders found invaluable








Not From An Empty One

Musa thought: there has never been a better time
to let people eat out of my hand, and tried to sing
her heart out, but her voice betrayed her horribly
as it trailed off in a discordant ,disappointing fashion
all because she had not had a bite since morning--
she paused and pondered and recalled that even
talented songstresses  of this world could not pour
from an empty cup in a desert or in a competition.







Our Dreams
No Longer Dance Across The Sky

You cannot be too high
I`m speaking directly to you Sky
You need to change for the better
Climate Change, right now, I`m bitter!

Sing me a song of a river that will dance with belief
Sing me a song that will bustle with a sea of relief
And extinguish our miseries of dryness and drought
Our beasts are dying, our crops wilting, where is delight?
Sing me a song of a sky that won`t be too high for a downpour
Our land now is bereft of grain, but sing of a rain that will soon pour
Our dear landscape has become a playground for a merciless heatwave
Climate Change, you`re cruel & crude, a furnace that hasn’t come to save
Your palms are unappealing, unpolished, unprecedented and unpredictable
Sheep perish without a baa and clang; clang you ring your bell that is terrible!






We Are Not An Error
But The Idioms Of Our Era

We are the idioms of our time, a huge cabinet
We belong together, to this earth, this planet

Why do we thrive in muddle and destruction?
Walk in the ravines of unease and corruption?

Like words whose meanings cannot be found
From the literal or dictionaries that are sound

Let us be the proverbs: our lives are short
Let no hate thrive or live or receive support

Lessons on climate change need to be inferred
From wise sayings, actions or so advised a nerd


NDABA SIBAND


A 2018 Pushcart nominee, Sibanda contributed in A Walk With Nature: Poetic Encounters that Nourish the Soul.  Ndaba`s poems have been widely anthologised. Sibanda is the author of The Gushongu Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence, The Way Forward, The Ndaba Jamela Collections and Poetry Pharmacy. His work is featured in The Anthology House, in The New Shoots Anthology, and in The Van Gogh Anthology, and A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections. Some of Ndaba`s works are found or forthcoming in  Page & Spine,  Peeking Cat, Piker Press , SCARLET LEAF REVIEW , Universidad Complutense de Madrid, the Pangolin Review, Kalahari Review ,Botsotso, The Ofi Press Magazine, Hawaii Pacific Review, Deltona Howl, The song is, Indian Review, Eunoia Review, JONAH magazine, Saraba Magazine, Poetry Potion, Saraba Magazine,  The Borfski Press, Snippets, East Coast Literary Review, Random Poem Tree, festival-of-language and Whispering Prairie Press.






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