Cry African Girl

Up in the azure sky shoots the sun's rays
The sun with its mellow rays
Rises to meet another day, another promise
To me its not yet any hope's ray
As more rays weigh down my tender shoulder
Which sag me a girl but only thirteen

Setting alight the fire in the young of morning
Sweeping the sheets of dust and dirt early morning
A beast of burden for firewood so I am bound
All those long distances I have to foot
A throbbing ever throbbing pain to my foot
Not to forget the baby clinging on my yonder back

The thorn infested forests
The meandering long walks to wells and boreholes
The back breaking dreary buckets of water
It's so tiresome my hear cries within me
It's so punishing my tears cascade like waterfalls
Sweet honey was my birth, sour girl is my life

All African girls
Cry for thy renaissance
The rape, torture, assault and victimisation
Our life an eerie furnace of denied paradise
A sad song of denied education
I am so weary. Oh weary, So weary
A breath for fresh air cometh not
Don't fall African girl up and fight
Yearn for another life
Another era

Poverty

Day in day out I am always suffering
No permanent place to sleep
Hunger, hunger my stomach complains
The mouth always dry
Bins are the sources of my food
Clothes are tattered and torn
When I cry for help , no one come to my rescue

Everyday I am always shouting
Begging in the city centre streets
Where the riches do their shopping
Sometimes I don't because of weakness and hunger
They always scold me and neglect me

I walk barefooted
My teeth always dirt
My hair scruffy
No toothpaste and soap available
I use water from public places

My fellows go to school
Whilst I am busy walking in the streets
My relatives denied me
I am an orphan
I have no one to care for me

When I seek help from churches
They say we have no money
Public places are the source of water
I hope one day in my life
God will rescue me
From this bondage of poverty

Echoes of Africa

Africa, Africa, Africa
Our beloved continent cries
Problems, troubles haunt the continent
This is the voice of the Africans

In Mozambique
Floods destroyed infrastructure
Outbreak of diseases haunt the nation
Roads and bridges are non-existent
Please help poor Mozambique

In Zimbabwe
We need investors
We want employment creators
Zimbabwe a country with resources
For those who need real investments

In South Africa
Thousands are dying weekly
We talk of AIDS daily
Orphans are increasing daily
We cry for God's mercy

In DRC
We talk of war
Peace agreements being breached
We cry for peace in Africa
Peace peace in DRC

In Kenya
We talk of hunger and starvation
Emanating from prolonged drought
Food resources are scarce
We really need urgent help
This is the voice of Africa

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Biography

My name is Handsen Chikowore and I ma a young man aged twenty three. I am a fourth born in my family. Both my mother and father died and so I am an orphan. I like writing poems so that when they are published I get little amount of money and this will raise my standards of living . I work in a bank as a clerk. I am still single. I live in the high density of the capital city of Harare called Glen-norah.