A Man Called David Mungoshi
My curiosity set out to find a man so praised.
Will they cry for us when we are gone?
Will they long for our presence and ponder our words after
our souls depart
Who am I that I should know such a man as you –
overflowing in wisdom – a rich spring of restorative lyric
you have wandered ground I am yet to tread.
My youthfulness know nothing of the places you have scribed
and lived.
A papyrus painting – a scripted paradise that brings respite in
death and bloodshed
I know you now,
Perhaps I always have.
What does it however matter – what matters, is that I can
easily find you,
to talk about time passing, and not wasting a single
moment
Like you I too will
wait patiently on that ship that carries my bounty of riches
And nurse very
carefully the flickers of hope in my heart
I will reach for you through the glassy visions of the river
that cleanses the soul from shards of war
At that haven where I can “dream what I will”
The refuge where my “dreams
will flow into cupped palms”,
where poetry is but a particle of the streams that flow
through our mental webs.
I shall meet you at that river David Mungoshi,
Where we shall speak, about this diaspore carried by the
wind,
laugh, and toss about this tumbleweed called life.
© Jambiya kai
Lines in italics are from David Mungoshi’s, The River and Time Going By
David Mungoshi is Zimbabwean novelist - known for penning books such as The Fading Sun, Stains on the Wall, Broken Dream and various anthologies which include Live Like an Artist and three poems in Zimbolicious Poetry, among others.
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