BLACK ANGEL SERIES 1

By Christopher Loti
I see fire in her eyes
This black angel who looks human
She is of course human
Hard to understand but harder to ignore her beauty

I sense deception on her tongue
Her voice, emotional appealing and pleasing
She keeps lies under her tongue I know it
But why can’t I control myself?

Can you see her?
I wonder she even shows me a path to paradise!
But deep down I know she has come to end revelations with violence
Breaking the aorta of my weak heart heartlessly,
Choking my veins and putting their labour in vain

She is a beautiful creature
Look at her face
A conniving smile covering a set of horns
Diluting my substance of faith with twinkling eyes

I feel it when she comes close
Her heavy makeup
No pimples just dimples
She comes closer
she smiles
I feel like I should kiss her
What do you think?

For a second my lips shiver with fear
Tears start flowing down my cheeks
‘Be a man’ she speaks
This black angel how hypotonic her tongue is
She comes closer and wipes my tears
Removing all dots of my fears
Accumulated for the past two years

‘Better than the black angel I know
Than a white angel I know not’ I whisper to myself
I confidently lay my lips on her
Then my sensitive tissues on her

Oh my God! The demons in hell have been unchained for me
She lands a two edged sword on my chest
Once a man of faith, I watch my soul slowly evaporating

Now I am done with you, she says
I breathe briefly and then breathe no more.

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‘THIS POEM’- By Christopher E. Loti

This poem has no word

This poem has no message

This poem has no sound but makes silent shout

It has no poet but this poem has listeners, readers

admirers and haters

This poem is worthless

It has no rules, no structure,

boosts of no metaphors,

Alliteration, assonance and rhymes

But this poem talks about times

 

This poem has no life

But has sense of sight

So, take care because this poem is reading your mind

This poem shall be recited from a distance

Veiling from humanity,

 With too much mucus in brain

But this poem

Makes violent silence to political even

 religious pirates

This poem is about episodes and monuments of the past

Illusion of freedom, free from domination

Unfair pollination

This poem talks about shackles left burning our skins

About greedy eyes, blue skies

Wine from grape vines

Warm blooded veins

Children howling for apples

But given lemons

Souls sold to demons

 

This poem is about humanity at stake

About burning hatred, wars

Authored by nobles going insane

Cold war-America, Russia

This poem shall mention names, dangerous names like

Al-Qaeda. Al-Shabaab, Boko Haram, Hamas, Hezbolla, XY Brotherhood, Talibans, ISIL

Butchering people in the name of religion

 

This poem will not speak your language

This poem is a dangerous UFO with incomprehensible lexicon

Will not use weapons as logic of apprehension

Or wear bolster to accentuate its height of comprehension

 

 

This poem is not like the master pieces in literature

Beautiful pieces like those of Aristotle, Socrates, Plato, Shakespeare, Wole Soyinka, Nkrumah, Chinua Achebe, Ngugi Wa Thiong’o, Mariama Ba, Buchi Emecheta,

 

But shall speak of diluted African culture

Women in men’s clothing, men in women’s clothing

John can marry John and Mary can marry Mary,

 Defilement of creation

Immorality in walls of the globe

 

This poem shall talk about Africa’s lost virginity

Stripped off naked and paraded as a prisoner

bedded by many

Whitewashed, brainwashed

Now detained in cages of their metropolitans

My Africa. Rise, surrender not the fight!

 

This poem shall mention names of freedom writers

Dangerous writers like Mutabaruka, Malewezi Q, Simwinga, Kumbu Mulenga, Guido Kanzunguzay, Pius Nyondo, Jededaya Rise; too numerous to mention in number and size

 

This poem shall be hated by those who hate this poem

This poem is putting too much staff in one poem

Too much in brain

But never stop reading

Never stop listening

Because this poem has not yet ended

It is resting here for a moment.

-Inspired by Mutabaruka’s ‘Dis Poem’-

FLOWERS – By Christopher E. Loti

We’ve seen flowers

Of all colours

Flowers that are bright

Flowers, blue and nice

Flowers that invite bees

Flowers that kiss breeze

Beautiful flowers

Flowers are different

Some hold strong firmament

This flower radiates fragrance of scent

Opens its petals for my sake

Kindles my heart

Knows not the word ‘hurt’

Passionate and loving flower

Beware of phony flowers

Which pretend to fulfill heart desires

Flowers with uncircumcised petals

Blooming flowers

With smouldering pollen

Burning anther and stigma

Unforgiving flowers

In turmoil; fighting with hard lines

Opening mystery drawers

Where they hide concoction

Poisoning your soul without remorse

Macabre flowers

OGRES- By Christopher E. Loti

Again

Pain or gain?

Ogres roaming around

Waiting for time, their turn

Brain-racking time,

Nerves growing insane

Awful mutants staring at me

Hovering in my shadow of fear

Ogres confronting me everyday

Blocking every possible way

Licking their lips with total ecstasy

Expecting my word in return

I’ve sudden thought this time

Creep out and catch one monster

To settle my troubled soul free

Alas! They all scuttle into lairs

RESTORATION By Christopher Loti

RESTORATION

By Christopher Loti.

My future fell on the ground
Covered in soil, mixed with sand
Foot of terror trampled on my dreams
Stony hearts couldn’t listen to my screams
Bones were frail, exhausted
Marrows so hollow, infected
Deep wounds exposed, never protected
Fear engulfed my tissues
Brain, no strength to crack my issues
Fear travelled through aorta and through veins
The left and right atrium was surrounded by chains
Strange heart beats pounded my chest
So many attempts to invite cardiac arrest
Horrific shouts with bilabials closed
Emotions at the edge of melting
Giving up my dreams was the only option
Intermission
My heart pumps blood from one chamber to another
It then whispers “No my son”
Keep on trying and trying
Never quit never stop trying
Never give up, keep on trying
Follow excellence, never stop fighting
Your shame will one day see you flying
Wipe out those tears, stop crying

My hand then arrives where it was hiding
Helps pick the fallen future from the ground
The two hands clean my future and make me feel proud

RESTORATION By Christopher Loti

My future fell on the ground
Covered in soil, mixed with sand
Foot of terror trampled on my dreams
Stony hearts couldn’t listen to my screams
Bones were frail, exhausted
Marrows so hollow, infected
Deep wounds exposed, never protected
Fear engulfed my tissues
Brain, no strength to crack my issues
Fear travelled through aorta and through veins
The left and right atrium was surrounded by chains
Strange heart beats pounded my chest
So many attempts to invite cardiac arrest
Horrific shouts with bilabials closed
Emotions at the edge of melting
Giving up my dreams was the only option
Intermission
My heart pumps blood from one chamber to another
It then whispers “No my son”
Keep on trying and trying
Never quit never stop trying
Never give up, keep on trying
Follow excellence, never stop fighting
Your shame will one day see you flying
Wipe out those tears, stop crying

My hand then arrives where it was hiding
Helps pick the fallen future from the ground
The two hands clean my future and make me feel proud

CHANGE

In my time desperate for need
Bruised, recycled and reused
Booed, screwed and refused
I went on the mirror
With the full hope
That the one I will see there
Will give me answers
I looked in the mirror
I saw him
And he saw me too
When I frowned
He frowned back
In my mind I thought
‘It’s you who has destroyed my life’
I began yelling at him
Life is harder, not what it seemed!
Life is tougher, not what I dreamed!
Two roads in life; right and wrong one!
See how wrong one in my life has done!
You lied to me
To travel the road more travelled by
Suppressing the truth and eating a lie
I am never free
Change my life!

As I yelled, he yelled back
I realized
The one on the mirror was me
It’s me who needed to change

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You will never know what is pulling you behind until you discover that it is yourself

AN IDLE MIND

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By: Harry Silence Magwali
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Gwedula gazed to the west, north, south and finally to the eastern direction where the famous village of Dzimbiri innocently laid. He saw two sky-scraping mountains which deceived his poor eyes. It seemed that these mountains and the impregnated dark clouds in the sky expected to burst into a heavy down pour were in direct contact. That had even no space for a needle to penetrate. Though this scenery portrayed that Dzimbili village was at infinity to where he stood but it never weakened his heart and mind which was half full with questions of no answers. He made up his mind and embarked on the journey to the new country of Malomo where his future and riches dwelt.
Gwedula was a tall slender lad whose life was in deeper wounds of poverty beyond the line. Even his relatives and the lice stood aloof. He struggled with life the poor soul. His heart kept on piercing with a sharp needle upon seeing his colleagues changing their life destiny through numerous businesses which they ventured in. He convinced himself that life was a bed of roses to his friends of the same leaf in their village, as they drove and own posh cars of different make up. The worst thing, summing up to his already broken heart was, even extremely gorgeous ladies in the village treated him with cold shoulders when he confronted and requested them a hand in marriage.
“Who deceived you to throw a love word to me? What will l eat? Look at yourself; see the punches on your trouser as if you are a Kapoli. That is the name of the traditional dance in Dowa district, popularly known as Gule wamkulu in our mother`s tongue,” vomited the flames of fire Nasha. She said this while her index figure pointing to Gwedula`s rags tied with a wool from the maize sack. This happened when Gwedula empted his throat by proposing to his dream better half Nasha. Nasha`s response aggravated his already troubled mind. He was under panic indeed as each day things were turning from worse to worst.
This other day while sitting on the veranda of his hut he reminisces about the events that happened the previous day. He then came to his feet as if the needle has pierced him on his buttocks. A couple of minutes elapsed while standing there as a statue. In his day dreaming, he saw Nasha receding and vanishing from his sight. He pondered deeper in his mind to extract and come up with a long lasting solution to the predicaments that rocked his life. He at first decided to confront his friend and ask him for a help, but reversed the decision later to save his face. His problems and poverty were the source of thorn in his flesh. Long at last he swallowed his pride and embarked on the journey to solicit the views from his friend who also happened to be his desk mate at primary school. He m with joy and did not beat about the bush as he just hit the head of the nail back. He tol et Zikuwo his friend who was in the class of his own the whole village. Zikuwo welcomed the news d him that his riches were the product of hard work as well as proper expenditure of the little he earns from his business. Zikuwo`s response did not please him because he expected his friend to give him a traditional medicine. He thought that proper routes were only the waist of time. He wanted to square the circle within two days. He then ran quickly to his computer memory data base and remembered the news he heard a unit of years ago. That in Malomo there was a witch doctor who claimed to have powerful medicine. A medicine that can change the destiny of a person to brush shoulders with the famous British prime ministers Bill and Clinton. This time he become optimistic and strongly convinced that all will be the song of the past if that witch doctor was still alive.
The following day Gwedula catches the Cock`s mouth in a long and tiresome journey to the hilly nation of Malomo. He killed the ants day and night for three days. He then reached the foreign land in a state that the stomach and the back were in close contact as he walked with an empty stomach. He had no even a penny to buy something to play with in his mouth.
In the nick of time he found himself with Ndobwe who was fame as the death of the president. Gwedula was this time astounded to learn that though Ndobwe was well known for making people rich but was as poor as rat dwelling in stores full of nails. He couldn’t believe what his eyes were telling him. They talked with each other for a reasonable time and in the end Ndobwe handed over a huge and tied heap of small sticks to him. “Use this medicine when bathing for only two days each and every night. Then go around the grave yard thrice while in your bath suit ’naked’.” The witch doctor advised him while pulling the tied heap against each other. In strongest terms he told Gwedula not to let any one see him running around the grave yard as it was against the spirits.
Gwedula soldiered on the way back home with hope that in no time he will be the millionaire. Upon reaching home every instruction was followed as he waited with bated breath new seasons of life. The very first day when he started running around the grave yard, he heard a commotion. People in the village were chasing a thief who wanted to steal ducks. He ran inside the grave yard and hides at the tomb of his grandfather for fear of broking the instructions given and to bear the consequences as well.
Unfortunately the thief sneaked through the same grave yard too. The mobs were craver too and wanted the thief caught and brought to book. They too find their way into the yard in search of the beast at that particular time of the night. “I have found him here but he had stripped off his clothes for fear of being recognized,” yelled one of the chasers. In no time Gwedula became mad right away besides his grandfather`s tomb. Indeed an idle mind is the devil`s workshop.

The author of this short story is a BSC (Education) student at Mzuzu University and a best friend to Christopher Loti.

(Mighty Pen Creative Works)
2013 production!!!!!!!!!!!!!