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Gwembe Valley
Valley of the living
Valley of the dead
You call me back to my roots
Here, I can pause & look
I see
I see my people
I see me
Who am I?
I am a part of Gwembe
Like a piece of diamond
I am disintegrated to the world
I can sing your song
Tell the world Gwembe lives
That you exude a mysterious beauty
A great majestic art
Slopes & gorges define thine art
Thine majesty is grandiose in the truest of forms!
Your odds – the antidote to life
Molded the art of life for your inhabitants
Wisdom you manifested unto those who sought
And they overcame thine brutal nature
Cultivated thee instead
Thriving on the edge of life
With laughter &
Joy
Death – you were spared not
Death by the tsetse fly
& life encapsulated
A habitant for all life
God's own creation!
Home to the Indigenous tribe
generation after generation
that was,
is
and to come!
Gwembe undisturbed
Gwembe in its truest form
Cradle of life!
Saliya’s Calabashes
From tiny-hardened seeds
She sowed
And through a rainy season,
watched them Sprout and blossom
Through the hot season
its shell naturally enameled
So strong no force of nature can destroy
The insides
she curved and dug out
Its hollow shell
used for all that life gives
To plenish the hungry and needs of man
A tool to preserve the perishables
A gift from nature
The Calabash of Life – Saliya’s Nongos (Calabashes)