Joyce Chigiya (Mrs) https://ipikai.org/author/joycechigiya/ The Story of Zimbabwe in Poetry Sun, 24 Apr 2022 10:17:00 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.8.3 https://i0.wp.com/ipikai.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/cropped-ipikai-favicon.png?fit=32%2C32&ssl=1 Joyce Chigiya (Mrs) https://ipikai.org/author/joycechigiya/ 32 32 200483121 Moving https://ipikai.org/issue-1/moving/ Wed, 20 Apr 2022 11:59:32 +0000 https://ipikai.org/?p=298 I stareat the “last night in this place”it stares straight back through corrupted glassestransparency is a lost causeof fingerings and other prints. A copy of Ngugi, almost forgottenon a shelf, dust on its ‘Petals…’*, conjurespluck in its solitude of the old womanthe rare breed who raised her long skirtwell above her short white-haired headand “shat… Read More »Moving

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]]> 298 Stuck in the “missing home” loop https://ipikai.org/issue-1/stuck-in-the-missing-home-loop/ Wed, 20 Apr 2022 11:55:45 +0000 https://ipikai.org/?p=296 The man sits on a hard rock in numbnesscontent to be just an unsung piece of heavy metalnot dissimilar to the inscrutable Mona Lisaof the renowned enigma and all that jazzonly he can add a third dimension to the art surreal headbanging alloy through my eye’s corneryet when I seek, he hides in nudity, head… Read More »Stuck in the “missing home” loop

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]]> 296 Hands Down https://ipikai.org/issue-1/hands-down/ Wed, 20 Apr 2022 11:53:33 +0000 https://ipikai.org/?p=294 Train travel evoked memories of our days at the brook:We created bubbles on those warm spring morningsThe soap was green, the scent, alluringAnd so too were the grass tufts growing closeTo patches of pastures that would roll past It tickled our feet like the section that coupled carriagesFirst rung of the escalator, we wanted to… Read More »Hands Down

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