Mbonisi Zikhali https://ipikai.org/author/mbonisizikhali/ The Story of Zimbabwe in Poetry Thu, 22 Dec 2022 06:01:58 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 https://i0.wp.com/ipikai.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/cropped-ipikai-favicon.png?fit=32%2C32&ssl=1 Mbonisi Zikhali https://ipikai.org/author/mbonisizikhali/ 32 32 200483121 My Friday Passed Uneventfully, Thank God https://ipikai.org/issue-3/my-friday-passed-uneventfully-thank-god/ Mon, 19 Dec 2022 13:37:41 +0000 https://ipikai.org/?p=1366 I almost fell into the trap of a day that hated my hard-won sobriety.I told him no, not because I’m a snobBut because my life was almost robbed once of its reality.A relapse that dug up my corpse and crucified meagainst the cold surface all vices I had crossed off,leaving me prostrate in front of… Read More »My Friday Passed Uneventfully, Thank God

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]]> 1366 Thank God My Friday Was Not the 13th https://ipikai.org/issue-3/thank-god-my-friday-was-not-the-13th/ Mon, 19 Dec 2022 13:23:03 +0000 https://ipikai.org/?p=1364 Thank God my Friday was not the 13thBecause colonizers drink our blood on that dayWearing KKK hoods thinking it’s all good.My uncle drank himself to death on a FridayAnd I saw him turn over and over on top of the spit roast of his drunken fire. My grandfather also thought Friday is a day to… Read More »Thank God My Friday Was Not the 13th

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]]> 1364 The Children Fell in the Well https://ipikai.org/issue-2/the-children-fell-in-the-well/ Tue, 23 Aug 2022 21:47:05 +0000 https://ipikai.org/?p=922 Freefalling from wombs since birth,Spiraling wildly out of this unwinding ball of woolThat shivers at the feet of blind grandmothersand the same grip of horrors that peels their eyes at dawn,and stitches them back together again before sunrise The children fell in the well,And we threw in enough rope for them to hang themselves,And when… Read More »The Children Fell in the Well

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]]> 922 Rude Awakening Called Home  https://ipikai.org/issue-2/rude-awakening-called-home/ Tue, 23 Aug 2022 21:45:37 +0000 https://ipikai.org/?p=920 I am alarmed at the alienness of each morning.after a rude awakening called ‘home’,a location for so long unknownknives the characters in the script of my dreams,and silently exits the sceneafter its double-shift of planting screams. On such mornings,it is as if the side of the bed that life slides over,has a permanent blind sideand… Read More »Rude Awakening Called Home 

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]]> 920 The Tale of the Prodigal Son https://ipikai.org/issue-2/the-tale-of-the-prodigal-son/ Tue, 23 Aug 2022 21:44:13 +0000 https://ipikai.org/?p=918 Nobody dares tell the story,of the after partywhen the alcohol fades in familiar bloodand the prodigal son misses the pigs. Or the older brother who went apeshit the next day and clobbered him.Because his returned brother had robbed him of his tributeto the idol of his dad, which he’d carved taller than the unquestioning talethat… Read More »The Tale of the Prodigal Son

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]]> 918 There is War in Ukraine, Groetman! https://ipikai.org/issue-1/there-is-war-in-ukraine-groetman/ Wed, 20 Apr 2022 12:27:20 +0000 https://ipikai.org/?p=310 We talk about war like it is reality televisionAs if limbless children are artifacts hung on walls,Cut-out totem poles to adorn our pandemic-ridden living rooms,Whose sofas are now ticking time bombs,As we sit next to those with our surnamesLike visitors to the wrong grave. Slaughterhouses stretch their limbs disinterestedlyacross this maniacal yawn of a planet.… Read More »There is War in Ukraine, Groetman!

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