I saw my friend’s future just now—
A Doctor of Laws trapped
In the luxury of a maroon Range Rover
They promised,
To send back to Europe
Because the point was to serve and not to spend
Yet did little to stop its coming
Because ours is a country
Where the taxes of the soon to be 18 million
Must be spent in defence of Justice
Also by this poet:
The Old Chief is a millennial who fell in love with reading when his mother bought him Charles Mungoshi’s collection entitled, Stories from a Shona Childhood from Kingston’s when the bookshop was at the University of Zimbabwe. His first poem from the heart came after he read a creative work about Shaka Zulu from which he only retains in his mind the first two lines. He has two degrees in English and spends his days dreaming of farming and teaching English. He hopes to one day publish a short story (currently stored on his phone) so he can go on a date with its inspiration.