when the funeral wake finally subsides,
and the last mourners depart,
the crushing weight of solitude descends,
a harsh reminder that you are truly alone.
in the silence, your heart confesses
a secret wish for the vigil to linger,
for the presence of others
to deceive you into thinking you’re not alone.
When solitude arrives,
some try to drown it in gin or wine,
while others seek solace in the shadows
of tsikamutanda. some find comfort
in crowded church pews,
while others, alone, cry out to the maker.
some choose to indulge in different vices,
hoping to fill the void,
only to find themselves lost
in their attempt to find themselves.
Has it not been a lesson to learn?
death’s poison carries its own antidote,
but wisdom lies in choosing
that which leaves you standing,
and not fallen.
Andy Kahari’s works cover Death, Day to day struggles, The Environment etc.
He has contributed content to The Standard, Newshawk, Newsday Zimbabwe, The Midlands Observer, Queensdale Report, The Zimbabwe Independent etc.
Andy follows- Gourd of Consciousness Poetry, IAWA Zimbabwe, and Poet. Org etc.
He strongly believes tradition should not be outstanding in writings, but only theme or message must be emphasized with no distractions. Hence he writes without using capital letters. He puts emphasis on all words to have equal strength, in telling an equal story.
Andy currently works as a Senior Associate Recruitment Advisor for an international company.