Grandpa's Song Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Grandpa's Song



Behind life is so amazing, so cool
Way back grandpa breathed in graves
He took a river more to mount success
But one horn spoke to the west and rang in mutiny
The brain brave wave stormed, he reborn

Traveled on foot lots of miles by him
And remained a total new seed, so bad!
The migrated labour touched he the page
Zambia, why Zambia did that to him?

But by the river flow, he vowed never step back hills
And reface that coastal verge, the east land
But his pa, this friend of herbs he did the love
And went to motherland a thousands times
And married to Sophie Gondwe, the proposed bird

He was a tower, black of that coal in her skin
But fair was his heart in her to remember
He got that animal with her and filled him
That was his brawny, ahead were more hearts will

A polygamist with such shooting seeds' houses
He could, from hearts dance he went in
The igneous rock of Zambian aborted styles
And chief of mines, copper belt legend police

Chief of graveyards, and paid well to his wifes
Master field mashier of beer In Lusaka city
Beer in desperations after hard work
He saw a black eye in his green forgotten end
And wrote his song of pity peace if in deepen

'Come to me, come to me
Come to me you an orphan'
His rays of song lines to sing on

The better way in life was beer's trials football
And washed his beheaded green age of miseries

My polygramist laid down foundation stones
He begun with nyagondwe, the first life
Next Nyauhango the assister of the queen
Then Nyaukandawire the enforceable butterfly
Then he perched at a blossom,
Nyamwayi lovable tour de force

He was true nonsense warrior but lover of love
And really A friend of deepest songs
That reminds me of his bravely long forsaken

He later plucked the leaf off to motherland of solo
He locked in his wonderful song with his final bird
She was certain, his paint for good real
After his first, second, third dance broken pottery

I treasure his life and take to heals of my skull bone
I lived in his grandson bag, the second born child
From his third born daughter, Emily I smiled
And from first couple of him,
Unforgettable motherhood queen

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Song lines to remember! ! All history of my grand father is in here. He was very tall dark, in complexion. He was not much educated but had considerable wisdom. He went to Zambia in the late 40s on foot for his fortune. This happened because of many circumstances sounding him including poverty. He then got married to 4 wifes besides other unknown wifes after he got the job in copper belt company. He loved to drink beer and he was nonsense to bad things. In short this is the little background of my grand father Zoto. Hence I dedicate this poem to him. This poem reminds me of his love upon me and all his grand sons and daughters. With love I return! ! !
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Phiwe Mbatha 09 March 2013

I love this poem, beautifully written.

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Paul Mwenelupembe

Paul Mwenelupembe

Queens Central Hospital, Blantyre, Malawi
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