Mosi Oa Tunya Poem by Bradley Gardiner

I ebb, I flow, I flash, I fall;

Coursing over the house of the Devil;
Plummeting from high overhead.

A great downpour, a torrent, a descent;
And oh… the cataract is dead?

The colours of man precede me;
Stare, please, if you wish.

Glistening like diamond, yes I;
Am I, what a heavenly gift!

Now, rising to face you;
Yes you, oh meagre man.

Time immemorial, I stand fast and amaze you;
Spanning infinitely, east to west.

My presence overwhelming, the power, the sight;
Lifting to the cosmos, to God. Am I?

God of the Plateau, of the Zambezi;
Exploding from the depths, the depths. I create.

Wonder, the very air you breathe;
Question. Touch me, could you?

Can you? Can't you? Oh feeble man;
How doth thou touch?

The Smoke that Thunders