http://slow.writerscafe.org/walaxy4 The original writings of author Walani Ndhlovu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058288 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Derives from the blowing of the whistle as a way of communicating a funeral in Malawian communities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1412662/ How wonderful it feels when remembering our ancestors telling tales around the evening fire. Crazy, my memory remember nothing but fire chasing the darkness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1367703/ Hissing like a snakeBending the heads like sleeping woodsTelling lies and exaggerated storiesLaughing like a crazy mouseImagine all these without a profit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1188331/ If I was to chooseI would get the toolsOf everlasting lifeand gloryFor I as a humannever live for longBut wish to do so tofurther tell a present storyI would pass on allthe history and sing a merry songTo the nextgeneration so they can have a clueOf how we e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1186182/ The summer has comeThe roses are awakenin the flower farmThe sun is shining inthe naked skyThe birds finalizetheir winter cry‘The summer is backThe summer is back’They singHappily they fly andpraise their king. They immigrate totheir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1186172/ The sun on the dawn my eyes can seePulling apart the curtains are the hands of meTo let him get through the window paneSo his rays on the cold can easily ski. The mist on the window would think I’m cruelTo warm him up and boil him with fuelBut all I do is ope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1178887/ With time I’llgrow upI’ll reach mypotential And becomewhat I want I admire myparents careWonder ifthey want it back from meBut with timeI’ll return My teachercan’t wait to see me passFor I’ve beenfailing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1178874/ There is a lady (who you may know By the name Joyce Banda)Who has helped locals, women and moreBy saving the whole countryAnd balancing gender. She never has done much than to help and lead(Give her your vote so you get more)For she is the president who cares.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1161118/ As I pass through the suburb I try to make my way shortWith my eyes bright and superbShining over the map I brought Down steep in the valleyThe villagers callUpon god, their alley,Angels and more The moon seems to glitterLike gold in the sky.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1161115/ This poem reviews the deeds of former presidents of Malawi in preparation for 2014 elections. Enjoy and get something! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1161106/ Day in and day outMoving lips whisper and shoutTales on their way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1139870/  Oh, young lady has come with dreams on her headCan’t sleep all night for more dreams will break her bed From Africa toAmerica her name is knownThat whenever she comes children sing in a merry toneWhen she leaves whole Mzuzu knows that she’s goneFo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1139860/ All started smallBut soon began to growOur academics and sportsShaped us all All started smallBut soon began to flowOur peace and unityShaped us all All started smallBut soon began to scoreOur soccer teamShaped us all All.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1139854/ The red that I feelIs not the color which you knowIt’s a feeling that I get when I’m angry or illI always try to let it goBut the pain becomes more and more realIt feed on my disappointment which makes it to growAnd my brain would always pass its bill&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1136472/ The modern generationIs coming all the way To colonize the old one to get it’s accommodation It’s encouraging many people To welcome it’s arrivalBut once it’s welcomedThere is no survival It’s taking away many people especially t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1116261/ Life without you is always toughI can spend my whole life with you But I can never get enoughYou affect whatever I doWhen I’m crying in sadness you make me laugh. A week seems to be a nightAnd a year just flows like a streamEvery time I’m with you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1116258/ I’m gone to visit the wild Where the creeping snakeRashes through the whispering grassTo let his hissing tongue hang out In search of me, his meal. My horse shall think she’s too oldTo be beaten by himFor her Poe will crash him deadAnd birds s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1116238/ All in my hands I hold Money, silver, Jewell , and goldAll those things that man can loveI still have more though some I sold All in my hands I holdBrackets and jackets to drive all the coldTo keep me warm and act like a stoveThat when you talk all I do is to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1116236/ Their lived a man once upon a time in HollywoodWho in peace and war his glory stoodReaching by far his story couldFor he was known to share holy food From a holy book in Hollywood Always alone he used to beWith his broad sword no enemy was left freeHe could s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1116231/ This is a travel writing about a school trip from Mzuzu to Karonga. These are the two districts in Malawi. Chiweta is a place which is known to have most car accidents in Malawi. So it is very scary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1116226/ My grandfather You have killed all panthersAnd I can’t see any pandaIs it because of thunder?Sometimes I wonderBut in fact it’s because of hunters You built your home indeedBut you knowledge is like a homicideYour absence of teeth makes you no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1106360/ Not so long before he diedWhen he decided to have meI saw a solemn promiseWhen he opened his eyesHis eyes were small but became wideWhenever he looked at meWith an eye of loving care which now missAnd for it now I appriseHe wiped my tears when I criedAnd chased the hunger o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/walaxy4/1106350/