http://slow.writerscafe.org/mufaro The original writings of author Mufaro Kudakwashe Joseph Mangono en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033764 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The trials and tribulations are for a reason http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1493827/  Look at dawn waving goodbyeLook at us hating each otherLook at us featuring on the list of the deadLook at the beauty of the worldLook at those, wind soaked heartsJust look at all there is to look at Do you hear the still air snob?Do you see yours.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1229075/ Talk of infatuation and being a teenager- back in the day :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1207527/  PART 1 Where l came from to becomeAnd not to be thought ofWith the mysterious originsWhich always haunted the pastWith the burden to be knownWith no intention of doing so But the will to do so The origins shall haunt meIf not you also&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1199352/   He looked from left to right And he did not see them in sightAnd kept wondering what went wrongAnd the wind joined him in his songBut in it all he found no solutionAnd the city of his heart was filled with pollutionEveryday then, he kept on cryingT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1199212/ How time is an independent spectator. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1198607/ Everything we do, we do because we have a reference point that relates to it - be it good or bad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1195236/  The paintings that portrayillusionsAnd the painter that admits the accusationsHe does so behind the misty scenes So as to disguise his horrible sinsHe claims he was chosen by fateHe claims he is not connected to hateBut yet he is the “owner” of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1192087/ JIMMY IS DRIPPING BLOOD The music of accomplishment nowescorts farewellAnd in it the madness it possess is for saleAnd Jimmy bought it free on the highwayToiled for an espionaged misery without payAnd the scars as a result have gone blueHis eyes are all that is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1186686/ A story about the have-not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1186684/ Trying to understand a person is hard...:-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1185642/ When l was reborn and ceased to be an atheist. The joy within me got me writing this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1185100/ See the poem "Lost Ones" here l was putting myself in their shoes. P.S some of the Christians do not go to church with the bible they call themselves apostles and pray in the open. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1185093/ In Zimbabwe some children die of curable diseases on the grounds of religions see the Poem "the Lost ones reply". I wrote this when l was an atheist (shame on me!) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1185090/ Just a thought :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1184745/ She looked at thesky and it was beautiful and grey,No stars yet but thescene kept her at bay.In scorching hot weathershe still admired the sceneAnd wondered allalong where had it been?For it was a marveloussight for all to seeUnwittingly, to God shehad launched he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1184744/ A life without friends is empty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1184735/ I was a teenager then and l would have goose bumps whenever l wanted to ask this girl out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1183972/  Anguished in pain Jimmy is goinginsaneAnd his rituals and philosophies are now inaneHis eyes only see evil, inclusive of hate But do not blame the lad for he fulfills fateBy the day he is puzzled by questions of doomHe would have cried but there be no roomAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1182388/  On OffOnOnWhat!ElectrocutionHysteriaAnsweredIgnoredNoiseWrong transferDesperationImpatienceEmotionsSanctionsDoomWelcome to the switchboard!  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1182368/ He is poor with an ambitionHe is rich through segregationAnd they fuse to befriend diversityThe attraction is still AnimosityAnd within each other’s camps they despiseAs they comfort their fate with liesSo as to resist their like polesSo as to believe in a hate .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1182350/  He who smiles in the nightAnd the lawyers who always seem rightDo you realise the jargon of tomorrow?Those that will put to test the thoughts you borrowSo as you evade circumstanceDo know you are putting Fate to chanceSuch that better grin nowBefore your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1182348/   He was a murderer ofhallucinationsHe distorted the wise man’s stipulationsInevitably his life had a remarkable emptinessAnd iron could not destroy his hardnessHe kissed, he loved but he diedHe then became part of what he liedSorry was the nam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1182343/ Wrote this when I was 18, your constructive criticism is welcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1182265/ A critique by a former participant is naive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1182234/ Never confuse patience to be applicable in all situations it has limitations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1181911/ What really are our battles as humanity? Are they worth fighting for? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1181906/ When you part with a good friend you will always be reminded of them, just like the bank is constantly reminded by waves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1181858/ In life never wish if you could instead become what you wish or else you are doomed! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1181850/ I wrote this when I was a kid when l was more in love with the idea of being in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mufaro/1181655/