http://slow.writerscafe.org/MadalaJose The original writings of author MadalaJose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049569 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 inspired by my beautiful friends at Dzaleka Refugee Camp http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1975226/ This poem was inspired by my friends at the Dzaleka Refugee Camp who in spite of what they have been through, they still live their lives http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1975223/ Cocoon cracksDeath shivering into hidingAt the sound of my heartbeatWings flapAcrophobia exit in frightAs I am ready for my first flightPast pestled into obsoletismI am a new creature with no historyPrepared to pencil my storyMetamorphosisZoe-genesisI am ready for lifeIs life ready for me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1975215/ Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1761840/ If I could tell timeIf I could tame timeIf I could trick timeIf I could trust timeIf I could team-up with timetake time to tick with time and travel in time...If I could...Maybe I can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1760275/ I am not returning to yesterdayto re-open the sepulchre of misery,I won't go back to pay a tributeto the remains of mediocrityI won't jump for a reboundto frozen dreams and vaporised wishesI won't curl into a cochlea of regretover the milk messing the floor of historyI have the fire within me, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1674643/ The world is cold I agreebut you are the fire;The world is dark I concurbut you are the light.If you don't burnIf you don't shineThe world will demise into frozen darkness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1672862/ I am flying; it's murkyI can't see the wayBut I am still flying. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1639791/ for Violet Mfune on her birthday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1639777/ I wrote this piece sometime back, and I dedicated it to my wonderful friends Edward Kataika and Monalisa Mkumba on their birthday. This is your confession Mona and Ed say it aloud to yourselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1639773/ Success screaming in my faceScratching my eardrum's surfaceCreativity mushrooming in my brainsFavor rushing like blood in my veinsPalpitating my heart with progressI have come of age; standing at the edge of success http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1639769/ That stare, that glareLooking me up and downOver-looking and looking me overDrowns me into a quagmire of insecurityThat talk, that negativityThat mock, that insensitivitySuffocates me, leaves me gasping for airEvery second spent with you is asthmaticListening to you gossipIs like sipping a glass of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1639760/ I wrote this poem when my grandfather died http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1639740/ Memoirs of a Butterfly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1633414/ Memoirs of a Butterfly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1633408/ Memoirs of a Butterfly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1633407/ Memoirs of a Butterfly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1633402/ Memoirs of a Butterfly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1633400/ Memoirs of a Butterfly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1633394/ I rescued an ant from ant-lion today. It felt good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1633230/ "...of truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons" -Acts 10:34- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1631015/ God is the laundry man;We are the laundry.Some people need washingOthers brain-washing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1630991/ We all need it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1630985/ Don’t be wise myfriendYou will pay fortheir ignoranceDon’t beoriginal my friendThey will burnyou on a CDDon’t be creativemy friendThey will makeyou PAYEDon’t get yourhead above waterThey will slashit. If you be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1630980/ physical beauty is overrated http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1627040/ If you want to serve methat piece of your mindsmoothed in a juicy tantrumblended in a quarrel-maker,sift the milk and shakethe attitude out of it,wait for it to cool downuntil the fury is dissolvedinto a cream of tolerance,then refrigerate it:I wouldn't mind it frozen,So that I should lick it like i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1626992/ I wrote this poem after attending the funeral of my grandfather, a man who was very rich and influential in the town where he lived. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1625907/ As long as your fire is still burning there is hope http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1624828/ Who is at thetop?The Capital orthe capitalist, The lion thatate the manOr the man withlion’s share. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1623172/ In rejection of capitalism; embracing social capitalism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1621156/ The Malawi Kwacha, the Malawian currency is fast losing its value. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1602099/ Zomba mountain is one of the biggest mountains in Malawi. It is it used to be a very beautiful mountain. Its beauty is heavily marred now by people who cut down the trees on the mountain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1601606/ Youabandoned usWhenthe night had awaken from its slumber.Whenmorning had kissed it goodbye.Whenthe teeth of a cold July morning,Weredeeply sunk in our heavily blanketed skins.Whenour bodies were shaking from frost bite. Youabandoned us at day break.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadalaJose/1601338/