Mpande, Crush Of The Gods


Mpande, daughter of the great hunter Shula,
Apple of my eye, from whom the stars borrow their glow,
You who makes the beauty of soft colorful flowers questionable, with your queenly build,
Mpande the admired of the gods of our village.
Listen to the gossip of birds as they sit chattering to themselves while you pass,
They alleged singing that your are admired of the gods,
Do hear the mighty mountains pause in awe, dazzled by your charming beauty as you walk by
Entertaining in their minds insinuations, thoughts of you being desired by gods, yes glorious gods of our land,
Look up and see the stars peep almost falling off from the sky to catch a glimpse of you, the goddess beloved of their fair masters,
Take time also to watch trees in their might bow in reverence to she, you, who mesmerizes not men but gods too,
A beauty arrayed in black soil, formed from Bangweulu waters and Mungwi clay,
A woman thirsted and hungered for by the witty gods, to wed , to own.
Gerry Sikazwe

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