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Hear her speak, Its flames of wild fire burning sweet sensations down your ears, Imbued in wisdom and traditions of our ancestors, Clothed in enchantment of the blue sky.  Of her bewitching build none competes, Not the texture of the sun’s rays or that of petals of roses, Fairly not even the phenomenal tombs of pharaohs with all their might, It is just uniquely sophisticated. Talk of her character, Beautiful and heavenly, As the display of shiny pearls which populate the skies at night, As the glow on one’s face ignited by genuine happiness. She is a splendid gem, A woman of Africa, Of beauty kneaded from black earth A woman to adore!. Gerry Sikazwe Model: Angelina Shamz Picture Credit: Lobe Musonda

                                                          br.pinterest.com/explore/turbantes-africanos-946853069773/ The thought of losing you to another, The thought of giving you up to the next in line, That I cannot stand, That blow I cannot survive, So I want you badly. You and what you make me feel, Your beauty and that accompanying wit, Is the only sense this world makes, Is the only truth there is of what “alive” really is, So I want you badly. I need you like breath, you are my breath, I need you like trees do roots; you are my footing, Nothing fills my life with color like you do, Nothing paints my life this bright as you, So I want you badly. You and what you make me feel, Your beauty and that accompanying wit, Is the only sense this world makes, Is the only truth there is of wha...

Wake up sleeping lion, Your place is not with hyenas, Yours is to cause terror and feed on finest flesh, Leave bone licking and crushing to them that are slothful, Take your throne and thereon roar. . Stand up and get work done, Neither idleness nor sleepiness is your portion, You must begin making bricks, with which to build your obese future, Let them that are lazy, thatch their tomorrows with fairy dreams, Take your place and pioneer civilization. . Flap your wings eagle, You are not a chicken nor are you a duck, Loft heights where fashioned for your exploitation, Forsake the dusty ground to them that are afraid of heights, Take your throne and thereon soar. . Start what has never been started before, The status quo has no effect on you, You don’t follow trends, you set them; that’s who you are, Limitations are for them that think within the box, not you who has no box, Take your place and steer the world. Gerry Sikazwe Model: Angelina Shamz Picture: Xan...

This world you see will never see you again, This world you see, will only meet the likes of you, Your charm many have had it but not as you do, Your thoughtfulness could run in your lineage, but not as matchless as yours, You are one in infinity existences, You are an eclipse, live like one. The say beauty has long been around since life got invented, They say genius is as old in us as time to the universe, But you are uniquely adorned with beauty of dreams, But you’re gifted with wits of stars which awe us, You are beyond what the world sees, You are an eclipse, demand then regard imbued in gold. You are a natural phenomenon that occurs only once, You a dazzling meteor that runs across the sky just once, Do not then settle for second place or substandard dues, Do not embrace mediocrity or anything like it, You are irreplaceable, the only there is, You are an eclipse, always remember that of yourself. This world you see wi...

 Beauty untainted, so divinely laid,  Pleasing to the eyes; most fortunate to have a gaze,  Unique, beyond all what lead lines ever drew or feather scribbles ever said,  Beauty untainted, so divinely laid,  Soaked in sticky hypnotizing charms, hearts to always raid,  Sophisticatedly quizzical, as if glopping through a darkened maze,  Beauty untainted, so divinely laid,  Pleasing to the eyes; most fortunate to have a gaze.  Gerry Sikazwe  Model: Angelina Shamz  Picture By: Xander (Vantage Point)

Winds may manage to erase our prints off the belly of the earth, Smiles we lit on faces of people may go off, Life may even pretend to have not birthed us, Dreams we molded to create better futures may be treated as trash, Then, when death has had devoured our lives. But now is the time, Now is the time to inscribe our names, Deep in the skin of the sky, Tattooing them so thickly that stars should envy, So that even when we pass, Those alive then may know that we too were here. Time and seasons will soon forget us, Even flowers in our gardens without us will go on, Friends and acquaintances we made alone will leave us to sleep, Gold and silver in our youth we picked will have new masters, Then, when death has had harvested our lives. But now is the time, Now is the time to inscribe our names, Deep in the skin of the sky, Tattooing them so thickly that stars should envy, So that even when we pass, Those alive then may know that we too...

We do not abound in strength, We cannot boast to have muscles of Hercules, We are not gifted with terrifying physical build, But we order about the strong. We do not have confident voices as of Luther, We do not have words of Eisenhower, We surely cannot speak like Churchill, But we run the very world which their speeches once steered. We do not have fair looks, We are not with eyes that twinkle or glow, We do not have charm in our dress either, But we have beautiful minds, and that makes all the difference. We are creators, we are designers, We are nerds, with minds that see beyond this time, We are thinkers, we are dreamers, We are philosophers, with eyes that see beyond this time. Gerry Sikazwe Picture From: Google

She is fearless, holds life by its neck, She is brave, with breath of volcanoes, She is schooled in modernity, unschooled of slaving traditions, She is just a bird free, freely soaring above male-chauvinism. She is a girl in boots. She is cunning, conforms the world to her standards, She is bright witted, outsmarts women-degrading testaments, She is judge and jury, never waits to be slapped, She is as swift as wind, that whistles her own triumphs unapologetically, She is a girl in boots. She is breath-takingly fair; roses do envy her skin, She is fearfully sculptured, a carving no sane eye would resist, She has no take in mediocrity, sophistication is her tune, She is a beauty; one that stars, as if poisoned with folly, uncontrollably stare, She is a girl in boots. She is purposeful, a key brush in the painting of the future, She is a hard-worker, and the survival of the world rests on her shoulders, She is not one to keep quiet, when movi...

I dreamed I stood in a studio And watched two sculptors there The clay used was a young child's mind And they fashioned it with care One was a teacher -the tools he used Were books, music and art. The other, a parent, worked with a guiding hand. And a gentle, loving heart. Day after day, the teacher toiled with touch That was deft and sure. While the parent laboured by his side And polished and smoothed it o'er And when at last their task was done. They were proud of what they had wrought. For the things they had moulded into the child Could neither be sold nor bought And each agreed they would have failed If each had worked alone For behind the teacher stood the school And behind the parent the home Author Unknown

I am not my own, For I had nothing to do with my existence, I was merely a thought mercifully conceived in the creator’s mind. I am not my own, For I did not design nor decide what skin dark or bright to permanently wear, I was clothed in black earth following the potter’s careful image. I am not my own, I am nature’s because I swing on icy strings tied around its hands, I am my land’s as my existence is the extension of its love, Not my own, never my own. Gerry Sikazwe

Before you came, And your voice with my ears shared, Before you came, And your hands my heart lay claim of, I doubted life was capable of such charm as you. Before you came, And your smile warmed my soul, Before you came, And your heart taught me love, I thought love was just in tales, in poems. Before you came, And your mind’s beauty displayed, Before you came, And your wisdom, inscribed in my ways, I threw right over wrong, folly tasted sweeter. Before you came, And my sight sharpened, Before you came, And my thoughts elevated, I was going to forfeit you, alas you chose me! Gerry Sikazwe

Beholding your face, I hope in my arms you grow, To flourish in them, And become a flower soft, With beauty of the blue sky. Gerry Sikazwe

If stars ever bloomed, Would their flowers be fair and bright as the face of this moment? If winds did one day sing beautifully, Would their songs express accurately the feelings felt in this moment? If magic had the ability to write a different fate, Would it style a spell, for transforming into eternity this moment? For no bang or whisper, No thrill or spill, can beat this time’s rare sweetness; A time when broken dreams are pieced together, from head to sole ever to walk tall, A time in which fierce fear is vanquished; melting its cold manipulative grip, A time of peace, serene than that of crawling water, of love than that spoken of by poetic lines. A time worth pausing, A time worth caging, A time worth being in, right next to you.