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tapiwa mugabe
Across the neighbourhood
dust rose from synchronised sweeps.
The rhythmic sweeping of African straw brooms on soil creating a harmony of schwa, schwa, schwas.
Brown clouds filling the light summer evening with the taste of dirt in my mouth and
my nostrils filling up with the smell of home
(a fragrance I didn’t yet know I will one day hunger for).
I watched storks silhouetted on the slim pink sky as they flew to their nests and nestlings.
The lingering heat from blistering summer sun trapped in the walls of the house.
I stood against it with my back pressed into the red bricks.
I enjoyed the warmth radiating,
jolting forward when the heat burnt my small bottom and back.
My palms opened against the wall.
Dreams flew past the canvas of my young mind. Childhood joys flutter before my third eye. Wispy clouds on the horizon.
‘God has swept his floor’, we used to say.
High school geography taught me they were cirrus clouds.
Bird song from the mango trees.
A busy chorus of chirps.
A backdrop for children shouting goodbyes
and see you tomorrows to their friends from their doorsteps,
as moms hushed them off to bath and supper.
An African eventide, my favourite time of day.
Zimbabwe, tapiwa mugabe| from Zimbabwe
You spilt love too young.
Too young to know how to bend.
Growing
Too little to carry morning dew on your back.
You fretted about things that make God angry.
Who sends a wolf to a praying child even if they were born running?
Forget dreams that make you old learn to make love
without breaking what you touch.
growing, tapiwa mugabe| from Zimbabwe
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I used to make apologies for having the soft in my man.
A wave of woman in my masculinity.
I was called too gentle and too unmanly for not hoarding women in my waist.
Today I wear my mother in my voice,
I am clothed in her.
I wear my sisters in my thinking, my grandmother in my bone, in my soul.
I am after all my grandmother’s child, for she prayed for me.
It was she who went before God,
red war paint on her face from fighting the men. She pleaded for a son.
How then can I deny the woman in me,
when my coming to earth was because women prayed for me?
Was I not made from a woman’s mouth? Only father remarks at my petal nature,
The women I come from say I am beautiful.
Man, tapiwa mugabe | from Zimbabwe
I find that,
at the moments when me and my thoughts are allowed the space to roam alone as far away as possible from home,
you’re always a light back.

A light that

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From One
who says, “Don’t cry.
You’ll like it after a while.”

and Two who tells you thank-you
after the fact and cant look at your face.

To Three who pays for your breakfast
and a cab home
and your mother’s rent.

To Four
who says,
“But you felt so good
I didn’t know how to stop.”

To Five who says giving your body
is tough
but something you do very well.

To Six
Who smells of tobacco
and says “Come on, I can feel that
you love this.”

To those who feel bad in the morning
yes,
some feel bad in the morning

and sometimes they tell you
you want it
and sometimes you think that you do.

Thank heavens you’re resetting
ever
setting and
resetting.

How else do you sew up the tears?

How else can the body survive?

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You can fit two thousand four hundred and ninety six
tiny letter a’s on an a4 page
based on fitting four of them firmly into the space of a
centimetre square.
Dad will say, “That’s diligence for you.”
Everyone else will call it a waste of time.

You can fit a whole tube of Smarties in your mouth
while dressing your little brother up in your Sunday best.
Grandma will laugh at the boy in the dress.
Granddad will nearly hit someone.
Your brother will be sent upstairs to change
head bowed in shame.
No one will notice the Smarties.

Mum says 56 bad words on the phone to Jamaica.
She is not impressed when you tell her so.
“Keep out of adult conversations,” she warns,
her mouth growing tight.
The pastor makes twenty-four references to hell
in the sermon at church and forgets to talk
about love. Granddad falls asleep.

If your bible has pictures
you should colour them in and count
how many men in the church wear white socks and black shoes.
Count the bitten fingernails and
how many people cry silently during prayer.

Count the number of cars that afternoon before your mother,
tired and lovely, pulls up on the pavement to collect you.
Count how many people shake their head
at her red nails, her tight jeans.
She looks like a star and they’re jealous.

You can fit the word lonely
four hundred and sixteen times
on the back of that same piece of paper.
Dad will say, “Don’t be silly. Your brother will be out of hospital soon.”
Mum will be too stressed to talk.
You will go to live at Grandma’s, spending days drinking Rooibos out of eggs cups,
studying God’s word and watching the sun.

You will learn to fear
The Most High
also
count how many times the
King James Bible uses the words, thee, thou and thy.
Keep a proper tally. Granddad can play any song on the harmonica.
Test him. He likes to be tested
(until he doesn’t know the answer.)
Then he will get angry
and say things he doesn’t mean.

There are one hundred and twenty seven roses
on the wallpaper in your new room.
There were more than that but you picked some away.
Your brother has been gone now for two months straight and
nobody will tell you anything.
Count how many
family friends are praying for you.
There are sixty-four red grapes on the bunch
Eat one after the other, fast
without stopping.
Maybe you can visit the hospital too.

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Yrsa Daley-Ward, ‘bone.’

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It’s never too late to be wise.
See how your spirit has been fermenting.

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Yrsa Daley-Ward, ‘bone.’

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A walk through museums where your broken dreams are kept behind locked glass cabinets
Unrecognisable from the sprouts of early ambition they used to be
Clouds of unconjured magic soaking in jars filled with tears Canvases about a re-written past
Redefined history where the story starts with you
And dares to end with your name as a tasteless thing they spit out
You name an unpronounceable set of foreign letters they used to call mine
Pieces of you hung in art galleries
Obscure pictures of your perceived self
A piece of art titled regret soundtracked by a cacophony of apologies
Till you wake up and realise history does not equal ‘yourstory’
Conclude chapters that ended in sighs and question marks With triumphant exclamations of delight
Where your new slogan is victory
And your own skin a castle

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loves, 

book clubs are a great way to socialize and work reading into a busy life. start a book club anywhere. in your dorm. w/ friends. family. coworkers. it can be lots of folks or just one other person. create a club. join a club. or if you already have a club. enter :)))

xoxo nayyirah, tapiwa, and yrsa

book club winner 9.8tariro mwasecongratulations love !!!

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loves,

book clubs are a great way to socialize and work reading into a busy life. start a book club anywhere. in your dorm. w/ friends. family. coworkers. it can be lots of folks or just one other person. create a club. join a club. or if you already have a club. enter :)))

xoxo nayyirah, tapiwa, and yrsa

book club winner 9.8

tariro mwase

congratulations love !!!

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nayyirahwaheed:

nayyirahwaheed:

loves,

our summer reading giveaway was such a success, we wanted to extend it and offer a back to school giveaway. 

happy reading :)))

xoxo nayyirah, tapiwa, and yrsa

back to school giveaway winners 9.8Rikaza FarookAneesah ColeyIris DumaualSarah Gomez Coccocongratulations !

nayyirahwaheed:

nayyirahwaheed:

loves,

our summer reading giveaway was such a success, we wanted to extend it and offer a back to school giveaway.

happy reading :)))

xoxo nayyirah, tapiwa, and yrsa

back to school giveaway winners 9.8

Rikaza Farook
Aneesah Coley
Iris Dumaual
Sarah Gomez Cocco

congratulations !

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a poem from Zimbabwe, the new book of poems from Tapiwa Mugabehttps://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/193223760/zimbabwe?

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a poem from Zimbabwe, the new book of poems from Tapiwa Mugabe
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readCOLOR is a global online visual literacy project which supports and celebrates readers of color engaging with works created by authors of color.readCOLOR serves as a bridge which facilitates the visibility of authors of color in communities across the world, while allowing readers of color to become aware of the incredible abundance of literature which reflects and represents them. through such visibility, readCOLOR seeks to assist in the preservation of the many languages spoken by communities of color, promote literacy, and become an interactive literary resource which brings authors and readers of color from around the world, together.it is our hope that readCOLOR will help to remove the barriers that artists and audiences of color face in accessing one another, and ease the difficulty in finding representation in literature.readCOLOR is created and curated by a circle of creatives which include: yrsa daley-ward. desiree venn frederic. l.a. winter. tapiwa mugabe. and nayyirah waheed.participating is simple + easy.
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readcolor:

readCOLOR is a global online visual literacy project which supports and celebrates readers of color engaging with works created by authors of color.

readCOLOR serves as a bridge which facilitates the visibility of authors of color in communities across the world, while allowing readers of color to become aware of the incredible abundance of literature which reflects and represents them. through such visibility, readCOLOR seeks to assist in the preservation of the many languages spoken by communities of color, promote literacy, and become an interactive literary resource which brings authors and readers of color from around the world, together.

it is our hope that readCOLOR will help to remove the barriers that artists and audiences of color face in accessing one another, and ease the difficulty in finding representation in literature.

readCOLOR is created and curated by a circle of creatives which include: yrsa daley-ward. desiree venn frederic. l.a. winter. tapiwa mugabe. and nayyirah waheed.



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"Our Love Was Young"
Words by tapiwamugabe
Art by hooraychelle

Hey y’all! Go check out the full, original poem “Her Forget Me Not” at tapiwamugabe's tumblr! I'm such a fan of their work, it makes me feel so many things! Hopefully you can read it in these small, low-quality IG pics, hehe.

For more of my comics and occasional selfies, my instagram is raynier_

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