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Tuesday, 07 November 1995 13:19 |
Wasp me from morn to noon,
Child as I am, and leave me there,
My body swells up-
A human balloon,
My legs lose their life,
And so do my arms,
It's too late for you to pretend now,
Don't bother to call the witch doctor,
I don't need his charms,
The pain is so much,
That I've ceased to feel it:
I let out a cry,
It is my last.
© Fungai James Tichawangana
Kumba
Tuesday 7 November 1995
1319hrs
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