They say it’s a white man’s infection
All I could do was envisage the imminent penetration
In a vision I touch it, the feeling creates a burning sensation
This infection sent me to penitentiary
They tried to psychoanalyse me with ideals from tertiary
Telepathically we share our love
She feels the prying eyes of another
I walk past her, I feel loved even though it’s only an instant
Nostrils trickled by the pleasurable smell of her scent
They say I am possessed, they burn demonic-chasing incense
I am normal for crying out loud, they say I am nuts in my sense
Hours on end I spend staring lewdly at her pictures on instagram
She loves me, she accepted my request on Facebook
Like a snare, she has got me on a hook
A real African lady with her floral doek
It’s not obsession it’s love
Today is the day I shower her my passion
From behind I attack like a lioness
I close her mouth, my knife patched on her neck
Her fear breathes life into me
Tears roll of her cheeks
I gyrate as I descend deep into her aperture
In a state of narcosis my Missus passes out
My head held high I walk out
The shrinks say I suffer from erotomania
When I see her I am teleported to my own Chronicles of Narnia
As I wait trial
I am in state of denial
If I can’t be with you and then I deserve not to live
A razor firmly placed on my wrists
I will wait for you my love in the land beyond
In my heart I know for, me you are full of fond
Even as I journey to the land beyond I can still fell the bond
Till will meet, goodbye my love, we will one day be one mould
I am no peeping Tom my love for you is just misconstrued
From behind they jump me
Like cowards there are they attack me unarmed
Kick, blows, fists are hammered
Silting my throat with a knife
I ask what for?
For a flimsy $10 note and a phone
Blood gushing out
I know I will not make it out
Listen up my dear children as I write from the great beyond
My wife is still young and energetic,
I know she will be in the hands of another
My children will grow up without a father
The only blood father they will know is my brother
If only I had clairvoyance
I would have told my children I love them
I never got to say I love you to them
To preoccupied making money
Nor did I call my wife honey
From the great beyond I write
My beautiful daughter Rutendo
Take care of your mother and brother
And to you my son Rukudzo
Take care of your mother and sister
And to you my beautiful wife Danai
Look after the children
Danai don’t be held back by my death
You are young don’t close the doors of love
To you my children,
Respect the man of your mother
He is also your father
As blood drips of my letter
I assure you everything will be better
I write this letter to you my children from the great beyond
What is a friend?
A person you share laughter with
Someone who helps you up
That guy who knows you through and through
Despite your mistakes is always at your side
Or is a friend someone who
In your darkest times disappears like your shadow
Or is one to manipulate you like dough
The last two lines describe bogus friends
They want you to succeed
But never do they want you to surpass them
True friendship knows no sex
True friendship knows no social status
True friendship knows no religious affiliation
Friendship is not a bond of blood
Calamity after calamity maybe the sequence
A true friend will be there in instance
Even if you are separated by a long distance
But true friendship is a bond of love
That kind I call “Bromance”