Africa loves not her children
She loves not
If I were a baby,
In the comfort of your womb
In the warmth of your flesh,
Wondering if there is life after birth,
Singing when you sing
Crying when you cry
Laughing when you do
With you always
I would wish I could stay inside you
Forever,
For Africa loves not her children,
She sends them to war against their mothers.- Dzikamai Bere
Listen to Dzikamai Bere’s interview on being young and Zimbabwean here