Wordy Wilds of Nyika National Park--By Wabweka--Malawi

Wordy Wilds of Nyika National Park

In this jungle I’ve been
Hills and valleys I’ve seen
Zebras, blacks and whites
A flower bed of beasts, sights and bites
And life is living and dying

They call it a wilderness safari like no other
Rowdy loneliness away from any buzzer
In woodlands and grasslands, fast or slow
Captivating creatures, big and small
And life is an adventure roughly smooth

Whispering in her sprawling solitude
A lost Paradise on foggy attitude
A roaring ride in dust, up and down
Escaping hard and heavy crosses of hometown
And living is a mix of burdens, beasts and feasts

Waking up to cheery game on the doorstep, Eden lives on
Moans and perfumes of marauding flowers embracing lovebirds
As elephants mount guards of honour—big, brownish and beautiful
Antelopes slashing grass—slim, stout and awfully plentiful
Such is another world in thieving Malawi—rotting, crying and dying

Wabweka is a Malawian journalist and protest poet writing to express himself differently. He believes poetry does not only mirror our world as it is today but also as we want it to be when his daughter Tiwonge grows up to think about her children and their children.