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PEACEMAKER

By: Jonathan Tafreg


Keep preaching your peace,

While people are fighting war,

One thing you don’t understand.


You want holy kiss,

Your mouth full of neither nor,

This too you don’t understand.


Your belly don’t miss,

You want us to suffer more,

But still you don’t understand.


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Jonathan Tafreg is a Tanzanian poet, singer, novelist, linguist and a teacher. He was born in 1985 and studied Bachelor of Arts with Education from Teofilo Kisanji University and graduated in 2015. He has taught English language in different schools and colleges across the country and has written dozens of books and pamphlets about English Grammar and Literature. He is the Pioneer of Tafreg Heritage English Academy.

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Post by Jo Africa on Sat Oct 06, 2018 12:33 pm

When the sun goes down, she wears a long face,
Then she takes her anti-aging pills, and a necklace,
As if she wants to live forever young, she takes a pace,
Straight to the bathroom, her most sacred place.
 
Then she sits on her dressing table, for about three hours,
Beautifying herself, the little victim of ours,
She dresses her bed, with perfumes and some flowers,
Waiting for imponderables; her darkened powers.
 
She prepares the table, for the one below,
The one that enters, not through the door,
The midnight incubus, initiates the show,
He does so heavily, until the cockcrow.
 
Early the next day, a husband comes,
He finds his sweetheart, speaking in tongues,
Her slim body tattooed, with talons and fangs,
For her midnight visitor, had stolen her lungs.
 
He cries like a baby, for leaving her alone,
Then he holds her hand, ‘Oh baby I’m home’
Only then when he realize, she was long gone,
On the table was a letter; on it was a big stone.
 
He use to come every day, at the midnight,
Whenever I refused, he would start a big fight,
Threatening to eat me, that my heart was his right,
He loved it in darkness, he hated the light.
 
I had no the choice, Oh poor unlucky me,
I heard no your voice, you never called me,
The thought got me moist, nobody warmed me,
So he came to hoist, the flag that dangled me.
 
If we’re to meet again, maybe in the next life,
I won’t bear the pain, that of being your wife,
And I’ll wash the stain, the blood on my knife,
And I’ll curse again, for ruining my life.

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