Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe
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Poem "Our Golden Girl":
- written August 2009
- published August 28, 2009
- viewed 22 times
Other poems by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe:
»A Prayer for Transformation«
»A Question of Beauty«
»A Sketch of Democracy«
»Amidst the Boring Brown«
»At The Golf Course ' 97«
»Crime and grime«
»Doomed Destiny«
»Dreaming In Limbo«
»Easy Crossing the Balustrade«
»Emerging Images«
»End of Time«
»Fading Hope«
»Friendship«
»From The Inside Looking In«
»Hopelessness«
»If you turn the pages...«
»In The Name Of Freedom«
»Legend Brother«
»Let it not be said then (an English sonnet)«
»Life's Order«
»Listen«
»Loneliness«
»Love, My Friends (an English sonnet)«
»More Blessings«
»Mother Africa«
»Mothers, Women, Wives«
»No more«
»Of misery and Anguish«
»Old Man«
»On Saying Goodbye«
»Once Upon A time«
»Political Condoms«
»Relationships«
»Sing Our Song«
»Street Child«
»Sweet Bondage«
»Take The Bull By The Horns«
»The 'Human Garbage'«
»The 'X' of Exile«
»The Brown Messiah«
»The Cold Day Unveils«
»The Knocking Woodpecker«
»The meaning of loneliness«
»The Poets Have Spoken«
»The Prison I'm Not In«
»The Way«
»Things I Miss In Exile«
»This Life - An Oxymoron«
»True Love«
»When in your eyes It looks«
»When the end beckons«
»Zany«
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Poem "Our Golden Girl":
- written August 2009
- published August 28, 2009
- viewed 22 times
Other poems by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe:
»Our Golden Girl«
by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe
Cast not in bronze;
Cast not in silver;
But in gold from Egoli-
the very African womb!
That's our Caster, the golden girl.
Went to Europe with a big ego
to bring back the gold
Oh, our Caster so bold!
So fearless as to strike fear
In their chicken hearts, hear!
Beaten at it they weave tales
So tall they fail to see
Who you are golden girl.
Remember, sister of ours
Silence is a fotress and
your win surreal to THEM.
Cast not in silver;
But in gold from Egoli-
the very African womb!
That's our Caster, the golden girl.
Went to Europe with a big ego
to bring back the gold
Oh, our Caster so bold!
So fearless as to strike fear
In their chicken hearts, hear!
Beaten at it they weave tales
So tall they fail to see
Who you are golden girl.
Remember, sister of ours
Silence is a fotress and
your win surreal to THEM.
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