“I’m living according to the law of hand outs, I’m living under the law of charity, I’m living under the law of being used.” PainSadnessAfrican LiteratureAfrican ArtAfrican PoetryAfrican WriterDepth Of ColourDefinition Of ColourSpears Of AfricaDefinition Of My Pigment Author:Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche
“Mother! Ripped apart. Reaped stones of poverty, weeds that sprouted. Grown to fast, crowned young mother. HIV reaped the harvest of my parents left me with nothing but toddler to take care of. Robbed my youth and my hey days, left naked among a thousand suns. The splendor, the splendor of pain. My face is beautiful broken pottery, a poetry art scene. The screams inside ravage and rammer the very child born along thorns of anguish.” PainPoetrySufferingWomanhoodRapeAfrican LiteratureColour PetuniaAfrican Philosophy Book:Depth of colour Source: Depth of colour
“A dance with the clouds. After this dance what next. When charcoal becomes ambers and fire remind us about sweet melodies. When human emotions stop to sing and we marry our sins. A dance in between fences and living inside furnaces. A million stars had dropped, a million moons spurred hope under our broken shadows. I remain here, I remain dancing with the clouds.” PhilosophyPoetryMovementAfrican LiteratureAfrican ArtDepth Of ColourColour Petunia Book:Depth of colour Source: Depth of colour
“you think humans are better off in war than in peace? Do you think humans understand each other or they pretend? Do you think the depth of colour is skin deep? Do you think humanity can ever live in peace? Do you think we are lunatics who try to sedate the barbarism?” African LiteratureAfrican ArtDepth Of ColourAfrican AnthologySpell Of My PigmentAfrican SociologyBlack Artist Quotes Author:Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche
“I’m black that’s what runs deep inside my soul. I’m Nile that what makes me perennial I’m Okavango that’s what makes me mysterious I’m the lake Tanganyika thus what bellows deep inside I’m black,I’m deep jet I’m Chinhoyi thus what makes me constant I’m Kalahari thus what makes me amazing I’m black as an onyx I’m coal that’s what makes me thermal” African LiteratureAfrican ArtAfrican PoetryDepth Of ColourDefinition Of ColourSpears Of Africa Author:Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche
“Petunias The mind filled, littered and polluted by black petunias The horror of the naked decaying sun over our heads Graves crumbling, hills erecting, mountains sinking The stinking, smelling melodious melodies Yarrows growing in my heart Rage on my body Anger on my soul Darkness of all the hate Manifesting Xyris the abandoned beauty Eyes dogged and damned!” PoetryPoetry QuoteAfrican LiteratureFlowers QuotesDepth Of ColourColour PetuniaActivist Quotes Book:Depth of colour Source: Depth of colour
“I WAS ABUSED! I WAS A VICTIM OF ABUSE. HE SPIT SPUT, DOGGED MY SPINE, DAMAGED MY RIB, PUNCHED MY FACE, RIPPED MY CLOTHES OFF. MOURNED ON MY BODY, SQUEEZED MY SKIN, PIMPED AND POUNDED THROUGH IT, CUT MY HYMEN INTO TINY PIECES OF FLESH, GONG GONG THE CATHOLIC BELL. RUN THROUGH ME, POISED AND MY BACK WAS HIS BRIDGE. PRUNED MY UNRIPE SKIN, FETISH ON MY SKIN I WAS THERE WATCHING HIM. SEPARATED FROM MY BODY AND SOUL. A VINE WITH OUT FLAVOR THAT WHAT HE LEFT. A VINE WITHOUT TASTE THAT WHAT HE LEFT.” African LiteratureAfrican CultureAfrican HistoryActivism QuotesColour PetuniaAbuse Movement Book:Depth of colour Source: Depth of colour
“Are we above or is just another story? Is it human nature? Is it just a norm? Is it segregation causing these deadly wars? Is poverty leading us to the stagnant sea of prostitution? Is the pauperism playing a role in tarnishing our image? Is paucity injecting a lethal poison in our morals? Is penury eating civilization and destroying families? Is the prison meant for classes in the society? Is bribery a new Godly law? Are drugs manufactured for us to numb the pain? Are we scared of reality? Is it true that fathers are disappearing in the society podium? Is it true that the lack of manhood is the root of all question marks? Is it true that the adequate fathers in the society are destroying the sanity of children? Is it true that our uncontrollable passions are born because we lack a muse” African Philosopher QuotesAfrican LiteratureAfrican PoetryDepth Of ColourDefinition Of ColourSpears Of AfricaSpell Of My PigmentZimbabwean Art Author:Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche