Preston Mwiinga Poems

When I got you, you were that village girl who was so beautiful though naive in your ways of life.
I was ready to love you because you were my parents best choice for me.
The more time I spent with you, My love grew like a tree planted in a fertile land.
I bathed you with treated water and and put ointments on you. I clothed you with an embroidered dress written on it, ‘I stole your heart' and put sandals of fine leather on you.
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Ine skiny yanga niija ya black,
Sisi zanga niza black.
Elo namansapato yanga naeve niya black.
But I am so proud to be born of a black skin.
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My life has become like the theater, Lusaka play house. Where you take me for Bob mkosha.
My activities are that of public interest busy watching them like you are watching a new movie on the big screen at fresh-view cinema and eating popcorn navima freezit vo dula.
On twitter I have few followers but in reality so many.
You have forgotten all those important tasks you have just to study my life.
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I am loving the best, and I am proud.
I may delay in telling you I love you,
I may delay in publicizing our love on the social media.
Your friends may think i do not better plans for you.
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The words of my mother echoed in my ears reminding me of the how cruel the world can be if you allow some women to use you.
She said to me,
'Mwana wandi Kuli Delaila! Iwe walalila kwati wa baela when she milks the Naira from you.'
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He knew that rest lay somewhere up ahead,
but he could never quite reach it. The story of his life brings us face to face with a man burdened with an incredible mission.
Environmentalists talk about saving species from extinction,
but for Noah it was more than the talk.
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The day lelo has come,
Vaushimbe ine vasila kabili lelo nakwitila.
Namupeza mukazi wapanyumba and I call my running mate.
Day yanga yachikwati, nalemba yachizungu ija diary come on everyone celebrate with me because today is my happy day.
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Each and every moment I walk in fear because I do not know who will take away my life.
It is not like I am a fugitive No! But because I am an albino,
Some do not even want to seat next to me,
Eating with me is like they are feeding on vomit,
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Black is beautiful and I am proud to be born black. It has the chocklet. Chocklate is sweet no wonder everyone likes it, so is my skin color. Proud to be born black.
Black is not cursed, God is God of all of us, he loves the black skin just like he loves the one skin, because of this I will not be intimidated about my skin color because black is beautiful.
Black is beautiful because it is a symbol of strength seen from the hardworking miners at chambeshi mines, or as strong as an Africa woman carrying a calabash on her head. Being black is my pride and this I will not hide as I ride on the fertile land of the blacks, black is beautiful.
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HIV and your friend Aids, whilst working together you have terrorized my saul. You have made me an outcast in the society. You have brought segregation to my life.
Those that claimed to love me have deserted me my life has become so dry like the Sahara desert.
My life is flooded with problems like the floods behind the Tsunami causing a lot of harm than good.
You have disfigured my body causing it to have a lot of potholes. My face has shrunk like I am that ablution block that has been emptied by a sewerage tanker.
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