Monthly Archives: June 2012

Show me some respect

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My belly has been sore from birth
I swallowed pebbles whose value no one knew about
To get to them you needed a plan so clear
When you removed some of them from my belly your worth improved
Yet I feel taken advantage of
Misused, unappreciated, under-valued.
Show me some respect!!!

My tears run down my face creating a web of fissures deep and long
I only thank heavens for the shower I take in due season
If only I could drink of my tears like you do
I would derive benefit from my sorrows
Yet in all this pain and suffering your joy is made complete
Show me some respect!!!

You dug my body making holes with total disregard for my pain
You proceeded to throw organisms that grew and sucked all my energy
How I felt the pressure from the veins which ran through me
And the weight of what I had to carry for your benefit
Yet through your familiarity I carry no preciousness in your eyes
Show me some respect!!!

My tears wash me away and you are not bothered
The heavy winds blow me away in all directions and you have no compassion
Yet I account for the lavish houses you occupy
And all the fruit you pluck from the tentacles of my hair
When will I ever be thanked for my sacrifices? I wonder
Show me some respect!!!

I am tired of being trampled upon mercilessly
Everything in the air finds peace and stability when it steps and rests on my head
Through it all I look and wonder why you have turned into this villain
And lack gratitude in your attitude
Hear my cry and attend to my wishes
Show me some respect!!!

Without me you would be floating endlessly
Without my permission a lot of what you possess would not be with you
Surely I am not asking for too much
All I want is protection and preservation
So that you and I can have a long lasting existence
Show me some respect that I deserve!!!

Your lost relatives so dear to you at some point
The family decided to give them a decent burial
No one else was there to provide the much needed cover
As one that gives you respect, I was available
They lie still in my bosom, much to my unconditional love
Please, show me some respect!!!

What would you do without soil in your lives?
Would the planet be called earth without its many shades?
Would this world have the happiness and stability in its absence?
And yet mankind has not given away the one wish in its voice
“Show me respect for my existence. Soil is my name.”

Rabison Shumba (c) 2012

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I am an entrepreneur

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My genes are punctuated with a desire to sell
Sell something, anything to anyone who has the value to exchange with
I am moved when the bank balance improves to reflect the transaction
At that point I then exclaim with boldness
That I am truly and entrepreneur

Some see challenges but I see opportunities
While they murmur and complain I am growing my business
They all don’t seem to realize one thing which is clear
That every problem is a chance to make money
I now know that I am an entrepreneur

Give me a problem and I will give you a solution
Spell out your needs and I am here to meet them
I will bring the answers to your greatest quests
I will deliver solutions even those you never asked for
I will also bring my invoice
So that you confirm that I am truly an entrepreneur

I am done being exploited by those who seemed to want to help me
I have learnt my lessons from those who exploited me
I am thankful for the apprenticeship in this new found passion
To grow the money I have for generations after me
I am out to create new wealth and new business
Just so that the world will realize that I am an entrepreneur

I am good at talking and I make money from it
I use my gifts and talents to create the future I desire
Wealth creation is my mission
Solution provision is my passion
I will turn every inconvenience to positive energy
I will turn every desolate place into a living paradise
I will make through it you won’t even doubt it
All you will do is proclaim what I know
That I am an entrepreneur

I am done with procrastination, my chance has come
I will turn every idea into reality
No longer will I harbour good intentions that take me nowhere
I will turn every intention, thought and ambition into tangibles
I will convert my losses into gains
Just then you will all realize that I am an entrepreneur

I will be innovative and creative
I will strive to do what was never done before
If anyone has ever created what I am thinking of they will be the copycat
I will no longer sit on my dreams and aspirations
I will make this world a better place for me and others
The world will come to know
That I am an entrepreneur

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Did she deserve this?

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Poem dedicated to all children, born and unborn – (c) Rabison Shumba – 22 June 2012

She did not apply for it
She did not beg anyone for it
She did not even wish or think about it
Because she was not even there
To be involved in it

She was a person right at conception
She grew speedily under the womb’s protection
She did not know anything about recession
Yet she was considered a blockage to the mother’s ambition
Yet this girl was modelled to perfection
Did she deserve what was coming her way?

An attempt to decimate her existence came
A plan to eliminate her was hatched all the same
It seemed like a joke but the mother was not about to play a game
She was resolute to make the little embryo vanish to protect her name
At all cost she did not want hindrance to her fame
Did the little girl deserve this short lived existence?

She arrived on earth to a huge frown both parents
They both felt they did not have a cent even for her garments
Yet she was not involved in their intimacy sentiment
All she did was agree to become their remnant
Not knowing what was coming would be permanent
Did she really deserve this treatment?

She was lame from birth from the attempted abortion
Her brain was damaged without her permission
She could not grow to tackle her own mission
Yet she never applied to be born in an ablution
She never placed an order for this condition
Honestly, did she deserve this confusion?

There was no love no emotion
From the ones who contributed to her creation
She failed to grow due to physical repression
Of her tiny body due to compression
From the pressures of life that sought her decimation
Now she is motionless after dehydration
Tell me, did she really deserve this concoction?

Mothers and would be mothers
Fathers and aspiring fathers
Heed to the call of the voiceless
Listen to the voice of reason
Before you make a decision towards intimacy
Consider the results of your ecstasy
Be prepared for the outcomes of your fantasy
Because a child surely does not deserve your negligence

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