May I have your attention? Would you just let me hold your hands? The hands that conceal every secret of life I mean all the secrets about tomorrow.
Promise me you will answer my questions How best can I plan for you? Do you have any gifts for me? If you have, what kind are they?
My mind is confused, but I’m eager to know Almost every day, I think about you I wish you were my friend, and I yours Maybe you could tell me the secret of life.
BRIGHT MADZIVA is a Zimbabwean Poet, Writer and Music Educationist. Music and Writing
allow him to express his thoughts and emotional experiences properly to the world. He is a recorded musician with eight single tracks to his name. He is a born musician and was later
trained at Kwanongoma College of Music (United College of Education) in Bulawayo. He majored in song writing, mbira playing and vocalist. Presently, Madziva works with the Autism Organization of Zimbabwe in
a bid to use his music and writing skills to provide the best therapy to autistic children. His
main goal is to complement his voice and ink in advocating for the marginalized. He strongly
believes that the Art of writing and the Art of song are the best tools to bring a positive change
and peace to the world.
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