THE UNCANNY PICNIC

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Part 2: Keeping My Promise

The heart throbbing in my throat,
Grotesque hands tighten my neck
Two bold fingers block my nostrils,
As my eyes are about to squirt out

With the scarce air left in my lungs,
I hardly breathe through the mouth
Unable to utter even a single word
Nor produce any yell of rescue

Everything in her soaked eyes,
Her hands tied behind her back,
Yelling and screaming she keeps
“Get up and fight back
I don’t want to lose you now!”

This sweet voice hits my eardrum
Touches and heals every wounded part
Its charm restores my strength
With just a single shot,
I then manage to win the battle

Smiling blithely in my heart,
I crawl gallantly towards her
Upon realising those cuts on me,
Tears trickle down her cheeks

Beholding me in a piteous plight,
She score her lips on my forehead,
Flash a big smile, stroke my arms
And sing a verse:

“You promised you’d die for me
Suffer for me
Walk the wire for me
Do the impossible to save my life

“Now here you are
Hold my hand
And let’s sing
A love song together”

— Bright Madziva

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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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