taming with the pen

in the world of brain and pen

of frivolous games

entties that bring shame

let us all malpractice tame

tame with the mighty pen

the pen is our most prized tool of trade

with the pen we will jump every enemy gate

our mandate to take

by Luckson Mupakamiso makaya


Ever present allay

long standing a




with is will l align

in him I m alive

his sure word my guide


by Luckson Mupakamiso

laying hold……

To of Grace the word …..

hold on ……

remain rooted and strong….

sing a joyous song …..

the Lord Jesus makes right every wrong….

all knees shall bow….

knees ,feeble and strong . both …

his blood was shed sins to wash…

laying hold to of his blood the gush….

by Luckson Mupakamiso


Contagious hunger

The rumbling stomach awoke me from the deep slumber , l could not drowse anymore ,awake ,active but hungry ,needed food badly ,despite having eaten some hours earlier afore taking a nap .still l needed a morsel to crunch and ease the growing protest of my stomach.


Forcefully ,with dexterity I pushed the cover bed some inches to the unpainted dust wall to permit my vertically challenged, short frame to cautiously slide to the cold ceramic tiles ,upon hitting the ground with a thud I shuffled my little winter cracked feet to the kitchen .The kitchen was the only place that had attracted my attention a will ,and made me to leave the comfort of the furnace of a cover bed , of many colours that my late mother in her divine wisdom had sewn for us .


All precautionary measures were undertaken so as not to woke my little brothers,not that I cared not to disturb their perhaps peaceful drowse ,but it was all because I wanted to partake the left overs without sharing and interference ,that was the potential conflict of interest that I wanted to avoid by every overt and covert shred gimmick and  grain trick known in the grey matters of my brain.


Awoken by perpetual hunger,

determined to partake the interiors leftovers bowel,


I had the urge ,

made a pledge.


To break the gates of the oven cage and partake

all the leftovers in my rumbling belly to take.


To the brim, neck,

determined and awake.


Little was known that my brothers and I were wired with pheromones ,the chemical signal believed to be the unique possession of ants ,which allows the tiny influential and well coordinated creatures use after locating food. There is a growing belief among academics and ,clue pregnant researchers advancing Artificial Intelligence phenomenon ,these many scholars ,some self appointed scholars elevate the mimicking behavioral  patterns of ants in advancing Artificial Intelligence supposition.


Pheromones ,it is rumored that after an ant find food ,happy takes it back back to the sophisticated nest ,leaving behind a pheromone trail that will attract others in a colony .The more ants or colony (in their seemingly manifold ,multitudinous numeric) the stronger the pheromone.

After having heated the food about to take the first morsel my brother Blessing announced from behind “I’m in ” while taking a chair next to mine, my other brother silently dived into the bowel without announcement or warning .









contagious it was ,

in those early hours ;

fascinating was the drama;

for food the persistent clamor.




by Luckson Mupakamiso



Oh ! What can i say,

of this light that brightens the day,

light that lights up the way.



she blesses one ‘s day ,

of her splendour ,l have much to say,

for her attention, everything in me I will pay.



of the stunning looks I will say,

of her uniqueness I will praise,

for Nyari ! ,my voice I raise,

making noise in adoration.



by Luckson Mupakamiso


Why resorting to non -progressive infighting ,

Each other reputation shelling ,

Every grain of image shredding ,


Character assassinating ,

attracting publicity,

perceived nemesis’s  persona  tarnishing


by Luckson Mupakamiso