GIGANTI GIGANTI PERFORMING
My signature
At seventeen, I entered High school,
I signed admittance documents.
At nineteen, I enrolled for a Psychology Degree at University,
I signed admittance documents.
At twenty three I graduated with a lower second degree class,
I signed for my certificate.
I signed admittance documents.
At nineteen, I enrolled for a Psychology Degree at University,
I signed admittance documents.
At twenty three I graduated with a lower second degree class,
I signed for my certificate.
At twenty four, I became a clinical psychologist,
I signed my first employment contract.
At twenty five I had to sign my life
To a man I loved since childhood.
Our traditional wedding took place under a huge Msasa tree in Guruve communal lands,
On the 25th of April 1992.
I signed my first employment contract.
At twenty five I had to sign my life
To a man I loved since childhood.
Our traditional wedding took place under a huge Msasa tree in Guruve communal lands,
On the 25th of April 1992.
I had made a vow to God.
To follow our traditional Shona culture of purity before marriage
So I did wed as a virgin
My in laws gave me a traditional white cloth for purity
And the church gave me a white bible.
Oh, how I remember these events so vividly.
To follow our traditional Shona culture of purity before marriage
So I did wed as a virgin
My in laws gave me a traditional white cloth for purity
And the church gave me a white bible.
Oh, how I remember these events so vividly.
Our wedding was like a royal rumble
Songsters sang sonorously
The grass and trees also sang along
We were greeted by a fanfare of people
Blowing traditional trumpets- mbira and hosho
It was a real jamboree
Everyone had gathered to witness our signatures
Songsters sang sonorously
The grass and trees also sang along
We were greeted by a fanfare of people
Blowing traditional trumpets- mbira and hosho
It was a real jamboree
Everyone had gathered to witness our signatures
“You may embrace the bride”
These words from the late Reverend Moyo fifteen years ago,
Always ululate in my mind as if it was fifteen days ago
My husband gave me these handmade sandals as a wedding token.
I loved you Lawrence Marshal Moto.
Rest in peace my darling husband.
These words from the late Reverend Moyo fifteen years ago,
Always ululate in my mind as if it was fifteen days ago
My husband gave me these handmade sandals as a wedding token.
I loved you Lawrence Marshal Moto.
Rest in peace my darling husband.
I signed almost every paper in my life
But my greatest signature,
Was when I signed the marriage papers on that day during the harvest season.
I reached the zenith of my bliss.
Quavering in disbelief.
For real I had married a romantic protagonist of my life.
But my greatest signature,
Was when I signed the marriage papers on that day during the harvest season.
I reached the zenith of my bliss.
Quavering in disbelief.
For real I had married a romantic protagonist of my life.
With my signature, I lost my virginity happily
Inside our round hutted bedroom on top of a reed mat.
It was a dream come true.
I changed my name from Chiedza Adriana Mugove
To Chiedza Adriana Moto.
Oh, how beautiful it rhymed
Inside our round hutted bedroom on top of a reed mat.
It was a dream come true.
I changed my name from Chiedza Adriana Mugove
To Chiedza Adriana Moto.
Oh, how beautiful it rhymed
Unfortunately, my greatest signature became my greatest snare.
I had signed my virginity to an HIV positive man.
I felt annihilated and cheated.
By a man I loved more than life itself.
I had signed my virginity to an HIV positive man.
I felt annihilated and cheated.
By a man I loved more than life itself.
After all the long wait my Lord
What I got was HIV
I lost the will to survive
Lawrence had lost it for the umpteenth time a long time ago
So he died five years later
On the eleventh day of the seven month 1997
He was buried on an anthill in Guruve communal lands
I signed for his death certificate.
What I got was HIV
I lost the will to survive
Lawrence had lost it for the umpteenth time a long time ago
So he died five years later
On the eleventh day of the seven month 1997
He was buried on an anthill in Guruve communal lands
I signed for his death certificate.
I have forgiven you may husband.
Today I am coping well.
Though at times I feel lackadaisical.
But my rectitude keeps me going.
I turned forty last week.
Today it’s my fifteenth year living positively with HIV.
Today I am coping well.
Though at times I feel lackadaisical.
But my rectitude keeps me going.
I turned forty last week.
Today it’s my fifteenth year living positively with HIV.
Our signatures were important.
They gave us a strong personality later in life.
It was not easy to accept my tragedy.
But I tell you, if it was not for your signature.
I would not have been this ascetic.
I would not have become a Systemic Family Therapist.
And I would not have saved people’s lives.
I became a living example to the hopeless.
They gave us a strong personality later in life.
It was not easy to accept my tragedy.
But I tell you, if it was not for your signature.
I would not have been this ascetic.
I would not have become a Systemic Family Therapist.
And I would not have saved people’s lives.
I became a living example to the hopeless.
At forty I am signing my life.
I will always sign it.
In remembrance of those great signatures.
We both scribbled many years ago.
I wish you could sign again.
For I know you were not a sadist.
Till we meet again
I leave you this, MY SIGNATURE.
I will always sign it.
In remembrance of those great signatures.
We both scribbled many years ago.
I wish you could sign again.
For I know you were not a sadist.
Till we meet again
I leave you this, MY SIGNATURE.
Reproduced with Lance Muteyo's permission and taken from the blog giftsinopenhands.wordpress.com/2012/09/03/99-days-of-pentecost-two-weddngs-in-zimbabwe/. I cannot wait for the poetry compilation.
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Pink Rose xxx
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