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The Sailors Review (TSR), a digital premier arts publication with Zimbabwean roots, has yet to disappoint. From the very first piece on a 15-year-old published author, Phakemenkosi Mangena, to the ending classifieds, Issue No.62 of TSR is a voyage worth taking.
Mbira DzeNharira’s song Bhurugwa Rembwa officially published on the 12th of August 2022. This song was published by The Sailors Music Collection a speaks to parts of me beyond my conscious experience and although I can’t decipher the lyrics of the song and don’t know if it’s connected to the following quote, I find kinship in both the song and quote:
"As human beings we tend to dwell on trivialities, we love all the other creations but hate fellow humans with a passion. Bombs, guns, missiles whose sole purpose is to kill one another are big business worldwide. Let us redefine the purpose of life and do away with sick minds that thrive on physically destroying ourselves” ~Tendayi Gahamadze (2022)
Kennedy Ochieng photo courtesy of plotscreativesmagazine.com |
As the teeth peep through
The narrow windows of our smile
Giving a reflection of our heart
As sun's heat warm our souls
Even when its stare scare.
Never deny nature
One of the most precious gifts
The gift of a smile and love
That surpasses human understanding
Like showers of rain that kiss the desert
Love of a different kind by J C Wayne |
And what a story to encounter in Martin Chivaku’s profile of Freddy Macha, An African Influent! A multi-talented individual if there ever was one, Macha’s story is compelling. Even the story he tells about how he started writing is alluring. If you read nothing else, I recommend this piece. Of course, you’d be missing out on an awful lot if you limited yourself to this one piece.
J R Turek |
“For those who think there’s nothing to write about, consider this. I have a collection of poems on dust. Yes, dust. Close your eyes, open your eyes, there are poems waiting to be written everywhere.
"For me, poetry is like breathing – I can’t imagine my life without it. I love the metaphor ‘poetry is in my blood.’ If I slit open a vein, poetry would pour out.”
Three of J R's Poetry Collections |
Poem by Makomborero Nhau |
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