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LIFE MOTIVATIONS

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 25 Nov 2013 10:04:00 +0000

THIS WORD, THESE PEOPLE

This world and its people growing by word

While raised by the product from the nipple

Too blind to see the coming of evil

Still sucking the candy of works of the devil

The word brings along vagary mandate

For our dreams to no sooner eliminate

Brains bleeding brains leaving the brainless

Yield worthlessness

The word leading its people to eternal life

Eternally suffering the situation considered rife

LIEN THE POET

OUR HAPPINESS

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 25 Nov 2013 09:54:00 +0000

THE LAST TIME WE LAUGHED

The last never list lime we laughed

we had our mothers and fathers around

Bound by their blessings

fled with wings of success

To succeed and eat the fruits of their success in their absence

The lovely times we danced ingoma to raise happiness in ourselves

LIEN THE POET

HIGH STREET POET AFFAIRS

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 09 Nov 2013 13:16:00 +0000

FROM THE DEEM WE ROSE BRIGHT

I opened my eyes to blink

All I see are clicks from beautiful chicks

To the other side men with their own bottles

Yelling at me .for the first time

It reminded me of word once told

When I had a crash on someone’s wife

That’s when I was five.

I gathered courage, yes the same courage

I once had when I was being whipped

For failing my math test

Gathered chips of the so called words

Spited the heaviest piece

Part of the perfect piece I kept deep down my deep heart

The piece I once used after four week

With sleepless night to concur she heard heavy heart.

With no heist like a beast raised my voice

Raise it with more heat to never let it down

Raised it to light they with deem feelings

Looked straight in eyes of men sitting to my right

Right staring at me.my heart pumped fast

As fast as when my friend told me he was dumped

Felt coldness the whole body, fear overwhelmed my whole

For the first time I wished on his mic to never again come near

.”You see us on stage but some of us it’s never that dear”

Held a mic to not leave it again with a wish only one in me

None Rather than wishing it could fly away my fear

My hands full of heat drought out a river of sweat

Lost the next line in my head, red to remember

Sitting under a big tree, yes we were tree I dad and ma mom

Chatting and chanting here my dad making mats

The sore motivation to this revolution in me

Saw my self writing square root of sixteen on

My school note book to later be torn by my dad to smoke

Here feeling over the moon that

Am about to be done with this mess

Right a way opened my round mouth

Bound with a spell of memories and said

” we gathered around stepped out feet on the ground”

Full of wisdom Ready to recite my favorite piece of freedom.

The stage became rough laughed at me

As I heard no noise voice I said in me

“is this going to happen twice”

Wanted to lie lye down or fly away

Just to find a way to run away with my shame but still saw no way

Conversations, people’s reactions freeze

Lights turned lighter my body turned light

The roomed squeezed and seemed small

Still clanged on my lines adding a word to a word

Trying to step down to end a stanza

My heart pushed word of a tang my mom never breast fed me

Falsha selsha the word welcoming freedom

To let the colors of the green shalmak wash a way our worries

Queries of slavery and memories of they the heroes who died on war

The mother raped in the eyes of her son

The man whose manhood cut in the eyes of her daughter

A quarter aged his age after forcefully forced to sleep with his father

A night mare she never once had testing where she came from

That poor child killed by being pound in a mortar

The pour necks which tasted the sharpness of a panga

Anger hunger that kid sitting on an anthill

Being bitten by eagles

For the first time felt the true essence of Saint Patrick’s Day

Long at last came to realize that it wasn’t only the Irish day

But my day chanting him who from the deem raised me

Feed me with talent and wisdom wisely

Raised me to always scatter words like roses in them

They teal they who never wished me risen.

HIGH STREET LIFE AFFAIRS

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 07 Nov 2013 12:33:00 +0000

THE VOICES OF THE DEAF
We much to nowhere trying to Convince
Them on high for reasons we don’t know why
I won’t lie we are those voice giving out no echoes
The fight of the unequal’s the beggars left out in the desert
To sink in the quicksand fighting for a drop of water
Hear life forcing us to weight teal later for a lap of luxury

We define the difference between needy and helpless
We with high hopes for hope of heavens not hell
Well we dream of once having sweet night mares
To match our heads full of magical malwares
Weighing weird wishes of the surplus from them the big shoots
Never with never fitting boots always wanting more
To give more explanation to dissatisfaction

We envy their dogs which feed on their left overs
We the sons of human horrors
For they died to make lives of they raping our wives
Just cause they scare us with sharp knives

LIEN THE POET

STRUGGLES IN LIFE, INJUSTICE AND PERSISTENCE

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 26 Oct 2013 12:28:00 +0000

Mr. Patron Nyirenda

LIFE IN THE SEA

We are all here alive

We differ from one another in shapes, size and names

But all in one area

Skin the difference of mine from others

Fewer than others but still surviving

Microscopic are some of the residents

But we are all covered in common water

Different sites with different topics on scene

Honored when solving common matters

Customers come to buy us disguised as real friends

Only to fly us in their pans

Relations differ from size and color

The explorers are eager with their tools

Within a few yards, we are hunted

The seller is serious with drying us on the sun

Amongst ourselves misunderstanding existing always

The blue whale should be our mother

The pipe fish wants to be our father

They use millipedes to catch our brothers

Hated as well as bothered

Working very hard just to satisfy the intruders

The bowhead whale swallows the shiner

Hidden all of us in a narrow tunnel

Waiting for an uncertain tomorrow funeral

After suffering we all bow to look for peace

Instead of sharing ideas and feelings, they cut us into pieces

We wish to stop crying

But relish is the sand of this land

Our Geography is quiet good

Our Biography is interestingly precious

But when we meet at the shore none is greater

We were all taught to swim

But sometimes we all sing

When we cry our tears are swallowed

In front of the snakes we are weak

Those with snails can resist

UNFULFILLED EXPECTATIONS

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 22 Oct 2013 11:25:00 +0000

A poem by Prince Lokendo

BUT NOW

I thought marriage would be holy

A carriage of love and caring and not folly

But now it’s a place of regrets and heartbreaks

Causing the young ones to suffer

I expected schools to be a tool

A weapon to make all minds full

Baking and brightening students’ future
But now it’s a road of hard rules and torture

I expected hospitals to cure

A house of treating people

But now it’s like a waiting place for death

Where patients are kept to die

I took churches as sanctified sanctuaries

Symbols of holiness and unity

But now they have turned into wrestling rings

Where people fight for positions

I considered courts as pillars of honesty and justice

But now they are corruption centers

Innocent people arrested

Leaving wives and children cold

I regarded police stations to be

Places for protection and security

But now they are houses of robbers and thieves

Who rob and judge fairly unfair

Performing Arts At City of Stars

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 18 Oct 2013 10:45:00 +0000

Boom! Boom! City Of Stars here we come!

After a series of performances in different professional stages, the performing artists were up for a bigger task. Being lined up for a performance at the City Of stars festival was not perceived as a belittled assignment. This came to be upon the reception of an invitation from Lake Of Stars organizers for the artists to present at the city of stars festival what they do best-Theatrical Performance.

It was a cool and sunny Saturday afternoon (28th Sept, 2013) at the Lilongwe sanctuary lodge which was the venue for the festival where everyone was excited by the prospect of performances by different artists on schedule. The performing artists were also included on the day's schedule to present what they had prepared for the day.

Neil the Master Of ceremony stood on stage after the Amahoro drummers had just finished

entertaining the crowd with their hilarious drumming abilities." Next on stage is a group of artists from Dowa, give it up for them," he introduced them on stage. They (performing artists) were filled with nervous emotions prior to their performance due to the excitement and gravity of the occasion. However, they gathered courage and turned the nervousness into competent and enthusiastic ability. With a quick morale routine, they stepped on the stage.

Their performance was divided into three sections. The initial section was composed of a choreographic dance. Four of the artists from the group emerged as dancers . Three girls and a young man stepped on the platform and posed into the preset waiting for the music to play. All of a sudden, the music started playing and the dancers danced to it with matching rhythmic movements. The audience members were moved with the twisting and stretching of the dancers' bodies. What an eye catching dance that was! The dancers stepped off the stage after the performance.

The dance was followed by a drama in which the actors played characters of real existing people rather than fictitious ones. The audience was excited to hear characters such as will Jameson (director of lake of stars), Tamanda Mbendera (city of stars project manager) and many others. Actually, the play was aimed at sensitizing people on lake of stars aims and objectives, prompting them into evaluating what lake of stars has contributed so far to Malawi and around the globe. Entertaining the crowd was also another motive behind the play. The audience really enjoyed the play.

The last section of the performance was another choreographic dance whereby the very same first dancers lined up for another moment of cheering up the crowd. They danced with a background song "thong song" by Sisqo. This time considering the fact that it was a finale, they really did it with great energy. The dance was solely aimed at entertaining the crowd. The aim was accomplished given the fact that the audience started engaging with them during the course of dancing. Towards the end of the dance, the artists came together for a bow. The crowd cheered and applauded for the fantastic effort of the performing artists who were then going off the stage.

After the performance, Mrs. Temwa had this to say, "congratulations guys, you have done a great job. I hope you keep the wonderful work you are doing and reach very far with your talents."

IT'S MY TIME

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 16 Oct 2013 11:49:00 +0000

MASUMBUKO RAMAZAN RHAM

Long time ago I was crying a lot,

And now the tears are finish in my eyes,
It's my time to laugh
showing my happiness that God gives me,

It's long time that I have carried loads on the back,
Now my legs are tired,
It's my time to walk with my own legs free
To show the power of GOD

I am tired to carry bags or tools on my back,
I am tired to be given every day,
Even if they say: both, giving and receiving is life
why should I remain a beggar?
It' my time to give, to offer, to finance you,

I am tired to be colonized
I am tired to be shouted at every day
I am tired to be under control
I am tired to be civil
I am tired to be a bodyguard,
It's my time to lead,to preside over you,

It's long time I remained on bed sleeping,
It's a long time you took me young
It's a long time you take me as student
It's my time to be taken as old human,
why not as teacher, professor, or Leader as you are ?

Oh! Africa,
I was denied, ignored and oppressed
It's my time to be considered as one of the powerful park
Every one saw me in darkness,
And considered me as an house of all bad things
It's my time to stand in the light and speak out

Show my goodness and my beauty
A river with pure drinking water
here everyone is in need of.

It's true that I was a blind with open eyes,
It's true that I was a victim of ignorance
It's true that I was a free prisoner
It's my time to see and recognize where I am

If you dig a pit for me, you dig one for yourself
Whatever the duration of the night
The Sun eventually appears
You hid me longtime in your black bag
It' my time to appear, so I can realize and execute my dream

It's my time, It's my time, It's my time!

BY: MASUMBUKO RAMAZAN RHAM 

HIGH STREET LIFE AFFAIRS

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 16 Oct 2013 10:09:00 +0000

WE ARE BLESSED

The safe strongest security

To put a barrier to my opportunity

The hindrance of my own ability

The eternal imprisonment

I’m really blessed and this is reality

We are truly blessed

The wonderful education

Essential in this situation

Hardly preparing dzalekian youth

Towards being hopeless hoping beings

Hopes forever hoping stepping ahead

To The top horn of this edification

Blessed we are never cursed

The councilors to make us understand

The possibility of making the trinity

With trauma stress and anxiety

Drawing peace of mind from pieces of miseries

Being confident to dry tears with mare strategies

The kids crying with hunger Mom left early

In the morning No fuel in the house

The maize is almost finished by mouse

You are blessed with trees behind the house

To watch them like a man on a tower

To wait for a word from they on power

We are blessed with young girls of some

Just witnessed the shooting of breasts

To bring us more surprises to our time

Line up quarries of miseries

Some to bring about kids yet kids too

Some to even heart break their fathers

And bring some advancement to this

High street love affairs enchantments

We are more than blessed

Only life and frustrations keep us stressed

When we see our kids in streets undressed

Give ourselves hope in our hearts like never before

That to the dust god our vagaries are raised

Our prayers answered when heavens remembers us

To let the moon bring what to survive on

Appreciate more when youth step down on their grandmothers

To survive what they never fled from

Days and nights with nothing in their bellies

LIEN THE POET

THE D CITY

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 12 Oct 2013 13:54:00 +0000

It’s our land we the dustmen

Cars crazily cruses through the city

Money makers trying all they can to long last

Watch their young ones playing jump ups games

To rise the dust incense

D city d; dzaleka city in d; dowa too d; too dusty city

Too dust to anoint our dark skin to brown

Our brain to bright our spirits to quite

Too dusty to turn our faces old

Turning our impatience for bright future to endurance

We the suffering alumnae

LIEN THE POET

My life as a refugee

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 11 Oct 2013 15:07:00 +0000

Masumbuko Ramazan

This is a project that performing artists are working on it.
It will take all concepts of refugee life, include advantages and disadvantages.

After doing two weeks of researching in Dzaleka refugee Camp,
see how refugees are living in the camp, their background education, their health and hope.
performing artists are thinking how to make a film and a story book about refugee life.

EVENT MANAGEMENT WORKSHOP

noreply@blogger.com (SUPER PERFOMING ARTS) — Fri, 11 Oct 2013 15:05:00 +0000

Fruits of City of Stars Events Management Training.

On Wednesday 09 October 2013, at Dzaleka Refugee camp.

After a course of Events Management plan by City of Star in Lilongwe Nation Library on 26 September 2013, three participants from Dzaleka Mr Masumbuko Ramadan, Shadrack Ndacayisenga and Joseph Kabila Bahulule, organize a home coming sharing workshop in JC :HEM building for ten people.

Ten people from Extra curricular activities, and performing Arts graduates were invited to be the audience of the workshop.

The main objective of this learning is to prepare the event or festival in Lilongwe Lingadzi Inn before the year takes end.

The topics of this workshop are :

EVENT CONCEPTION

EVENT PLANNING

TEAM SETTINGS

EVENT MARKETING AND PROMOTION

SPONSORSHIP AND BUDGET

SECURITY PLAN

EVALUATION

The workshop started at 9 :00 and finished at 12 :00.

DOWA POETRY AND DANCE FESTIVAL

noreply@blogger.com (SUPER PERFOMING ARTS) — Tue, 06 Aug 2013 21:48:00 +0000

The Grand performance in Dowa, Malawi.

4th August POETRY & DANCE FESTIVAL

Welcome to Performing Arts!!

noreply@blogger.com (SUPER PERFOMING ARTS) — Wed, 26 Jun 2013 10:39:00 +0000

Where Artists And Non-artist Meet

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to see a dance piece where the dancers danced in the first act and in the second showed the audience how to dance? Wouldn't it be wonderful to see a musical where in the first act the actors sang and in the second we all sang together?...This is...how artists should be—we should be creators and also teach the public how to be creators, how to make art, so that we may all use that art together." Augato Boal -Games for Actors and on-Actors (1992). Pages 246-247