Emmanuel Sairosi

Biography

My stories are about the journey across that river. My stories capture their rapture. The tragedy of their journey is an indignity that shames humanity.

Samples

So immense is the tide symphoning me for a ride thunderously threatening to terminate and trounce it wrestles rustles restlessly rendering me redundant scurrying and prying for my life purposefully l pray courage confused caresses of ceasing hope battle beyond bargaining strength surrendering surreptiously nearer my God to thee. Yes l went to Shinge’s house down the corner of Zamalungwane street the battered cigarette stomps told the story expectancy massaging my curiosity l knocked past Sintinga Avenue but I did not see Hupenyu i ran to Simba’s house to Thabo to Bothwell, Brighton, Lovemore to Ronald, Finch Tobias, Nyamotsi Mluleki, Tsitsi, Alice, Shupikai, Keresenzia then l reality sank in, the children were all gone but l had to be sure it can not be running down to my high school friends Reason, Sherperd, Nhlanhla, Mbekezeli past Unity avenue down Independence street along Freedom way l ran they had to be there four years is a long time my friends had to know l was in town like old times sake we had to run and queue for bread sitting in front of the grocery store spotting girls with a serious behind guess l should have stayed beyond Limpopo the silence was so deafening concealing the voices gone where are all your children my homeland who will bury you tomorrow such haemorhage to distant mountains across Limpopo how can such a tragedy be allowed when l knocked on her door yes they told me that one he went last week, last month she went last year, two years ago, she has not called l asked again how they were doing tears embraced my Sherlock Holmes ingenious, when l asked again, when the children are coming back to rejoice in the land of my forefathers the buzzing noise created by the housefly told the tale, of a nation that lies rotten and desolate abandoned by its children Tears and fears daggers and spears made to bear the brunt demon possessed they hunt a better tomorrow so long adieu my sorrow reality courtesy call, wither wishes today hands and body decorated in stitches humble like a lamb in submission tyranny unleashing oppression children feasting exploitation head leaning on the window of the train spatters menacing outside heavily it rains lost in the journey across virgin forests lies the rail canning nonchalance celebrating conquest what remains metal crushing lacerating the pain cemetery lies in my head colonizing my brain famished, thirsty while precious water goes down the drain bludgeoning, pounding ahead oh my spirit sail forgotten sprawling encroaching darkness, spreads the rail

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