Mashonaland

Free Verse

On a little made-up day
In an eerie western place,
Thanks and grants 
Make way.

Mrs. Karoi awaits,
Sporting a crisp, brewed
Golden taste
Inspired by the local maize.

As she prepares,
She inherits the sun
And inhales the rain—
To unearth his favorite drain.

Will he sadza-like grip,
Amasi-like scoop,
Or ingest her maheu?
To greet his nyama to her stew.

25’ record wheat breeds his cake,
And kneads her bake, or 
Releases his seed for her days,
Till Mrs. Karoi’s hearth fastens on his plate.