MzuzArt

02/08/2022

For some reasons I have decided to repost this:

DEAR TIVINA LITI PEOPLE.

Warning a raw post ahead, if you are easily offended don't go beyond this point.

Now that we have cleared that up, let's dive straight into the issue.

They say delay is not denial. That's true about me and marriage. My delay in getting married is never and must never be misconstrued for denial. Nor must you mistake my delay for hate. I don't hate marriage, I am a product of marriage myself.

Its imperfections aside, marriage is one of the most beautiful things my King, Jesus Christ ever made. Yes I sometimes diss disgusting things that some married people do but I have never dissed and will never diss marriage. Marriage is Flawless he he.

Listen I have many reasons why I should marry than reasons I shouldn't.

Dressed in Ngoni tradition wear I want to stand look into her eyes and recite a poem for her, confessing my eternal love for her on beaches of Lake Malawi.

I want to see the glow on Mayi Nangozo's face as she will finally look at her daughter in law attired beautifully in white.

Or I won't be able to afford a wedding of my dreams, I will just have a simple one, ask the pastor to bless us.

Even if that will fail, I will marry.

I too want to experience the magic of the honeymoon night. The making of two souls into one.
I can't wait ha ha ha.

I can't wait to wake up beside my beautiful wife. I want experience the miracle of watching her beautiful face as she sleeps.

I want to walk with her barefoot on serpia sands of lake Malawi, feel the fan of breeze , watch the everblue sky.

Or go to Parish and walk under Eiffel tower. I want to throw bread crumbs to its doves.

I want to be told by future Mrs Emm that she is expecting our twins. I want to be there to watch my babies( swaddled in a sparkling clean white cloth ) feel the cloud-softness of their little fragile bodies in arms.

I want to be there to watch the first smile of my little bundles of bliss. I want to listen to their first coos and laughters. I can't wait to feel the coil of their little fingers around mine. I want to be there to rescue things from the mouths of my babies, paja everything becomes food for those ones ha hahaha. I want to see their first rabbit like front teeth grow.

I want to see their first steps. I can't wait to listen to those tongues they speak. I want to converse with them. I want to feel the downs of marriages too. The sour moods, the little fights , the flames of jealousy and then the make up. Me hiding little notes for her to find as she wakes up.

I can go on, I think I have made my point.

But you won't bully me into marriage. You can joke unkindly that perhaps I have a gift of celibacy, speculate unwisely that I hate s*x and that I am impotent ( I will let sleeping dogs lie because I know myself in that area and my most beloved Ex's soul knows this very well ha hahaha)

You can say I am delaying my kids from school, that I am missing out, can project unkindly that I will look like a grandpa to my own kids etc but I bet you my life, you will fail. You will waste your time. Your breath. Your energy. You will be frustrated. You will even hate me.

On this one, I am too strong for you ( sorry I had to say this). I will marry because I have found my right life partner, repeat right, not perfect .

I will marry , not because you have bullied me enough , into marriage.

I will marry not because I have reached a marriageable age or I have accumulated mounds of money.

I will not marry because I am struggling with my s*xual feelings...

I will marry because I have found somebody I can love with my body, my soul and spirit

~ Emmanuel Chikuse

01/08/2022

31/07/2022

I love her drawl. She speaks almost like Keturah the singer; I think I have always had a weakness for drawls.

Her sweet soft speech, her heart for God, her love for art and her dazzling smile. And that she writes. Sometime I lose myself in the fantasies. Emm and her fantasies, where we write and recite poems to each other.

I love the sound of my name when it rolls on her tongue. It has a musical ring to it.

I love basking in the sun of her presence, I love it when her beautiful face breaks into a smile. Looks like something one can eat.

~ From "Strolls " by Emmanuel Chikuse

30/07/2022

We made history!

30/07/2022

It's today!

29/07/2022

See you tomorrow!

29/07/2022

It's tomorrow!

28/07/2022

Two days to go. MzuzArt is ready.

27/07/2022

MzuzArt Fam

27/07/2022

MzuzArt is ready for Saturday, are you?

26/07/2022

Tyranny of papers

Papers our mothers got us on our first days
With our first days
With our first months
Papers, with our first vaccinations
Papers,

Papers we sweat for
Papers to open doors
Papers to define us
Papers we use
Look down on those without such papers
Papers,

More papers to get
papers they sell souls for
Papers that build mansions
And papers that attract human leeches
Papers,

Papers that we put in little boxes
To makes them soar above us
And Lord over us
Papers,

Papers tucked with roses
To people who fasten our heartbeats
Papers we sign
In suits and veils
To signal an earnest trek of souls
Surrounded by ringing bells and cakes
Papers,

And bitter papers we sign
To sound a death knell
To what was once a paradise
Papers mere papers
But papers that are not mere papers
Papers that break people
Papers that give one custody of children
And improverish another

Last papers
They use to jot little greeks
Papers that mark our flat lines
Papers that blot all
Papers we spend a lifetime chasing
To blot papers we gloat about
Papers our children can't inherit
Papers that will
Finally reduce you
To the same person
You used to mock
Papers

~ Emmanuel Chikuse

25/07/2022

Five days to go.

24/07/2022

We were at Umunthu Space yesterday having a preparatory meeting with the owner of Umunthu Space.

Looking forward to seeing you next Saturday at this haven.

22/07/2022

Fam,
How man of you are coming for our first ever performance on 30th July?

21/07/2022

An interesting thing is that members of the audience will be given a chance to perform too.

20/07/2022

As we sat down gazing at the twinkling stars, she asked me which I thought was the brightest star hanging in the sky.

I told her that my favourite and brightest star wasn't hanging in the sky.

Confusion swept across her cute face begging for a further information.

"My favourite and brightest star is not hanging in some distant sky ,my star is here sitting with me:You"

~ Emmanuel Chikuse

20/07/2022

If you love art and you also happen to be in Mzuzu on 30th July then there is one place for you to go to, Umunthu space.

19/07/2022

For all you who will be in Mzuzu and love art come through.

17/07/2022

The archery of her lips, the glow of her eyes, the blackness of her hair. The grace and perfection of her smile. I was sure I had not seen cute face before so was she. Perfect strangers trapped in dejavu

We got along ,in the word of Martina Cole, like the proverbial house on fire.
A causal observer would have wrongly assumed that cute Face and I went back to primary school days.

We just met.

We traded histories. I heard myself bodly asking for her name and number. She told me. She asked for mine and I loved the taste of my name on her tongue.

I forgot where she came from. Zambia? Zimbabwe? Whatever man.

By each minute, the conversation with her got sweeter, braver and personal.
I loved the sound of her laughter and the sight of her throwing her head back in mirth.

None of us was in hurry to leave. We just wanted to talk. To listen to each other's voice

Finally when it was time to leave, we hugged.The hug lingered a little before we reluctantly disentangled ourselves from the warmth of the hug

We strolled for a while, paced , paused and reached what looked like a hostel. She stopped.

"This is where I live"

I marked the place and made a mental note to visit it again in future.

We parted. I watched her as she disappeared into the building. My heart broke within me a little.

After Cute face was gone Gerald, my big bro hollered after me. When he finally caught up with me he said we looked beautiful together. Cute couple. A glove and hand.

While he talked glowingly about us....


My eyes opened. The house sparrows sang outside. A minibus hooted in the distance. A minibus tout shouted Mtauwuni.

I couldn't believe I was dreaming. It looked real. Felt real. The pictures were full of colour~

Emmanuel Chikuse, MzuzArt

17/07/2022

There is black out here in Chibanja, the room is filled with darkness, the only source of illumination is my phone. I walk out and find the flurescent moon lending its silvery colour to everything outside my house.
There is a wonderous calm only the moon brings when it gleams. Same thing with stars when they glow up there in the sky.

This full moon reminds me of those times we used to play under the moonshine and starshine, the time we used to play hide and seek, the time we used to play, sankha sankha amene umukonde. (Choose the one you love). Maaan used to love that game.
This when boys and girls met and played. We used to line up facing each other, one side boys, the other girls.

One person would walk from one side to the other while singing and choose the one they loved. People used to choose different people every night me? one. Her name was Esther, she had these large beautiful eyes and a beautiful face.
Every time they sang that song, I used to rush to her and choose her daily. It was fun. Love and life were full of music, fun and purity.

Now we have grown too complicated for love, there is a pandemic of fake things masquerading as love.

Anyway back to my night.

The crickets still thrill, the dogs bark, drunks yell out something and music from distant bars blare. I wonder why I am still awake

~ By Emmanuel Chikuse, MzuzArt.

17/07/2022

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17/07/2022

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