Jan 12 2009
At the House of Hunger Poetry Slam
I arrived at the Book Café on the first of November 2008, for the House of Hunger Poetry Slam, in Harare, Zimbabwe. I stared at my poem, then amateurishly contorted my features as I silently rehearsed before my name was called. Soon, I heard the call, “Now, please help me welcome our next poet, he is a librarian from Gweru, Zimbabwe, the Midlands Province, and his poem is entitled “Dusk”. As I delivered my poem, sweating and with my heart beating hard in my chest, I soon felt the words echo in my ears, full of life and oozing with the beauty of self-expression. That is when I realized that I was home and dry. Mine was a triumphant presentation, and a loud clap of hands from the audience summed up my presentation. Thus to this day I love the power of poetry
