Autocrats Club and Other Poems

love letter poem to the Queen of England (from black african man)

Tonight, I forgot about the land-grabbing commissars,

native commissioners/Cecil john Rhodes /Charles Rudd/Robert Moffat

I forgot of 1890 colonial emissaries invading Zimbabwe

Zimbabwe, the name carved from the stones of mutapa-land

and boulders of changamire dombo

madzimbabwe,

Tonight, I forgot about the imaginary candy mountain promised to Matebele King (lobengula)

to dispense tracks of fertile land,

England is the colonial legacy of millet /sugar/tobacco plantation slavery ideology

Dear Queen of England / your majesty,

I forgot

I forgot about the colonial whip, metal boots planted in my grandfather’s scrotum by swastika like police camaraderie trained to strangle to loot for lunch and eat death for dinner

Your Majesty, Queen of England, I write a love letter to you

Yes, I forgot about yellow maize donated to African grandmothers as drought relief,

poverty inscribed like ancient hieroglyphics on the sanction-smashed apparitions of chimurenga grandchildren,

Tonight, I forgot

Margaret Thatcher the iron -lady political stalwart / even tony Blair never pulled down the Union jerk,

Prince Charles and lord Soames inaugurated our first black cockerel,

the second never crowed, never shrilled until last November,

bullets sang baritone unto the ears of the red/black clay earth

and second cockerel crowed, your heart danced with the joy of the fall from grace of the African knighthood,

Dear Queen of England, not only Scotland and Ireland but of England,

your royal majesty, you forgot to tell Boris Johnson, the gifted poet -hoarse- sex voiced gifted politician of England, to lift the lid for us so that we can also eat and drink the sumptuous dishes of commonwealth sandwiches alongside Rwanda of Kagame and, Tanganyika of Kamba rage, Namibia of Nujoma and Naijaland of our Africa,

Queen of England , you are not the beast of the England or the beast of Ireland , you are Queen of England ,Sir Elton John sang a classic for Princess Diana ,clutching petals of blood and roses of death, somebody recited Canterbury tales and another one set Mayor of Casterbridge in Highgate, Shakespeare was the cousin of my first patriarch ,Charles Dickens and Thomas Hardy are not peers of my great great grandfather ,

I drank metaphysical poetry from jugs of William Blake, DH Lawrence and John Donne. Langston n Hughes was a great poet, revolutionary of untamed mental slavery imagery, Soyinka ate African berries with white /black Tarzan in the rainforest

Last night Ghaddafi was strangled by pseudo-democrats than republicans, and they are crude like pseudo democrats, was Ghaddafi killed in the name of America or his blood was used to wash sins committed in Syria, moza, Haiti, Georgia, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Saddam died a pauper, Castro still

Queen of England, you are not the beast of England,

Obama is an American of African descent,

Obama not Michele is an African with American political blood.

Did you meet George Washington or you will meet in the Queens lounge?

You will recite the covenant and ate the sacrament with him,

In your newly-revolutionary peer class, you meet your controversial but heavenly classmates Fidel Castro, Gabriel Mugabe and Pombe Magufuli,

Mandela is always in his royal seat

Kwame ,Kambarage , Senghor , Lumumba, Biko will detain you in a colonial prison to answer on matters of slavery/colonial/imperial times in Africa

I know you will tell them you was not Margaret thatcher /Harold Wilson/ Edgar whitehead/Ian smith /Cecil Rhodes,

Tell them that a queen is an angel eating berries of peace and never smelt petals of blood

Here some rich gossip

Makosetive , the grandchild of the Sobuzaof eswatini is still the great igwe/ the last monarch of Afrika

Musizulu waZwelithini the son Zwelithini kaBekizulu and new monarch of Zululand,

the descendant of Ujamaa, Senzangakhona, Tshakazulu and DinganekaZulu,

Chaka-zulu will wield as assegai and dance an ancient mbaqanga for you,

Mizilikhazika Masshobane will give a beast for a heavenly banquet,

Adolf and Benito will organize your funeral another funeral,

Stalin ,Chairman Mao , Lenin will read you the communist manifesto,

you eat and dance again with rainbow nation -grandmaster Madiba Mandela, Steve Biko

and Chris Hani will spit venom unto the dance, heavens dinner-dances knows no- protocol

Africa still sing the song of Chaminuka Murenga, Gumboreshumba, Chairman Chitepo , Nyanda Nienda Nyamhita, Kakurukazi Mungunda .

Remember Nerfetiti and Nzinga, they will detain for answers,- slavery ,colonia machetes ,poverty , sanctions and wars.

You are Queen of England , a political England ,you are not the beast of England ,

George Orwell was not an owl, he was not your griot patriot, he never met Lenin, Stalin and the other, he was a political soothsayer, a revolutionary that pasted communist revolution into a blockbuster, pen-warrior adapted socialism into a trailblazing political satire,

Ngugi and Matigari were crawling, Achebe was still dancing joyfully inside womb caves of Igbo-land/motherland, sarowiwa/Soyinka stories were still syrup in the banana leaves of manobe, Chimamanda was still some silver breeze in some great great fathers’ veins/, ben okri was not here, shadows of his ancestors were walking the famshed roads of naija.

Still George Orwell is not an owl, not your griot patriot, not your patriot griot

and Things fall apart and will not pocket the Nobel, Ngugi and decolonizing the mind is a crude life-lesson that civilizes Africa castrated by pliers of colonialism and mutilated by razor-blades of mental slavery

Queen of England- Your Majesty, you are not the beast of England, you are the Queen of England