I want to toyi-toyi on Cecil Rhodes grave.
I long to feel him underneath my feet
lifeless and subjugated,
As I sing defiant Chimurenga songs
on the tomb of settler colonialism,
Disrupting and desecrating
the burial site of the empire.

his eternal sleep
with nightmares of
by the once dominated.

My bones rising
My flesh leaping
As he lies dead as Rhodesia.

Disturbing his ghost,
Exorcising the colonial demon
still tormenting my people,
Defeating the spirit of 1890
still haunting my land.

Performing a triumphant dance
of reclamation,
Expelling what is foreign
Embodying his downfall
Taking back what is mine
Through rhythm and rage.



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