Far From Africa invites Natasha Mashakada

Natasha Mashakada

Natasha Mashakada

Natasha Mashakada is of Zambian and Zimbabwean origins with heritage from the Ndebele and Shona groups. Alongside her Shona surname, her name Natasha means ‘Thank you’ in Bemba (Zambian language) and she also carries the Ndebele/Zulu name Mbali meaning ‘Flower’. After much travelling, Natasha has kept with her the places and people that have have left an imprint on the woman she is now. “My family friends and people I have come to know and love are just as much family to me even though they are not blood-related.” She was born in the United Kingdom, lived in Zimbabwe and she has now been living in Australia for six years where she is involved in activities promoting social justice and empowerment of the socially disadvantaged, marginalised and stigmatised.

This month Far From Africa has the privilege of publishing two of Natasha’s poems for us to reflect on our connection to people and our natural habitat. Here Natasha invites the reader to let her words resonate with their own feelings and understanding.

As Sure As The Dawn

Aware, though uncertain in the mist of the abyss.

Drawn to home, for there alive, my heart beats.

For Instant thoughts of loved ones and memories I miss.

Those enforced atrophic titles I plunge to remove in my defeats.

For as sure as the dawn we will arrive!

Fear is distant and replaced with a hope not slain.

A dream once lost, now vigorously acclaims to be alive.

We seek to salvage victory today and again!

Our endeavour, not feverishly languid but compassed by bountiful zeal

Our debt of dread is diminished and done.

Orange red-tinted, there we rise in the warmth we feel

Oh look! A sight for all to see, as we claim the sun!

For as sure as the dawn we will arrive!

Fear is distant and replaced with a hope not slain.

A dream once lost, now vigorously acclaims to be alive.

We seek to salvage victory today and again!

Seasoned Blue Bird

Picture perfect we are, like the clouds, only they seem to draw near to us below the bough.

Instantaneously I imagine fine moments where butterflies rest easy on sunflowers

And lilies create hymns of ancient peace and serenity.

The essence of both builds harmony amongst us all!

For so long it has been the embarking of something unimaginable.

And if so, it will remain transparent to our existence.

The seasoned bird knows the song so well…

It tells us of

Hidden blue blemishes on

The earth and the erosion of all creation-

We had lost what could have been gained.

And now it regenerates within us a vengeance for something…more.

Bless the moment that raises us from the destruction of us all.

Release it into the open and become one with all- an encirclement of new beginnings.

And perhaps then and only can we find the truth in it all along.

In this mesmeric moment I am back to the reality of the present

To rekindle myself into his arms to stay.

His warm invades within me a simplicity that rescinded all the complexity of it away…away.

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