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20 Diasporians ‘Diasporians’ – back home they call you For them you are sparkling gold Achievers of finest shares Masters of victory But are you really what they say? Contrary to your people They call you with all derogatory names Lampooning and caricaturing your persona Go to the south- they call you ‘makwerekwere’ In the east- they call you ‘zvingondo’ Far abroad- you are fortune seekers Man of no fixed aboard Pursuers of good life and tantalizing hopes Now you are grey headed But still with undying hope Unquenched thirst And unsatiated hunger Seeking tantalizing fortunes That like rainbow colors you will never get hold of Loses come and go But you are unmoved for you are faithfully groomed Fortunes come and go But all to renew your determination You are ever ‘Diasporians’ 21 And never permanent citizens When will you become? How will you become? For you are a fortune seeker that is never turned a fortune man A man of no fixed aboard that will always be called? The number of grey hair in your head multiply day by day Wrinkles on your face shrinking as you swallow bread morsels And your body muscles loosen like barren soils of Sahara To bare your age Yet still a man of no fixed aboard you remain With blood-felt desire to settle Only when the disturbed waters settle Or destiny decides your fate Diasporians! ...

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