From Afrika With Love

I woke up in the arms of one I shouldn’t love.

I woke up to the sound of his breath and chest hair like curly iron filings.

His breath swept over my beard like a gentle sea breeze.

When the tips of our toes kissed beneath the crispy white cotton sheets,

My neck hairs stood at attention like meerkats on brown soil.

Could he be the one?

The brush of his bristly beard against my cheek feels like coming home.

His laughter is like a sonata played under a willow tree on a breezy day

In a quiet park.


But I shouldn’t love him.

Because men cannot love men.

Men are incapable of making loving to other men.

Men who love men should be stoned and paraded to show

Shameful faces veiled with blood from their hacked skulls.

Men like me must hide and love behind bricks and mortar.

Men that love men are as good as a corpse in the land where my ancestors trod for

Our freedom.


Frank Malaba © 2014

Published by: Frank Malaba

Frank Malaba is an actor, playwright and a published poet. He was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe and currently resides in Cape Town, South Africa. He has performed on stage and television in both countries. He has a passion for using poetry, storytelling and theatre as a method of healing for both himself and others. His poetry has been presented both at home and abroad. Frank is currently developing a two-man play entitled “Broken Pathways” which will be touring internationally. In 2014 Frank was recognised by Mail & Guardian's 200 Young South Africans as an Achiever in the category of Arts & Culture.

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