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The ocean is a flapping endless salty fabric that sounds majestically in tune with its infinite purpose to remind me that all of life could easily be enveloped and silenced in one swipe. And yet the seagull’s squawk is allowed to dart in and out of its roar like a tiny sharp needle through a tight, thick canvass that allows the needle to pass freely to heal a tear weathered by the unforgivingness of time. I am like a little amoeba clinging to the edge of an Olympic pool. I am here, but boy am I small and only but a little beep in a continuum of what the universe keeps sewing together, string by string. Like that amoeba, I have a place in this space and time to be part of this unimaginable tapestry that keeps rolling and ever changing with every nanosecond that squeezes past my inhalations of the “being here-ness” of my consciousness. So, I take a deep breath of the salty molecules in the air and let it waft through my hair that seems ever so thirsty for this sea breeze that engulfs me. -frank malaba
Sometimes I just let silence speak. My soul listens. Even when the scales weigh far more than my own value. Solitude begs me to hold her hand. My eyes are open windows, flooded with rays of hope flowing into my spirit. To be wanted by this space and time is to gain a semblance of eternal contentment. Every breath is a silk thread pulling me towards a better me. – Frank Malaba
The mirror swallowed my vision so all I could see was darkness. The eels in my bath water no longer electrocute my body. They numb it so that it feels no physical pain at the thought of pain infliction… or that of visions of what we leave behind when we sail through the clouds on our way to Meet the Universe. – Frank Malaba ♡ 2017
-Frank Malaba
Frank Malaba is an enigma to Zimbabwe, the country of his birth. Such a distinction is not defined by his talent as a poet, artist, writer, but by his advocacy, as a gay African male. He STANDS, though persecuted, he STANDS, to love, and he speaks his truth. Malaba loves his country, but fights for his “very being.” He invites all gay Africans to stand with him, to fight for the right be treated as vital participants in African culture that deserve to be respected. His blog, Frank Malaba’s Prosetry, invites all kindred spirits to speak, love, and heal.
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