Poems by Ndaba Sibanda



Sibanda is the author of Notes, Themes, Things And Other Things, The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence, The Way Forward, The Ndaba Jamela and Collections and Poetry Pharmacy, This Cannot Be Happening: Speaking Truth To Power, A Different Ballgame: A Happy Harvest, As If They Minded, and The Dangers Of Child Marriages Billions Of Dollars Lost In Earnings And Human Capital and A Season To Reason: The Irony Of A Loud Silence.
Ndaba was nominated for the following awards: National Arts Merit Awards, The Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. 
Some of Sibanda`s works are found or forthcoming in  Page & Spine,  Peeking Cat, Piker Press , SCARLET LEAF REVIEW , Universidad Complutense de Madrid, the Pangolin Review, Kalahari Review ,Botsotso,  The Ofi Press Magazine, Hawaii Pacific Review, Deltona How, The song is, Indian Review, Eunoia Review, JONAH magazine, Saraba Magazine, Poetry Potion, Saraba Magazine, Poetry Potion, The Borfski Press, Snippets, East Coast Literary Review, Random Poem Tree, festival-of-language and Whispering Prairie Press

Love Is Lovelier Than Luxury 

His heart has taught Africa and the world
that love is lovelier than indulgence or gold.  
One who would rather give money to charity
than live a lavish lifestyle. Incredible maturity.      
He made a substantial donation to help build
a school in his home village. He’s kind and skilled.
He once gifted 300 Liverpool shirts to his home village.
He donated $693,000 to fund a hospital. What a privilege.
A rare, young philanthropist, a God-sent football megastar.    
Sadio Mane is an extraordinarily modest African superstar.  

Not In Recorded History  


Deadly droughts drained 

And bubbled because of 

A ferocious flash of furore  


Let loose were temperatures 

That made the world fierier 

Than at any time in noted history 


Seas acidifying, species on the brink  

Of death, the earth barked a bitter welcome  

To an unwelcoming upheaval of heat and hell


Who Is A Boy?


you had better decoy 

a boy, I see a misnomer 

in all  this: stated a man

they sought to interview

for the position of office boy, 

however, he reminded the caller

that indeed he had applied for a job

as a 45 year-old man, not as a little boy! 


When I Was A Prevented Predator  


 A body divided into two distinct parts,

The collum, right behind the head, it sits;

The head houses the eyes, antennae and mouthparts,  

The first part is the first body ring in a body with lots of rings,

The second part, the trunk, consists of several body rings; 

I spotted her wriggling around with her four body rings, 

The male had deposited a sperm packet on the ground,

The female millipede just picked it up and said: what a find! 

I moved closer, she veiled a chemical that made me unsound!  


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