One of the biggest and oldest football teams
in Zim is Highlanders FC, and Mr. Sihwa
is a diehard black and white attired Bosso fan.
A vital refrain of the rain in the earth’s water
cycle, pivotal to all life on our delicate planet,
purrs of purity and vitality with its musicality.
A modest, bright breeder with a robust frame,
Mr. Sihwa is the sturdiest and smartest mentor
and cyclist in the fast-growing town of Gwanda.
This weekend, he has no choice but to align and defer
principal plans to go out pedaling as the rain is relentless,
it speaks, spits and sings with a smooth, sleepy soft motion.
His head full of Highlanders team statistics and fixtures,
he wolfs the local paper’s sports pages and soliloquizes:
“Like it or lump it, we’re the nation, whether or weather”.
A keen, poised rancher, he is pleased that the skies
have beamed on his community, that the water will
restore the aquifers, offer life to plants and beasts too.
