‘A blood condition’ begins with an introduction to the Zambezi river after which the country was named and it is given the name of the river God, ‘Nyaminyami’. It illustrates the juxtaposition between the perception and treatment of the landscape by colonialists/capitalists versus the original inhabitants.
The assault of industrialising the river and building a dam is not one without consequence, ‘believers knew the waters raged in the river god’s name that in the quest for progress we often make mistakes make beds in which our descendants sleep badly in our haste to acquire to own to feed a monster which cannot be sated for all you fill with minerals it’s waiting capacious mouth’. I understand the monster to be capitalism rather than the part serpent river god as told, ‘ don’t believe what they tell you about serpents’. This also illustrates the running theme throughout that the burdens of consequence of assaults on nature and people are left to and inherited by those who come after, descendants.
This collection flows like a river weaving into the landscape of Zimbabwe, the condition of HIV by the internal rivers of blood, and consequence of it all.
The sonnets of ‘Origin Myth’ portray the snowball effect of inheritance; each subsequent sonnet begins with the last line of the one before. The profession of HIV and its effects snowballing into a pandemic felt the world over.
The poem ‘Forgive’ depicts an apology of the author to a friend who passed and how the author feels he did not aptly express his gratitude to his friend when present in ‘the land of the living’, he says, ‘had I know the words bruv, what is good would be the last words of our correspondence I would have told you how the table and chairs in your mother’s kitchen rebuilt me. I would have asked if you remembered the day we heard Krystal klear on rinse and glimpsed joy long enough to dance.’ The biggest regret is not to have shown gratitude for what was had when he had it. He does not beg for his friends return but rather he regrets to not have expressed his gratitude before his friend’s passing. I see an internalisation of guilt (maybe survivors guilt?), a big theme in this collection too.
I enjoyed ‘16 Bars for the Bits’, a 16 bar rap verse form which illustrates the bits, where the author grew up; the repetition gives a sense of growing anxiety and intensity of being somewhere so fast paced that is not possible to run fast enough, changing people into extremes or into people they do not want to be with promises of freedom, ‘towers that balance at heights beyond reason a beacon for dreamers and schemers and heathens you can find angels behaving like demons’.
‘Heirlooms’ was a favourite, the theme portrayed the things people leave behind and the things we carry from them, a beautiful metaphor for sometimes keeping the things that hold trauma, ‘I cut vegetables with the knife my mother reached for in rage. I remember the sound of metal scraping wood; the door I had just grown strong enough to hold closed’. This is layered as it is clear that the author loved his mother and was devastated by her death but shows the complexity of loss, that navigating it isn’t as simple as being sad.
‘Genealogy’ was so clever, showing how things are transferred through bloodlines and the effect of different losses, what is inherited. I like the individual titles being a play on mundane everyday objects and concepts brought into the context of the authors life and perception, an earlier reference to ‘Wittgenstein’s thesis’ on language in another poem, ‘landscape w/ motorway’, how language illustrates different pictures in different minds; an example is ‘[Conference Call]’ where the author goes on, ‘A few days before the day we commemorate the day you were laid to rest we reminisce, bring you back to dwell in our midst.’
The passage in ‘interior w/ ceiling fan’, is a favourite, ‘let me be this unguarded always speaking without need of words because breath is the oldest language any of us know’. It depicts the connectedness that vulnerability allows us and that life connects us. I really love it.
The collection ends like it begins with two poems about the Nyaminyami, and depicts the forgiveness of nature, ‘know this to be nyaminyami testing the limits of human ingenuity calling out to a lover who is constant as the motion of water’. The river god, will be constant, there’s this idea that there is a constant force we do not understand but will always be constant, that nature should be cared for as it is and embraced with gratitude as long as we live.