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 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.