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Children of our Wars


Every day a journey to new places,
Usual encounter with strange faces,
That whisk by with a lot of hurry,
Showing in their eyes more worry.

Nascent minds full of dreams,
Dark nights adorned with screams,
Feeble hearts devoid of missions,
Big eyes seeing many visions.

About houses very empty and still;
Their roofs draped with cobwebs:
The walkways overgrown with grass:
Song and laughter gone with the wind.

Friends of hunger and its corroding pains,
Torment  and fear falling like rains,
Melancholy burning like lust.
Love and comfort fallen to dust.

Young hearts rendered asunder,
Their homes prone to plunder,
Now we can see very clearly,
Suffering of those we love dearly,

In search of a golden castle,
They endure many a hustle,
Crossing a multitude of ridges,
Sleeping under many bridges.

But when they reach the next village,
All they see is ashes after the pillage.
Accompanied by enchanted wails,
Reciting the same woeful  details,

On they trod  the valleys shaking with dread,
In company of the spirits of the dead,
On paths cobbled with a myriad of bones,
Scattered here and there in cones.

Now hate hatches in their hearts,
Against  the war and all its arts;
Melancholy that knows not seasons,
Anarchy transcending all reasons.

Peace's all  they need  to be around,
To put their feet back on the ground.
Their aching sore hearts to ease,
And thus their endless journey cease.

So tire not Children of our Wars.
For soon this  pain too will last,
Like all marred things in the past,
After reaching the bunk yonder,
When Rubicon  is crossed over.

Now, are you yearnig for more? Well, what a silly question. Of course you do. So here is some more. Enjoy!!!

• Essays

  • Why choose Medicine?
  • Can I be richer than Bill Gates?
  • A Microsoft lesson for African leaders
  • The doctor patient-relationship
  • Factors in choosing TB treatment regimes for developing countries.
  • How can a developing country best allocate resources for health care?

• Poetry
  • Oh Malawi My Love
  • Malawi In Disquise
  • A confession
  • To my Venus
  • Still waiting for the Ship

• Dissertation
  • Practical problems in estimating the prevalence and direct medical costs of abortions in Thyolo District.

• Medical Training and Practice
  • A home sick and distressed medical student in London.
  • A young doctor at Queen Elizabeth central Hospital,Blantyre.
  • A mellow doctor in a district hospital, Thyolo.
  • A sad doctor doing post graduate studies in Scotland.
  • Hey doc, "work up and smell the coffee!!"