Alone in the weird world
alone in the wilderness where no one is mine
I have got no one to talk to
eccept the stranger on line who have got what I need.
She knows what I need
and I know what she realy misses in her life
someone to love
but no one at her service eccept the hooligan in street
but we will never meat in real life except in words and thought .

Sitidziwa Ndoya
13 May 2015.


About ndoya68

I am a Malawian born sel- taught artist living in Zimbabwe who apart from my sel- employment job as a carpenter have devoted most of spare time writing poetry musclin my way into the more academic literal world where men and women of letters are busy showcasing their various forms of literal skills .Though not yet established in the print media, I have found my place in the online media sociial networks where I have a number from various parts of the world enjoying my work . But this is limit. I also aim to venture into the print media and make a name .
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