Mr. Alfred Gadzirai Chisango
(by Memory Chirere)
We were frantically looking for stray coins
between the rail lines when we saw him.
First we saw the felt hat with a hole
rising from the pebbles and the wood and iron work.
We drew closer and he raised a hand and pointed at his mouth.
‘Water and food, perhaps,’ we thought.
Later he munched bread and drank a coke
and thanked the gathering villagers.
He looked back across the boarder
and appeared to see what we didn’t see.
Then he sat up and opened a brief case.
There were no clothes or money in there
but papers and old newspapers
Then he brought out many – many certificates
and beckoned at us to come see.
Caetano went very close to him
and peered at the certificates and old newspapers:
‘He is from Zimbabwe
and the certificates say he is a teacher, a good educated man.’
Caetano paced up and down and reasoned:
‘Take him to the school and he can teach us a few things.’
That is how Mr. Alfred Gadzirai Chisango
got to teach us Algebra, History and Creative Writingand would spice it with: ‘the sanctions back home are no fun, guys.’