The Veiled Dance of Power: A Riddle of Shadows

By Bradshaw Mudyazvinorova | ZimEye | In the land where the baobab stands tall,

Two figures loom, answering the call.
One wears the crown, the other the shield,
Yet beneath the surface, secrets are revealed.

Who is the lion, fierce and wise,
With whispers of strategy that rise and rise?
His counsel is sharp, a blade in the night,
While others, mere shadows, fade from sight.

What song did the prophet, Jah Prayzer, sing,
Of a vice president who’s a calculating king?
“Ndibatei musoro dhokota,” the echoes proclaim,
A warning to those who would play the game.

In the court where power is a treacherous dance,
Who holds the cards in this deadly romance?
The one with the vision, the mind like a dart,
While the other, surrounded, plays a foolish part.
While one basks in the sun, a ruler’s embrace,
The other plots quietly, with a calculating grace.
Who is the hawk, watching from high,
While the rabbit is blinded, not seeing the sky?

What shadows conspire in the halls of the brave,
Where loyalty’s a mask, and deceit is a wave?
For in the game of thrones, who truly can trust,
When the loyal turn traitors, as is often a must?

So heed the warning, oh leader of the land,
For the hand that guides you may not understand.
In the heart of the storm, where the bravest will tread,
Lies the mind of Chiwenga, where others may dread.

Who is the fiercest, the wise and the sly,
In this riddle of power, who will rise or die?
The answer lies hidden, in the whispers of fate,
For the dance of the shadows may seal a dark fate.