Jabulani Mzinyathi
Jabulani (Justice) Mzinyathi Interview










1. Jabulani Mzinyathi is a name that reminds me of the restless (because we were always
involved in writing activities) Budding Writers Association of Zimbabwe days. Can you tell us a bit
about your involvement with BWAZ and how it influenced your writing?

My involvement with BWAZ has been quite deep. I am proud to have associated with the likes of the late Stephen
Alumenda, Albert Nyathi, Alson Mfiri, Mbizo Chirasha, Hleko Vuma, Ignatious Musonza,Dillio Banda, Gilbert
Mabasa,  and the interviewer, among others. All these people have gone on to be successful to a great extent. I
was BWAZ vice chairperson for the Zimbabwe Midlands branch. I contributed works to the
BWAZ Bulletin that
was being handled then by Dudziro Nhengu. It was a source of great inspiration to see one’s creations in print. I
attended workshops held under the auspices of BWAZ. It is unfortunate that the nature of my work and location
has cut me off from BWAZ. I, however,  remain a budding writer at heart.

2. Your submission subject line was: "Some Poems from this Mind." Any reason for this choice of
words? Does it have something to do with how you perceive yourself as a writer, that you are a
mind at work, and what would that mean exactly?

"Some works from this mind"  means many more works are available in this mind. Others are in the drawers and
are yet to be re-written because writing involves a lot of re-writing. Other works are stored electronically, so what
you got is just a part of the story. Expressing feelings, emotions is a lot of mind work since a poet is a thinker – a
philosopher and at times a prophet too!


3. "Exalting His Name" is the title of your first poem that attracted my attention. There is
something familiarly religious (at least to me) about it. Does your poetry draw inspiration from
religion? I mean, all your selections here have overtones of the religious. If I am right, is this a
conscious decision you make?

I call myself a spiritual person; also I am a political animal. I cannot ignore the socio-political, religious,economic
milieu around me. I do not wish to go into a debate about evolution and creation. My way of life as passed on
from my ancestral spirits and rastafarian teachings permeates my writing both consciously and unconsciously. It
is an explosion and implosion, a world bent on materialism I have branded one dimensional. The other dimension
is spirituality; therefore, I am acutely conscious of my beliefs and will never dabble in apostasy.


4. I also detect something metaphorically political, an attempt to hit the nail on the head of
something political, which ends up being religious. I am tempted to say your poetry bears the pain
of something. The political, the religious, am I even close to the truth?

As my literary brother Shimmer Chinodya once said,  ‘Writing is drawn more towards pain than happiness’, I
would add that in Africa where we have had more than our share of misrule and corruption and the hijacking of
the revolutionary ideals that made the oppressed take up arms against violent,oppressor regimes, the pain
expressed in my works stems from the chasms between our collective ideals and the grinding poverty, ignorance,
disease and the cancerous corruption we experience daily.

5. I know you are in the legal profession (Google tells me you are a provincial magistrate). How
does this  work with your poetic creativity?

In my work in the legal field, I get to interact with a lot of people from diverse backgrounds. I get a lot of
inspiration from the life stories that I get to hear. I am driven in my writing by an immense sense of justice,
especially for the under dog. My career at times impacts negatively on my work in that the research competes for
the time with my creative works. I am not complaining but my day usually has more than twenty four hours. I am
deeply in debt since I borrow time from days to come!

6. Your poem, "Of Thistles and Thorns", has a clear message, somewhat revolutionary. Explain
again what role poetry plays in something revolutionary.

The word is as powerful weapon as a bullet. Remember Dambudzo Marechera? I am not a Christian but the
writer in genesis is right when a statement is made to the effect that ‘in the beginning was the word’.My works
are "somewhat" revolutionary. The ideological underpinning is that I consciously choose to be a voice for the
voiceless!

7. This is my last question to you. You are being featured in this journal, which is an internet
forum. What do you think of this forum as a vehicle to showcase your poetry?

We cannot ignore the internet. It is a living reality. The question is accessibility. It's not all gloom and doom in
Zimbabwe. Efforts have been made to make computer literacy high on the national agenda.
Funds permitting,  there is always a need to have the E-Zines complemented by hard copies or print editions.


    Jabulani Mzinyathi - Six Poems

    EXALTING HIS NAME

    Hear them exalting your name
    Hear the hypocrites wailing
    Moaning more than the bereaved
    Fret not for we are writing the stories
    We shall sing these songs of the truth
    That they seek to trash your memory
    We know your soul was not for sale
    The vultures cannot have anything
    There is no carrion for them here
    These opportunists shall face sham.


    SINGING TRIUMPHANTLY

    When my conscience speaks
    I shall bear the pain
    Bear this pain stoically
    I shall fear no evil
    Lucifer seems to hold sway here
    My soul is not for sale
    Though they may deny me bail
    Never behind my mother’ skirts
    Will I cower and hide
    I shall fear no evil
    The devil is not my master
    I see through their evil schemes
    My creator has made me this way
    These demonic forces cannot hold sway
    Their evil schemes shall crumble
    The wind the chaff shall blow away
    The wax that melteth before the fire
    I shall sing this song triumphantly

    OUT OF THE ASHES

    Behind this trail of destruction
    That hope refuses to die
    That revolution of old lives on
    The spirits of this land live on
    Everything now derailed shall be back on track
    Opportunists’ names shall be put to shame
    Those that profane that sacred blood
    The raving and the ranting mad men
    All the murderers, liars and prostitutes
    Posterity shall learn these lessons
    That is the bitter path to nation building


    SINGING TRIUMPHANTLY

    When my conscience speaks
    I shall bear the pain
    Bear this pain stoically
    I shall fear no evil
    Lucifer seems to hold sway here
    My soul is not for sale
    Though they may deny me bail
    Never behind my mother’ skirts
    Will I cower and hide
    I shall fear no evil
    The devil is not my master
    I see through their evil schemes
    My creator has made me this way
    These demonic forces cannot hold sway
    Their evil schemes shall crumble
    The wind the chaff shall blow away
    The wax that melteth before the fire
    I shall sing this song triumphantly

    AT THE DEVIL’S BANQUET

    What stories will you leave behind
    What name will your children carry
    When you trash our sacred institutions
    When you seek cheap gratification
    Dragging your name through shame
    Through the murky waters of shame
    Listen to that voice deep inside you
    That voice warning you against evil schemes
    Listen you disciple of Macchiavelli
    Stop those devilish human sacrifices
    Now you shall bear the mark of the beast
    The persecuted shall not be alone in pain


    ANOTHER VICTIM

    Then we are told
    The snake was there
    Weaving a yarn for woman
    Then she fell first
    The snake’s charm
    The slithering python
    The goat under hypnosis
    Those great grinding coils
    The moth in a fatal dance
    Dazzled by the flame
    The fatal attraction
    That is our demise
    A trail of broken hearts
    Just like a fountain
    That wheel turns full circle

    OF THISTLES AND THORNS

    This fight is on
    It is not for the faint hearted
    It is not for the cowards
    Comfortable behind their mothers’ skirts
    It is a protracted fight
    Against the despots
    It is a class struggle
    Their shameless greed
    And the maintenance of the status quo
    Today cast off the steel yoke
    Cast off the shackles and chains
    Cast off mind warping religions
    This is no God ordained order
    Shove into an abyss warped ideas
    Make the ultimate sacrifice
    Fear not the bruises
    For the way is thistle and thorn laden





Jabulani Mzinyathi is the Provincial
Magistrate for Beitbridge,  Zimbabwe. In the
90s he held leadership positions in the
Budding Writers Association of Zimbabwe;
he also held the position of president for the
Zimbabwe Poetry Association.