Cremation of the Scarecrow

<p class=ql-align-justify>Dzikamayi Chando was born and raised in Gweru Zimbabwe. Some of his works appear in several online literary publications and Cremation of the Scarecrow is his debut collection.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>'Cremation of the Scarecrow is an impressively diverse and generous collection that talks to the truths of blackness the ghetto experience and plight of poverty unemployment and drug abuse dilemma of immigration identity crisis and discovery of self depression and death love and hope to name but a few. Chando's metaphoric luminosity offers invasively honest perspectives of life as he sees it:</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p><em>We are lustful angels only here for a one night </em></p><p><em>stand with death we catch gold fever </em></p><p><em>and comb the dust for death</em></p><p><em>leaping into gloomy mirrors like ghosts </em></p><p><em>muddled by their own darkness. (Gaslighting the Alchemist)</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>Chando's employment of auditory tactile and visual imagery is second to none. His voice often ethereal carries messages transcending lifetimes and realms to deliver powerful instructive memoranda to the unenlightened juvenile and imprudent the prejudiced gatekeepers power-hungry fascist dictators and so forth:</p><p><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>This poetry is prophecy of my ancestor's bones</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>falling from his hands like rinsed meteorites</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>spilling out of the nomenclator's mouth</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>his bellow bursting into a trance vibrating </em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>in my veins five centuries later... </em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>This poetry is DNA- a preserved message</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>on the cusp of a falling sky a failing realm. (The Reading)</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>Refreshingly it is Chando's custom to pay homage to women venerating feminine sacredness shunning societal norms that disadvantage them illuminating their mental health challenges and empowering them. In his own words to me Women are the grass where two elephants are fighting victims of their own ignorance in oppressive politics culture and religion. I find it enchanting that in his poems Chando often personifies his messages of love and hope as women:</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>everyone's a poet i'm just the selfish one</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>who took everything from mother's womb</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>these words they bleed</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>to cleanse the place of their origin</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>period (Womb of the Words)</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify> </p><p class=ql-align-justify>Cremation of the Scarecrow is a honeyed acerbic journey of self-discovery Chando's overriding missive being to find your life purpose you must be able to control the fire.' </p><p><br></p><p>By Samantha Rumbidzai Vazhure </p><p>Editor</p>