I have lost my self in the great battle of Troy, I dream girls, singing, singing Dream Girls’ latest hit, I search myself to find the last drop of nectar, Inside me, because I cant understand why girls call me sweet, “Oh, he is so sweet”
My mind, my soul, my intuition was dead, Woke up this morning and found a letter that read; ‘I rise, in the depth of solitude I am who I am, In the spirit of humility I am who I am, In the spirit of togetherness I am, Nelson Mandela. In the face of revolution I […]
The Crying Stone of Samia I don’t know how it all started but back then, we got into this habit of going away from school especially when the exams were done. I was in class five and Nasser was just a new kid but the toughest of them all. He was from Uganda and couldn’t […]
They rush… The metallic snake is full to the bowel. It chugs and puffs and puffs and chugs Dark smoke escapes its nostrils like a black arm The irregular rhythm of the interlocking rusty wheels It slowly straddles the African plain.
It is a rainy evening in Nairobi, Long lines at the bus stop, Muddy, exhausted and hurrying feet, She is almost there. Feet in sodden socks and sharp toed boots, Are rushing to a rendezvous, Looking for an umbrella with a company logo on it, He crosses the puddled road. Lips parted in hallo say, […]