I am barely sixteen summers old, but to my society i can bravely own the title of a warrior,
Having successfully driven the voluminous herd of cattle to the Mamba river severally,
My name was repeatedly uttered in the council of elders, among the community’s most superior,
I owned the title of the most potent young moran ever, raising the eyebrows of the village elders emphatically,
Category: African Poetry
African poetry encompasses the wide variety of traditions arising from Africa’s 55 countries and from evolving trends within different literary genres. It is a large and complex subject, partly because of Africa’s original linguistic diversity but primarily because of the devastating effect of slavery and colonization, which resulted in English, Portuguese and French, as well as Creole or pidgin versions of these European languages, being spoken and written by Africans across the continent.
The Plank In Your Eye
Human beings are the most judgemental mammals the earth has ever seen,
They will comfortably walk around with a wooden plank hanging on their red eyes,
But they will still have the audacity to point fingures at your little sweet daughter christine,
But when she was fighting depression sometimes back, everyone gave excuses, all lengthy lies!
“….He Shall Provide”😉😊🤗
God commanded Abraham to return the favour by immolating his own son Isaac,
But since he was the godfather of faith, Abraham adhered to the trying call,
Watering Dead Plants
You are sorounded by fake people,
So stop giving your foes the procedure of strangling your poor soul,
Showing affection to these baboons is like digging your own grave!
Be humble like a dove but as wise as a serpent!
The Ruthless Hornbill Hunter
He used to slay any warm blooded bird from the beak family,
Inconsiderate of their age, colour nor their state of life at home,
Mathinza as his name insinuated, he unsparingly crushed their abdomens to death,
His numerous arrows were more sharper than a brand new razor blade,
Execution of The Three Musketeers
It was too late to hide, I smothered her creepy self on the walls of my dwelling unit. One fatality was confirmed, but still the mission went on..
Peculiar Things That My Father Told Me
Summer is here, the trees are losing their leaves yet again,
There is an instant drop of lively plants on the riverbank,
We commence our journey to the farm, winding through the bushy table land,
Father used to let me sit on his neck from behind as we jostled through the woods,
The Great Kamba Festival
We were just doing fine before the western culture ruined us,
We used to dance to the rhythm of our traditional “kilumi” songs with passion,
You could feel the impact of our native songs as we perambulated around the fireplace,
Leading the troupe of dancers was my favourite uncle, “Muoki the drummer king”
Hurdles of my Childhood
I grew up in the interior parts of the great Kamba land,
Home to the greatest honey tappers in history of Bantus,
Early in the morning i would accompany my father to the plains,
As he drove hundreds of cattle to graze on the greeny hill side,
Inside the Corridors of Jealousy
Envy is a Green-eyed monster that resides in the inner most part of a human heart,
Having a jealous friend around you is like caressing the back of a rattle snake,
One day he shall dry siphon your blood vessels to death,
Beware of your fellow men, the enemy is within your habitat,
Little Strings of Poetry 