Third in command is Panthera Pardus, the black spotted Leopard,
Termed as masters of disguise by tourists, the African leopard is deadly,
He can drag prey for a longer distance to hide it from scavengers,
Leopards are top-flight swimmers when the rains quench the dry land
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.
Thank God it’s Friday
Right from the CBD, priceless wagons occupy the streets,
All legs busy applying six pounds of pressure on the gas pedal,
The traffic on our roads swells like wedding balloons,
Some divert to night casinos where they spend till the next day,
Son of a Tycoon
My father is the richest man in the world,
How proud i am to be called son of the northern mogul,
Everyone wants to taste the cookies of my domicile,
Generosity is my dad’s favourite word, so the gates are open,
The Beauty of Our Mother Land
Kenya will welcome you to Maasai Mara for the Magnificent view of the cat family,
Neighbours Tanzania proudly invites you to the Serengeti Plains,
Famously known for the great migration of wildebeests,
As they struggle for greener pastures across the banks of Mara River,
Daughters of Mumbi
Belt up, the journey is about to start,
We’re headed to the windward side of the sacred mountain,
Home of the most valuable black coffee on earth,
The land of mumbi, god of Kirinyaga,
Enemies of Progress.
The world is in a gradual process of healing,
Due to the intoxication done by reckless humans,
Mother nature is reclaiming back her pride,
The clouds are heavily pregnant ready to deliver the rains,
The Ultimate Rise of a Champion
The journey towards the finishing line is breath taking,
But whoever is able to hold his gas for a while,
Up to the end of a fierce race against giants,
Shall be the owner of the most valuable gold mine on earth,
The Uncelebrated African Knights
Father used to sit us around the fire at night,
His deep voice would turn a lullaby in a few seconds,
So long as he was around i knew we were safe,
He would carry our sleepy heads to bed one by one,
She Belongs to the Streets
Showing affection to some girls is like adopting a serpent,
She will bite your hand when handing over dinner to her,
Watch out on who attracts your eyes when your pockets are full,
Others can turn to devils when your bank runs dry,
Little Strings of Poetry 