Your altruistic nature made it easier for boys to settle around you,
Due to your mastery of the Queen’s language, they nicknamed you Professor grammar,
You’ve never raised a hand against my mother, not even a rod of bamboo,
Since i was a small boy I’ve never seen you lock any door with a clamour,
Tag: Poem
A piece of writing in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by particular attention to diction (sometimes involving rhyme), rhythm, and imagery.
Out of The Fiery Furnace
A story is told of the three Hebrew exiles, in a city far away,
Under a barbarian king who ruled over a certain city in Asia,
A king whose claws grew tougher surpassing the domestic Bombay,
Commanding a country in the suburbs of Northern Assyria,
Midnight Meditation
It’s just thirty one minutes past midnight,
I’m lying on my wooden bed holding my sleek black phone,
My eyes are sagging, almost giving up to sleep,
But i remember i have to baby sit my growing infant (my blog),
Growing Up In Africa
Contrary to the African traditions, my mother taught me how to cook,
Mama would come home carrying cassava roots in a basket,
That’s the moment i would start lighting up the fire,
Since I knew it was my turn to come up with a good recipe, the family was eagerly waiting,
The Mysterious Well
Long time ago when i was a kid, i used to fear going alone to the village well,
Dreadful stories that were told about that well, scared the hell out my nerves,
There was once a woman who went to fetch water late in the midnight,
As she neared the well, she could hear clangorous cries of small babies,
Away From Home
Take me to the banks of Luangwa river, i want to bond with the crocodiles,
Let me lie down on the soft grass, and watch the sun as it illuminates the world,
Allow me to observe the hippos as they graze, are they jews or gentiles?
Let me listen to the gushing sound of water as it navigates to the oceans, curled,
Dear Mama😥
How did you cope with my clamorous, high-pitched cry? When i came out cold like an ice cube in a refrigerator, How did you manage to raise me even when i didn’t comply? The pain i caused you that night on the elevator, How did you feel when i touched your lips for the first…
Shackles of The Street Hawker
At the heart of one of Africa’s most respected cities,
Dwells kings and queens. of survival, the street hucksters,
Determined humans, more persistent than spongers on a buffalo’s skin,
Strangers to each other but loyal when a member of the city council emerges,
How do birds survive?
Have you ever thought of birds, squirrels, impalas, baboons, basically wildlife?…
How they survive out there in the woods, alone, in summer all through winter!…when it’s raining, where is their fire point?
Overnight
It’s eight am in the morning. I’m standing outside my orange-coloured doorway, trying to open it, but alas! Where is the key!??? I desperately insert both hands in the front pockets at the same time. Goooosh!!!…I can’t find my keys!?…
Little Strings of Poetry 