Hello my photocopy, great to see you in good shape after such a long time with no see, as you’ve seen your legacy is live on air, with your favourite radio presenter, presenting,Good to see you alive and kicking, health-wise, you are now reaping what you sow back then when you stayed faithful to him,…
Tag: Poet
A poet is a person who creates poetry. Poets may describe themselves as such or be described as such by others. A poet may simply be a writer of poetry, or may perform their art to an audience.
Hello Angelica 😊
Hello Angelica, how is the great genius girl who adored the character of Sophia the first? How’s the vibrant goalkeeper who aspires to be like Aaron Ramsdale of Arsenal,How is everyone, how is the brown skin friend from the mountain? The political stampede is here once again, Is he with the “Hustler Nation” or we’re…
At The Feet Of An Elderly Person
The struggle to accumulate wealth before we vanish from the face of the land is real, everyone is fighting to climb the ladder as fast as they can,
The urge to surpass the world’s richest man Mr. Jeff Bezos the Amazon founder, or Aliko Dangote; the richest man in black Africa before the sun goes down, is on another level,
The fact that life will never give us a second chance scares me alot! You know that ancient quote that life waits for no man, right?
That once a second, a minute or an hour slips away from your fingers, no matter how powerful you are, man, you’ll never recover it untill you kick the black bucket?
Kenya’s Darkest Moments
We’ve been slaughtered, brutally murdered and tortured by tortured by armed terrorists who stealthily sneak into our bedrooms and hold us hostage,
The horrifying days and nights when we suffered in the hands of our enemy; on 23rd of September 2013, four gunmen stormed into West Gate Mall and sprayed bullets into the flesh of innocent Kenyans, claiming the lives of 71 people!
That wasn’t enough, yet another night of grief came upon our firmament, 147 students of Garissa University in Northern Kenya were killed by Alshabaab militia, bruising our nation massively!
To mention but a few, these are gruesome days and nights the my countrymen have gone through but we’ve managed to keep our heads high,
A City of Cunning People
The story begins in one of the most flamboyant cities of Africa, Nairobi, “the city of cunning people”
It was my first time to set my foot on the Kenyan capital; where all bright minds converge in, on a yearly basis,
Having been raised in a remote village deep inside Makueni County, I was bewildered by the stunning beauty of the golden city!
There were colourful dancing lights everywhere, all people were smartly dressed from head to toes,
The Plight of Boy Child
After a wearisome day, the sun is now fading away into the western skyline, paving a way for the night illuminants to brace the world,
I’m seated on a grill that guards commuting vehicles from a giant number of pedestrians who trail on foot to and from work,
The mood is changing minute after minute, Matatu’s (psvs), Subaru owners and motor bikers are unapologetically hooting as they pass by,
Strangers In My Father’s House.
A plot had been made to take away the life of my parents,
At exactly 00:00 hours, I heard a loud bang at the southern part of our homestead,
Within a blink of an eye, I heard a loud shatter of window panes, accompanied by a deep scary voice of a burglar,
“I have given you two minutes to open the door, or else I will burn your house to ashes!..”
Nothing To Smile About 💔
Rays of an angry morning sun smothers upon the sandy valleys,
Monitor lizards, squirrels and lizards are hibernating, the leafless trees offer a better resting environment,
I can hear a cluster of ageing men murmuring about the worsening situation as they trail along the dusty village road,
One of them proposes that they should slaughter a youthful white lamb as a sacrifice to the angry gods,
The Fall of Angel Lucifer
They say betrayal comes from your closest friends, the people you treasure most in your life,
That’s is exactly what premiered in the heavens above,
They called him “the day star,” he was chief of angels, until the seed of pride grew in him,
Jealousy triggered his heart to overthrow the one who created the universe,
This World Is Not Our Home
Today i was seated on a public bench near our local bus station,
Carried away into the world of fantasy, i started thinking of how to get rich easily,
But the fact that money has been playing hide and sick with me still remains a mystery,
I could feel the desperation of the touts as they struggle to fill their matatus to earn a a penny,
Little Strings of Poetry 