Gloria, You know the gift you’ve bought is euphoria, Changing my odd spirit name to Victoria In what can now be part of our best historia A beautiful beautiful Thursday traveling to a Friday utopia II From Nyerere Street to Central Park …Daily Nation Headquarters to the pilaar joint Coffee Casa and its literary insights […]
Writers are like doctors Delicate in their line of duty A little inky mistake can break souls Destroy personalities and Unleash wars fiercer than lions on nations II Writers are like operating doctors Just a failed full stop can send many wise heads In a needless chase of sleeplessness Running after ghosts non-existent III Writers, […]
What is good about me? I am a pen Who shines bright in sadness Selling my pain As traders sell their goods With and without shame II What is so good about me? I am a pen envied in happiness Selling success as the sky gives rain Standing far and untouchable Receiving bullets of curses […]
I have gone beyond the fear of ginger and pepper Its taunt of burning my rear Through the vengeful fingers of my elders And forming tears With which brothers and friends used as fun O I have blended with its road of hurt II I have also gone beyond the fear of canes Many strokes […]
What is a writer without self? A writer needs eyes A writer needs ears A writer needs a mouth To ask to know A writer needs legs A writer needs a heart Hands can be borrowed But trusted hands are needed Like the ladle in a porridge on fire A writer is the centre Of […]
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