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Love Made Me Do It

mercyeni March 19, 2018March 25, 2018 Art and Poetry 0

Please lie to me Please lie to me, tell me that I’m not her, Lie to me that I complete your world In my dreams I should share your name Should wear your ring Because I’ve always been your girl Sweet mercy, these dreams keep me sane Visions of mothering your unborn son In the clouds I

Faded Glory

Juma Anton March 16, 2018March 17, 2018 Art and Poetry 0

I was still in primary school when I vowed that one day I would go to university. I was further motivated by tales from my elder brother, the only one in the entire village who had made it to the university then. He was revered and seen as a hero.

The Rains are Here, Again!

jayem March 5, 2018March 5, 2018 Art and Poetry 0

The hard rugged floor that covers my city yawns, Yawns with a familiar thirst As a thousand pair off legs pound upon it Again and again! The once compact floor, grinds into dust Forming a thick brown carpet. The city dwellers starter from side to side As they swing at the mercy of the dust, To save their

Indoor Citizen

The Chege February 24, 2018 Art and Poetry 0

I lead in loathsome regard, The unwelcome lullaby of mosquitoes. Eyelid flutter After Eyelid flutter, I slap my face in sleep when they pause their creepy chorus to indulge in the brew of my blood. One of my two windows has an ugly wink, Like a one-eyed widow, Widowed by a random stone from the heinous hands of

A Thing or Two

The Chege February 20, 2018 Art and Poetry 0

I attempted to walk an empty land, Where empty talks stalk the destiny of muted echoes... In that strange land, I learnt a thing or two about love and laughter, Yet I found it strange that chaos can come with the charm of merry mornings. I went to the gate man, To get why men

God must be a Poet.

The Chege February 11, 2018February 11, 2018 Art and Poetry 1

God must be a poet, To mould mountains like mystic rhymes, To keep hills in ageless youth at all times, Just as He preserves the loudly faithless, the hateful, the hopeless... And those whose fate is hidden in worse ellipses. He must be the perfect poet, To hide the scream of streams and reverse the wild

What am I?

The Chege February 9, 2018February 10, 2018 Art and Poetry 1

I once was calm but now I'm shaken, Awoken by noises louder than the screams in my dreams. Quickly living, slowly dying, I'm lain among the filth strewn along streets so dusty, For I owe poverty every coin drop in this steel cup so rusty, Which you pass past fast, every time you walk

Silent Song

The Chege February 9, 2018February 9, 2018 Art and Poetry 0

Sing me a silent song, Sting me with soft sounds to soothe my wounds. Steal me, make me still and calm in soul and mind- Break my breaths with every hug of your tongue on mine. Sing slower, show me how to dance like a lazy wave- Dance, let's dance to the beats of our

Miaka Kumi

mwas February 3, 2018 Art and Poetry 0

Nilikupenda tangu... nakumbuka hadi mamangu akikwambia aty utakuwa wangu... Wangu wakupenda Wangu msiri kwa yote tungeyatenda Wangu kulisha na wangu kunilisha Wangu wakuenzi masiku na miezi Wangu.... Nilikupenda Nilikupenda siku zenye hukuwa unajuwa love ni nini?!...siku zenye love kwako ilikuwa tabiya mbaya...tukitembea na wewe hizo siku ulikuwa unaskia haya Nilikupenda ukiwa mweusi...time nlikuwa na chora giza,,nai-cut out na kuipaint

Nairobi Speaks (Spoken Word)

Muthanji Mungai January 25, 2018 Art and Poetry 0

Unknown to many, the art of the spoken word is alive in Nairobi, now more than ever before. Spoken word is an oral art form that is closely associated with poetry ,rap culture and also referred to as free verse rhyme. It is believed to have originated from west Africa,