But the Holy Bible does not wish a working man with hands callused from the till of the land nothing…
Browsing: Poetry
The bombshell lies on my bed Smiles and leans back her head I go down cautiously Tonight I am playing…
all cities yield their grammar, even Nairobi, sixteen years on. i have learnt the concrete nouns of places, the conjunctions…
I would like to make this clear Countryman, give me your ear A certain prominent female politician here Is not…
Source: [VIMEO] For Women Who Are Difficult to Love by Warsan Shire You are a horse running alone and he tries…
I am learning to love my child whose father split my legs into an opened brochure to read hallowed letters of…
I love the rawness of the beginning When I can see your heart in your throat every time you want…
‘A Room With A Drowning Book’ is a the winning poem by Adeeko Ibukun (Nigeria) that carried home the trophy at the Babishai…
‘Ghosts of Jeevanjee’ is a gripping poem by Sheila Nyanduaki Okong’o (Kenya) that ranked second at the Babishai Niwe Poetry Award…
My bro, Magunga, says the story of my shooting is too good to remain in a defunct magazine. My own…
I have thrown away The ramshackle of your hesitant love Alongside your party-hopping To the cistern store of yesterday That…
When the world matures around me When time shall dance with my squeaking bones That my pen will succumb to…