Author: rayawambui

• In Search Of Womanhood (II)

  And yet, We own that beauty, Much more than The stars we are under.

  rayawambui

  July 7, 2015

  Kenyan Mind, Poetry, Woman in the Two Thousands

  Colonial Reprocussions, Confidence, Culture, Daughters, Hair, Kenya, Women

• In Search Of Womanhood (I)

  Ariel was my role model, If she could become human, Then I could be a little mermaid. And true loves kiss could save me from anything!

  rayawambui

  July 6, 2015

  Kenyan Mind, Poetry, Woman in the Two Thousands

  babies, childhood, girl child, poetry, statutory rape, the girl child, Virginity

• Breast

  So, while the NAN can tells me, that mothers milk is best. It’s not accepted, in public, For me to pull out my breast…

  rayawambui

  June 10, 2015

  Kenyan Mind, Poetry, Woman in the Two Thousands

  babies, breast feeding, Children’s Rights, freedom of speach, objectification, poetry, Womens health

• This Big

  We had to make sure you were ok. We had to cut open to save You from my uteruses efforts to give you life.

  rayawambui

  June 4, 2015

  Kenyan Mind, Poetry, Woman in the Two Thousands

  childhood, Culture, Daughters, Mother, motherhood, Mothers

• Me, Beautiful?

  Is in the corners of the lips that fall, even though they know not to speak all

  rayawambui

  May 27, 2015

  Poetry, Woman in the Two Thousands

  Beautiful, Beauty, Confidence, Empowerment, Love, poetry, Posing, Selfie, SelfLove

• Attempted Laughter

  While the spades name, slips silent through gritted teeth.

  rayawambui

  February 28, 2015

  Poetry

  Confidence, Depression, Lifing, poetry, Trauma

• At The End Of The Day

  We like to shine, because, we like the way it makes you smile.

  rayawambui

  November 20, 2014

  Uncategorized

  Culture, Gender Balance, Love, Men, poetry, Protection, Security, Women, Women Rights

• To Our Own Beat

  These potholes, catch my heels’ heels in ways that make my knees fold, and all this, chanting, jumping up and down, is making me feel old. There was a time, when moving, grooving felt like fairy dusted gold, but tarmacing and hussling is making wrinkles start to show.   There must be more, to these […]

  rayawambui

  November 20, 2014

  Kenyan Mind, Poetry

  Culture, Drums, tribalism

• The Misinformed Prince, By Mak Manaka

  I first heard this piece at the 18th Poetry Africa, Durban. I cried tears of realisation and relief at the same time. I was so dumbfounded that I only realised after it was over, that I had a camera on my lap and could have recorded it. So, I hounded Mak to send me a […]

  rayawambui

  October 30, 2014

  Poetry, Woman in the Two Thousands

• Ashore

  Hoping to find, not the shore line that threw me off before But, a new beach line that promises more. I’m sore. The sea weed keeps wrapping around the raw, open wounds formed when my beloved ship tore, Wrecked by the jagged edges of a rock that hid more than the bits I saw. I’m […]

  rayawambui

  September 5, 2014

  Uncategorized