Comfortably
All that he had, could not equate to what he could be.
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Love Kenya, Just A Little Bit
Inspired by Professor Herman Bond Manyora
The Kind Of Love
Source: The Kind Of Love
At The End Of The Day
We like to shine, because, we like the way it makes you smile.
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…
Time To Tell -An Ode To The Amazing Fathers Of This Wold.
It’s a shame, your light is shadowed over by, whispered domestic war stories, with more guts than glory. When your fellow dads Abandoned their homes for younger love stories. Its sad, that those who rise to the occasion of single parenthood, Will hear more blame for absent counterparts, Than compliment for their part. From playgrounds,to…
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Growing Up. Part 2. Hair and Love
Acceptance, and especially self acceptance can be hard to come by. More often than not, people will point out things that differentiate you from them. As you get older, it becomes easier to stand by your own principles and decisions. The full list of ways that I feel blessed to have grown up is: 1….
Journey To Mali P4 -Coconut Trees
My first impression of Mali, is the road from the airport. It is lined with Neem trees, so I busy myself explaining to my hosts that they are called Mwarubanne at home because they are said to cure 40 diseases. My French is stiff and very broken, but I have found that most of the…
Journey To Mali P3, Kenyan Timing
So, this morning I was scheduled to fly to Bamako Mali, as you must already know. I missed my flight. Having spent the night fretting about what I may forget and have I got everything I need, that I managed to forget what may well have been the most important thing: my phone on silent….
Journey to Mali Part 2: ‘Stop being a chicken!!’
The quote in the tittle is censored. Although I had completely sworn off performance poetry, I have always and hope to always write. Amongst friends and family, I would share my poetry and people often preferred being read to, than reading it for themselves. Reading my poems out loud, with an audience also helped me…
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