Creativity, recording current history
I thought i was crowned with a neon sign that said which way u could go with your notions of self depletion. I barely lifted a finger. Imobilized by shock. You made a fool of my trusting nativity. But i am now braced and barred against your return. I hate your ease in destruction of…
I thought i was crowned with a neon sign that said which way u could go with your notions of self depletion. I barely lifted a finger. Imobilized by shock. You made a fool of my trusting nativity. But i am now braced and barred against your return. I hate your ease in destruction of…
It’s 3:00am, and I can’t get back to sleep. My mind is preoccupied by young faces from yet another FGM Kenya documentary I put myself through yesterday. It is not a hidden fact, that the age for circumcision is getting younger and younger. Perhaps its in order to combat the increasing awareness of…
She sat, with his hand in her lap. Nestled. Offering the only comfort she could. She rubbed her hand over his hair, clear of his hair line. It was difficult to tell whether he was more upset with the world or with Tessa. She couldn’t help feeling like a fall back. She would do anything…
Im just a little girl, Making noise on a stage. I had no idea, two years ago, that i would never be the same. Im just a little girl who crawled up on your stage, With no idea how my heart would jump, when i saw a Chang in your face. Just a little girl,…
I cried, the first day that I laid my eyes on a horizon lined by land locked water. In the country I call home. Honesty is an integral element of integrity. If one wishes to be understood, one must learn to speak clearly. Words spoken out, should not be out loud if they are…
My lakes have grass And my roads have water Not enough reforestation But it seems to be fine, That the best dug out holes, Are on hazardous inclines. My lakes have grass My roads have water As we weave off the edges Of what should be dual carriage To bypass the ditches which cross…
She owns the world, with a paint brush Of words Which caress lifes’ obstacles with an overpowering; ‘It is well.’ October, November which bring rainy days, She picks out the lilac to frame the grey and rain purple rain So the roads, with confetti celebrate our way. She speaks in metaphors of a…
So, I looked for my front porch the other night. Longingly, wandering about the feeling of being home at last. But I stumbled past shady trees, which held my sight. Mockingly pretending, they would shield the rain, take on the lightening blasts. I grazed my knees on acacia thorns, discarded by tall vagabonds, Resiliently…
