Creativity, recording current history
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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This is a dedication to Binyavanga Wainaina. To understand why I decided to review One Day I Will Write About This Place, we have to go back in time. I am fifteen. I am holding a thick, boldly titled book in my shaking hands. I am overwhelmed by exhilarating disbelief. This is a Kenyan book….
This is a topic, I suppose I cover quite frequently. If you would like to know a little more about the beginning of my performance journey, click here. I wont go into those details today. There are many ways, that I have grown as a poet, in this journal entry, I’m going to talk about…
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….
I am forced to admit, that I am quite a sporadic writer. I woke up the other morning, at three thirty, jumped out of bed and scrambled for a pen and lots of paper. I had to write about growing up, something I am suddenly very happy I’ve managed to do. Perhaps, one day, when…
The windows of this jav are clean. That makes me comfortable, it shows care. Care isn’t love though. If this was a loved car, It would be all clean. Not just wiped down, So obvious bits gleam. Why can’t I stop myself from seeing, the familiar, cloudy brown, bottoms and sides? The pane still…
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…
Bicycles creaked past them, sometimes spraying tiny specks of chocolate mud on their clothes as they solemnly walked home. No one said a word, and every ten steps Njora would have to slow his pace to let Kavi catch up.
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….
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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