Nairobi Poetry Cafe, Alliance Francaise feature
…some of my most intimate pieces.
We too, dear Kenya, we children of different nose shape, hair texture and skin hue,
we are your children too.
My too much is now static.
And, you’re chilled out, like that’s
how its supposed to be.
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…
Do not think that blind hate is not blind.
We must seek to define, what they try to divide.
Invisible fingers trace boundaries to our knowledge…
Without you no one else perceives,
That you stood to burn for me.
He was stronger.