ALONE Alone I sat on my hospital bed in the company of provisions laying on the metallic cupboard bedside it, with bottles of injections, comforted with hose connected to a plastic bag stopping with a syringe pierced into my skin. My serenity lies on that plastic bag of chemical. I feel pain so I dooze […]
Glaring into the mirror, the tears flowed downTears of painTears of sorrowTears of regretWhy did it have to be me?I looked with feared eyes, sweaty forehead andWith a heavy heart looking for hopeI screamed with a dead soul and torn clothesFighting in pain for my lifeDid you know how it hurt when you took my
Dear Dinta. Dinta it’s been long we last saw each other.I miss those bass voice of yours,those smiles that extends to the ends of your cheeks or is it your as of then tiny legs you use skillfully in playing football. I remembered you told me how much you loved Shade and your future plans
We are who we areWe didn’t choose to be black skinnedOur forefathers didn’t eitherWe came with itIt’s in our gene and our bloodAnd we are going to keep birthing blacksto make thingsAccompanied with black afroPopping out melanin with caramel smooth skin.Ngaikedi © Precious
Life After Life. Have you ever wondered what you’ll have been if you were not created human, perhaps an animal, fish, tree or maybe even come as one of the stars. All these and many other questions roll in through my mind after seeing all the struggles life has offered. I sincerely believe that this
