Call me summer; my days are sunny and hot, And in the forage you shall find, sweet fruits riped. I give tastes of fresh salmon
Month: Apr 2018
The rainfall
i. See the rain drops fall, Throwing a rain party for all! The clouds wailed this evening But to the children it was fun ii.
Tales from the Giraffe
Oh lovely tower! You stand above roofs and trees And graze on the wild Savannah You nibble at fresh tree leaves, And the whole land
Flying to summer
There’s a symphony of joy! Roaring up the bright skies, Emissaries of the aging day Graceful flights to Africa! * Floating above the countryside Leaving
Death of a masquerade
When the cocks wake the clan in the morn with their calls I remember you, your memories are like my room walls First, I must
Musing: The Railroad
Iron metal Crisscrossing Dragging through the dust Like the snake, iron snake. Tracks lay ahead as far as our eyes go, Crawling through the urban
The Legend of Wawadomea
Verse 2: Cannibals of the East 2 The sunset drew a picture Which had lived with me For all my younger life A strange uproar
Folktale: The Animal king
Gather now… Come closer Warm your hands, sit near the fire It is a cold evening, is it? I have a folktale for you, And
The Pathway
Maybe I am lost, lost in the quiet Plantain forest Following a trail of leaves, to a place where I know not Maybe I am
Folk: Under the Mango tree
1 Breezes and dreams are gifts of Nature to the hardworking villagers, After a days heavy toil in the fields of corn, yam and sweet
