You are my idea of love The sun rising behind these hills My morning dew and muse, The songs I sing in my heart And
Category: Poetry
The King’s Messenger: Town Crier
Kokookoroko kokorokoro A greeting called from afar The children ran out excited As if this message was for them But then who knows? Heads up,
Bad phone
Hi guys! I’ve a bad phone and this is affecting my writing. I won’t be regular as usual. Later…
My Soul Longs for Thee
My soul longs for thee, dear motherland To run the patched dusty red muds And to swim in the rivers crisscrossing all over you Let
Family is Energy
For more than a week, the waters of our rivulet Oko’pia has been chalky. Villagers say each time this happened, an animal (Atah – Alligator)
Palm Trees
Like a tropical masquerade she stood With hands as long and spiky fronds And breasts as red fruits, ripe and Fresh snacks for all who
