The Mt Kenya Times
It is just a poem Written with common ink By a worthy boy from the bush No,...
Poetry
Blessings upon my shoulders, Your care, warm and flowing, Like a stream of running water, I’ll keep...
Never talk to her mad, Even when she’s dirty as mud, Look in her eyes with a...
We always put our best In what life promises to reward And like slaves on the highway...
You man Don’t take away my last breath Humans Please do me a favour please Humours It’s...
By Paula.O.M.Otukile Botswana, Africa Worth Noting: Crawl back to the drawing board and let’s normalize to tell...
Name: David Jomo Category: Poetry What were You Doing? (When I was Breathing My Last) What...
My tongue is crooked, honestly – I can not look into your eyes. Scattered line on my...
It’s true that I’m in love with fire leaves My treasure is more than the world can...