The Mt Kenya Times
I am writing my situation with the help of pen. I am writing fire to burn myself....
Poetry
Make the sound of silent lips. Make God and habit in you. my identity my master my...
All The Way He Used To Roam With His Car. Helping Others With Hands On So Far....
By: Pearson Lemani I will send you my smile When I am miles away To ignite...
You were there when I first cried Held me in your arms and comforted me You were...
Come closer and see a lot. You will see only one in my eyes. Time has been...
Hey my love! It’s been two years you are no more but I , but I feel...
We are the poor people, Everyone hates, As well as dominates us, No one loves and cares...
Anacondas squeezing in between sparkling little sun rays Gun shots sprinkling smelly waterfalls of gonorrhea and...