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Farewell to a Democratic Icon, Raila Odinga

A tree has fallen. The rumble of its fall reverberates through all of Kenya, echoes throughout Africa! The crush of its fall has flattened hearts with heartbreak! An ancient tree is fallen!

The Moon and Ocean: A Poetic Dialogue

My first journey to Mombasa was, partly, almost a joke. It was serious business – I was going to represent the UoN in the National Music Festivals – but there was a lot of fun and play too. Years later when I reflected on the trip, I realized that it presented me with a wealth of wisdom. Part of that arose from my observation of nature during the journey and my stay at the coastal city. Enjoy this poem that came from my consideration of the moon and the ocean.

Be Gone, Winter!

Outward bound
I saw you limping
I was glad
To bid you farewell
Your frigidity for months
Forced layers upon layers on me
Still, you linger
You keep turning back
As if you forgot something important
Be gone, winter
Overstay your welcome no longer

Serendipity in Nairobi

On a chilly September night,
In a rather quiet corner of Nairobi,
On the second floor of Kimberly,
A girl with a smile so radiant,
Walked into a room…

On Silent Longing

You used to like a girl,
And there she sits now—
a perfect relic you mock yourself for keeping.
How absurd, this shrine of silence,
Did she ever notice your shadow?

Encased in Black

Black
All black
Black on black
Pitapatting shoes, black
Wide wavily pants, black
Puffy hugging jacket, black
Curly flowing hair in a knot, black
Big head-cuddling earphones, black
Dazzling from within the black
Her delicate whiteness is encased in black

With Hope I Face Winter’s Frown

On days like this
When masked in a frown
All day long indoors she remains
Stepping out but briefly for a peek
A rare fleeting stroll in the chilly wintry air
Let it to me be granted
That out in the frigidity engulfed
She finds and against me rubs
Or at a window I be seated
For her improbable winter smile in wait
For with that radiant beaming smile
The sun’s ebullience makes the day whole

Pedals of Progress

Like clay on the potter’s wheel
Gradually but certainly
She is spun
On the horizon she spots victory
She is molded
The song of triumph from afar grows nigh
She is transformed
Hope, once distant and remote, now grins at her
In the wind, a step away, the finish line flutters
She is educated!

Perpetual Death

Glimmers of hope
Extinguished
And reignited
Only to be doused
Dying dreams rekindled
Then smothered
Again…
And again…
And again
In the meeting between
Callousness and ingenuousness
Rendering living lifeless
Perpetual death!