I HOPE IT WAS QUICK We barely ever talk about rape victims;We barely ever believe their stories;Always throwing in a bit of doubt; Always blaming the victim;Not understanding our own hand in it; The ones who don’t make it;A silent prayer;We hope to keep to ourselves. LOVE & PAIN
Causes
STORIES FORM A DIFFERENT TIME
No youth, in any generation, other than ours, have stood back and watched our political masters, who have their own masters, lead this country into oblivion. We have never been rubber stamps to the ideals of individuals who think their way is the only way, but here we are, watching, helpless, silent. STORIES FORM A … Continue reading STORIES FORM A DIFFERENT TIME
ALEPPO
My last read this year, has been The Beekeeper of Aleppo by Christy Lefteri, that was referred to me by a close friend. It talks about the transition of a Syrian refugee, fleeing the civil war, and the impact that transition has on his individual life, and that of his family. Time seems to stop, … Continue reading ALEPPO
I LOVE BANANAS AND THOSE WHO GUARD IT
I was talking to her a couple of weeks back; she thought I had a weird stomach because every time I eat bananas, I get this nasty stomach ache that never seems to end. She further went on and on, warning me that my love for bananas will one day kill me if I don’t … Continue reading I LOVE BANANAS AND THOSE WHO GUARD IT
A GRAVEYARD BUILT ON PAIN
“A Graveyard Built On Pain,” is a tribute to all the loved ones we’ve lost to depression because we didn’t understand their pain. It’s a reminder that mental health issues are real, it’s a reminder that it’s not a figment of people’s imaginations, because we do lose the lives of those we love and closest … Continue reading A GRAVEYARD BUILT ON PAIN
WE ARE ONE BUT MANY
WE ARE ONE BUT MANY Africa still mourns,For the children of Biafra,With each rising sun;When shall we learn as a continent;That our diversity is our greatest asset? LOVE & PAIN
VAITE
VAITE Say my name! Say my name;Don’t forget it; Don’t let them forget it; Spell it out on your lips;Force the pigs who took my life to remember, “Plata o plomo,”Make them pay. *Vaite is also a Meru word that means clansman. LOVE & PAIN
DAVID CARILTON MAINA
“In a country where police brutality is a norm and countless innocent Kenyans lose their lives at the hands of those who are supposed to protect them, we can’t keep quiet while these horrors go unchecked. We must do all we can to make the system accountable. For all the cases of police brutality and … Continue reading DAVID CARILTON MAINA
STILL NIGGER
STILL NIGGER A million unmarked graves lie on the ocean bed,Free men turned slaves,Who never made it to captivity; Millions more lie in the south,Body on top of body;When you didn’t excite the master no more,You met the noose; We thought we were free,But even at home or away;Police brutality keeps demeaning us further. LOVE … Continue reading STILL NIGGER
WE MADE CHOICES WE CAN’T TAKE BACK
“We Made Choices We Can’t Take Back,” is a poem on the debate between pro-life and pro-choice, especially leaning towards pro-choice. About two weeks back, I had a poll, where I asked a couple of people what they preferred, and a lot of the women were pro-choice, and after reading a couple of stories, I … Continue reading WE MADE CHOICES WE CAN’T TAKE BACK
Oganga Mangiti 