Please come in, enter my abandoned house of grief Lock the doors of fate spying behind you. Hang your coat over there. Can I pour you coquito? Drinks that make men open up their souls when they feel lost, and their wrists tied with clocks of ending times or an
The joy of Africa is the stories we tell our children
My child, come pack your mind here In my luggage of calm thoughts No man is nicer than the taste of wisdom. Puberty skittles will entice you to let the nectarines of that ice defrost And sip, deep, like a kilned malt through the funnels of the soul You’ll add
Feed me till I want no more Lack of praise makes my heart sore Click, click goes the fan cam Because of their ‘likes’ I call them fam. Feed me till I want no more A mere shadow of who I was before If you don’t approve of what
This is not a calm jazz that flutes with an eclipse of sweetening melodies; music that raises a man’s heart from the nips of its faith This is a rough metal bass. Chaotic to eardrums, erratic, erupting to magma of a life interrupted. See the lava of pains on heat.
Afraid of the pain Of being alone again I stay. Because maybe he’ll change Maybe I’ll change Maybe we’ll change Things will change. Afraid of the pain Of being alone again I stay. I want to give us a chance, To maybe reignite romance. Restart this love dance, And so
Just the other day I boarded a Kenya Bus and sat next to a middle aged man and woman. It was clear that they didn’t know each other and yet just after a minute or two they were deep in conversation. Of Course being my usual nosy self, I perked
God, what evil have I committed wrong That the stereo of my heart play only but a sad song? Let the dew-drops of this terrible terrain erode my pain Let the tree tops, buttressed – shade my grains of laughter from owls Let the preface of my diary escape this
On a visit to Collectors Treasury -Finding a book on Persian Poetry
I held books printed with your name inside your words which I read aloud to my friend savouring the rhythm
I know this pain; with tips of a tired sun and tiredness of a restless moon When every candle of memory and chance of glory is limited. Broken. Lost. Away.
5 ways to stay nerdy in Africa: 1. Always Read 2. Date a bookworm 3. Gift a book 4. Adopt homeless books 5. Be friendly to authors — BookCrest Cabernet (@Najm_writes) November 13, 2016
