It was gifted to us from the supreme.It all started from that gift which is only inherited from us;That we gave the world an enchanting
By Sheila Mumbo You asked me to hold you like I wanted you, To kiss you like my life depended on your lips, But I’m
By Gladys Gachanja Green with deep desire. Desire to carry her own seed. Hearts heavy like thunder. Heavy with cruel insults hurled at her for
The past was once our present. There was a time it was our future but now, you know what it is.
The past is not your enemy. When used well, it is an asset, a reference point.
Maybe am the one to blame. Maybe its true, I did commit the crime I must admit I lost it this time And am sick
For a fisherman like you,I must say you have a nice taste of wine, Your face is hard and rough, but it was chiseled by
By Cornelius Kipkosgei As her sickle, dim face move aboutBeyond a mass of huge dark clouds,So does the little me go forth and froHiding in
By Sheila Mumbo I’ve mastered the art of hiding my feelings, Smiling when deep inside I want to scream, And let my heart burn in
The depth of the seaIs nothing but shallowFor I drown longer in my tears and sorrows I recall wading through the musty fields of hopelessnessWith
I am Stephen Munyasya, stage name Stephen KE Poet. I am big believer of poetry, I believe it helps me travel in different realms thereby connecting freely with my audience.