POETRY

Author FrankieOkello Spectacular ? When I was a little kid, I would hear my older brothers and their friends talk about their sex-life stories. Hearing

And so this evening came This dusk full of dark and gloom I had had a bad day in class And so she came along

African women are rare Most have become the source of our inspiration We are not just left in admiration. But also in some hope in

By Rose Gachugu. Sick, she feels sick, Not medical sick just feels the disease in her. Her soul is like crumpled paper, nothing is right.

By Yuvaan My pains! My chains! My Games! My blames! You knew it all! Not even a spot you forgot to wipe out Let alone

By Pasithea Chan Filter, filter, makes you a trendsetter hiding the fact that you’re much older. Sticker and glitter to show you matter lest you

By Pasithea Chan Culture or clutter, torture or fracture words with lots of components to factor. Between real and actor receiver and doer; cultures are

By poetic hans I feel guilty, I feel guilty of hiding the truth, My pockets filled with apologies, Ready for disposal whenever my mistakes are

I feel guilty,I feel guilty of hiding the truth,My pockets filled with apologies,Ready for disposal whenever my mistakes are revealed,Trying to negotiate solutions with fictionIts

We grew on different treesBearing hurt and maybes.Until one day our leavesTouched and nothing could appeaseOur desire to live as we please. Years went by