LICHT
Light… That’s a word I’ve always admired. It’s a word I only know the meaning of but haven’t really experienced. Last time we were together,
Maskini mzee
Kitandani amelala kwa miaka Hakuna wa kumjali Hakuna wa kumkumbuka Je alikosea wana wake? Wana wake ndio wamemtega? Ni kosa gani mzee katenda? Ugonjwa unamuumiza
Bona dhuluma?
Bona dhuluma? Nauliza bona dhuluma? Kijana yatima anaonewa huyu Hawezi tembea Tena Jirani yake kamkata miguu yake Sasa hawezi tembea wala kukimbia Shida zinamuandama Hawezi
Divorced me ?
Where is your senses? We got children together But you went away You promised to come back from town When I calls you , you
Hopeless man
Where is my land? Where is my land? I inherited this land from my parents Now you have taken it from me Is that that
Kilio Moyoni
Miaka na mikaka Ulimwengu nmetembea Viatu vyaweza nena Milima na mabonde nimepitia Miaka na mikaka Nyumbani kutamu Utamu wa kukaa bure Ila chakula hakuna Mikono
Barren woman
Uuui! Uuui! Uuui! Where are you my fertility? Which mistakes have I done? I have tried my best But I can’t produce offsprings Mother in
Teared heart
White is turning black The milk you gave has turned to water You gave me to feed my empty stomach Now there is no more
SWEET PAIN
Iam left turning and rolling With no sleep or dream Im always awake by three And my past is all i get to see. My
KEY
She always pestered me to find the way to her heartShe even insisted that I alone owned those keysShe also reminded me that my delay
