Fikira Zetu: By
Victor Mwendwa.
The Dark Ride
I walk throug...: By Victor Mwendwa. The Dark Ride I walk through these dark alleys As I pain for this girl Ali. I poke into all these wounds in my heart A...
Monday, 22 April 2013
Friday, 19 April 2013
Fikira Zetu:
Building of pain
Left eye sore and tears trickling freely down his cheeks
The strong face he wore seemed frail when he looked right
It almost betrayed him.
A man he was thus tough he should be, reason enough why he
stiffened his neck
Tummy stuck out like it
wanted to break free from the cloth she wore
Sweat trickled down her face and formed pattern
Deep breath and gasps for oxygen rhythmically as per advice
of her companion
She would soon be a mother. Soon was too long at this
juncture.
My history with this building was soiled
Grandma was rushed to this building few years back
She never came back. She did not say goodbye.
The only decent lingo I managed to draw was pain
We are many. All with a story to tell about this building
Some have fairy tales others nightmares
Only string? Same venue
Same Building.
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