Who will remember me when I’m gone? Who will tell my mother to be strong? Who will wail for me a funeral dirge, When my life has taken its ultimate stage? Who will it pain most upon the news of my passing? Who will mourn for me like a pharisee fasting? Who will look me…

If the hands of time could revolve, I would journey back to those days, When I felt nothing of the world, To those days when I smiled with my heart, And not because I wanted to impress the world. I would journey back to those days, When my innocence was an event of, Jocund bliss…

How do I extol thee, Oh, l’amour de ma vie? My life beautifier; Damsel prettier than a royal chandelier. Even though thy beauty is such, No adjective can match, But to keep entertaining my eyes, With thy ravishing smile, To extol thee, I shall try. Thou art as beauteous, As the morning sunshine. Thy complexion,…

My father,Son of a black man.Descendant of the lineage,Of fierce but indomitable lions,Whose presence set panthers to their feet;Whose roars make the greatMount Putu to shudder in fret.My father,A man abstemious with words,But when he speaks,His verbosities carry wits,Like that of a sage’s.A man whose words sound,Like music to the ears,And remedy to a broken…

The night is so grim, So are the paths of my people. Like the overflow of the River Nile, Torrents of tears wash away their smiles. The cedarwood is so indomitable, So are the will of my people. In spite of the roughness of the way, They still manage to survive day by day. The…

I gazed upon the airy infinity So vast and bright Lost in their serene beauty Lost in the dark of night With each gentle breeze Your presence near A whisper reminder Of love, so dear Your warm, soft embrace Reminds me of stories My grandma told Of love and memories She said the two walk…