Society

Cathedrals sell as glamorous places. But this pile you can hardly call a church: A disused, Sixties prefab. Leaking roof…

Was it really so bad in 2016. With a choice to remain, you chose to leave. I sit and I ponder and look to the sea. And think what was once and was once meant to be…

My life stinks because I’m a broke guy: my father is a post sixaginarian peasant farmer in the native rural of Zimbabwe. I have no money to buy steak, I feed on grass throughout the year like a grasshopper…

What’s happening to the World that was once so full of hope? Where simplicity prevailed and evolutionary goodness had scope. Man and Nature existed together in relative peace and harmony…

Can’t you smell it? Like new socks and that clean plastic fresh from China like people with money in nice restaurants vanilla lattes beer and body odor between the cracks in these cold, grey streets…

Have you ever taken a walk? From Milimani to Bondeni? You will be surprised my friend. Up there in Milimani, people are fewer than the houses. Did I mention houses, I mean mansions…

EVERY FOUR YEARS, LIKE CLOCKWORK THEY COMETHEY ARRIVE ON THE SCENE WITH A FLOURISHSOME FACES FAMILIAR, SOME ARE BRAND NEWBUT EACH SHOWS A DESIRE FOR SERVICE WHAT STRIKES ME AS…

I never wanted to be a small matter. But I was conceived. I never wanted to become a bigger particle. But I somehow developed. I never wanted to sense my being. But I got aware of…

The stars that witnessed my birth, burn. The night that announced my inception to the cruelty of men, burn. Let the voices that chorused my name shrink Oh! How I…

What if the world unites. Hatred will lose its humongous value. Selfishness will die in striking solitude. Our night will be addressed as daylight…

Nature is Falling Apart. I’m longing for too long. To bring back the past. The voice of mother nature. The world is changing fast…

I knew why poets never die. Reading an anthology of Classic poems. On quiet a night. With wings of Enlightenment and delight. My soul took flight. To far-off lands bright…

I’ll tell you a tale of Brexit. As happened in twenty nineteen. When Brits chose to be an island. And Parl’ment got as mad as we’ve seen…

Look there’s the moon up the sky. Shining among the stars with great destiny. Giving light to the Night Travelers. Who has forgotten the way; it’s not fair…

Tribute is to be heard, loudly and unhindered. As my myriad voice is voting for thanks. In honouring person preceded by His reputation. His entire being is dedicated to plight…