Category: poemsies

  • [asking of name]

    [asking of name]

    When I asked for your name I did not know that questions have force-full answers,  I was yet to comprehend the power in knowing a name the powerlessness in being swelled by that which introduces being or the powerful-ness; it is hard to tell I was still in the pre-knowing-you era and was unaware,  looking-back-kind-of-ridiculously…

  • crackling peace

    crackling peace

    Have you felt the wind rush through your armpits making a parachute out of your baggy t-shirt as you ride atop a bodaboda, Or, with cold hands, after you’ve trudged the rain outside and cucu hands you a steaming cup of dufia after you’ve changed into dry garb, the feeling of your shivering fingers furling…

  • our ugly half*

    our ugly half*

    Have you ever set out to search for the missing half? …The half that’s misshapen. Ugly, itchy, heavy, abrasive. Awkward to the hand, gritty on the tongue, platypus of history – stage of how we got here that we’d all prefer to ignore. Have you ever feared what the missing half would reveal? Shailja Patel

  • an air of being
  • Wacha tuseme…

    Wacha tuseme…

    Sema wakati ukija wa kutafakari upana wa zilizo, walio, kuliko, vilivyo – utatuona na kufikiria: bahati iliyoje.