Francis Bacon

A spin on creation and the idea of rest

I was getting tired working on my writing, schoolhouse and what not, so I wondered what other creators do in such circumstances. Simple as it seems, I found a lot of depth in various answers. I reread a number of creation stories and artists’ bios. The Genesis story in particular offered new light. My initial […]

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Outrage doesn’t begin to describe how I feel

Outrage doesn’t begin to describe how I feel

Often a writer is expected to play a major role in society, not only as a cultural agent through writing but also as an activist and well, change agent, giving timely views and opinions on whatever is going on or whatever needs to change.

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Where are the cherry blossoms?

Where are the cherry blossoms?

One of the things I’ve realized here is talking about the weather all the time. Weather governs our lives, our behavior and our language. For the most part, March has been too long, cold and unpleasant. It’s supposed to be Spring but in actuality we are having an extension of winter. I’ve moved from shock, […]

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Spring of Freedom

The winter seems unending. It’s a relief to come to the end of February because in this part of the world February is the longest month. Too long staring at icicles dripping, dripping, and time seemingly still, dreary days unchanging. But that’s not true. Everything changes and there’s a beautiful pattern in each season, each […]

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Patrice Lumumba

I sing Patrice Lumumba on the 50th Anniversary of his assassination

Fifty years ago when the youngest and most hopeful American president at that time was inaugurated (JF Kennedy), the youngest and most visionary leader in Africa was assassinated (Patrice Lumumba).

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Holiday Cheer

When I was very young Christmas time was my favorite time of the year. Lots of good food, gifts, and lots of people too. We’d be a full house and it was fun. Years later it became cumbersome. There weren’t that many gifts and if there were, the eyes of a child were gone. More […]

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Evening

At 5 p.m. the sun’s shadow crosses half of the veranda That’s when women begin to prepare dinner And the boy boils water for the cows’ teats They love a teat massage with warm water Before one can start pulling hard for the milk

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What else is new? Mugabe and his Grace

So Grace Mugabe, infamously known as Dis-Grace, has been having an affair with the central bank chief, Gideon Gono. There’s a way the name Gono sounds unhygienic—VD like—but given the fact that we are looking at a woman who goes on a shopping spree and spends more than an entire country’s GDP, well, she couldn’t […]

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Hooded vulture (necrosyrtes monachus).

The vultures

I don’t usually try to explain my poetry but here I’ll say this poem has nothing to do with vultures but has a lot to do with vultures.

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The storm here

We had a storm here in da cuse, thunder raging and rain pouring donkeys for a whole day and night, I just found myself sitting still and watching the rain.

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