Whispers travelled like a wild fire
Her rise to power was a result of her
lifting her legs,
Whispers travelled like a wild fire
Her rise to power was a result of her
lifting her legs,
Your suicide is slit wrists
Pokes and piercings
Hunger pangs
Yanking the one you
Thought was yours
Hanging under the mango tree
Ever so green
Yours is eighteen years alive
Spewing the bowels from the crevice of the inner lining
After the fourth bend.
I did not perform as well as I thought I would when I sat for my Certificate of Primary
Education (CPE) and I suppose I did not perform as well as my father expected either.
I look at you, my eyes tear up
I am caught between the love
I have for you and the self hate
that overwhelms my heart
There are days I’ve thought
of dangling in the skies
like a pendant on a King’s wall
for all to see and shame.
Life has dealt me a bad card
and yet here I sit. I fight
not for my soul but for
you to maybe have it
better than I
by Liz Kilili
Why won’t she believe me when
I say that I really like her?
Why won’t she believe the
Honest words that come from within?
Some dreams
are like unborn babies
that you have to wrest away from you
to survive in the here and now.
I die. My mind dies, my soul rises,
I die. feelings and thoughts no
longer imprison me in my body
My soul awakens out of my body
It runs into unconquered lands,
Nachire musome, nanyola khakhanga, Khakhanga khafwa khale Namkhuju
jusa engao khukupane ni wekhichu…
No!