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Growing up,I wantedto become a writer,Finally, I grew upand became one without a title.That is why I write,Because I am searching for a lingual acceptancein my loneliness If I don’t write about myselfwho will?Nobody,wants to writeabout a Poetwho was creative in writingbut never created a lifeout of himself. I knewI could never be a doctor,But…

VICTORIOUS;

Through these lenses,This looks like that a film,Chasing faces, traces from the Unbound emerge.From a bird’s eye view, scenes from a crocodile’s tear image. I’ve held enough stories but only one hugged my intuition,Recorded in my brain as BMR’s Best Memory Ever.Watching this Cinema as it unfolds. It all began when I finished myself by…

Days like this;

Written by @thephenomwillrise innocent__Kinaya 🇰🇪 Voice by @Pinkie 🇺🇬 Video by @Kahuni 🇰🇪 #SpokenwordPoetry

Sad New Yeah!! 2023

Life is for the livingNot for surviving or beggingIf you are tired of the preachingWe might as well be family Since I first stepped into 2023,I knew I would have this feelingReflections of memories that are saddeningRemembering those that died in this struggle called existing,Felling out of place in my own space, Maintaining alive-ness with…

Drinkmass escapades

I have never run so fast in my lifeNever even imagined I could speed up this muchNever thought fear would make me beg for more breathNever felt this kind of breathlessness beforeNever fought as hard with something that fights back by chasing meI wished for God to finally come through for me after neglecting me…

Merry Drinkmas

I’m intentionally staying away for ChristmasNo incentive is enough to make me stay,Unless you have a barrel of Black KEG laying somewhere cold and lonely. Drinking has become my muse,I don’t know but my hunch tells me you are what you eat or in this case, drink. I can design myself in Oblivion and create…

NO CHRISTMAS AS USUAL.

#SpokenWord The Christmas season is of Faith and Hope.A little bit less courage but is gracious enough to give you free time to spend time. A 25-year-old bard,On December 25th,Scanning the environs soon setting camp at the Old shack where the Old guards of the land are sipping communal concoctions (Ethnic Beer),Sitting across them looking…

Why I dislike Christmas

On the Eve of Christmas 2001, before I went to bed at night I saw a faceless fat creature clad in Santa’s Cap,I have had nightmares but this was absurd.Never really liked Santa from childhood,I always made wishes for Christmas but he never came down the chimney My Red & white days slowly faded to…

Love is not such a big deal

Do you believe in Love? Love is relativeIf you ask me I’ll tell you from my experiencethatLove,Can not survive on its ownLove needs timeLove needs People and thingsLove needs a placeLove needs patienceLove needs hateto exist Love,is an illusionLove is blindLove is made hence it can be broken in the same wayLove is a song…

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