Category : Poetry

If I can only count my teeth And know the strength they possess I can decide what food to eat For the nourishment of my

Crumbling in a rumbling world Ours was the beggar role Turned down from the expected Rumbling in life facet Where ego rule our pride Here

“Leave my house you useless child At your old age of 12 you wee on the bed” That is the song sang by my uncle

The fasting and prayers blissful Happy faces, smiling lips, dancing bodies, thankful! Joyful, joyous Salvationists singing songs of salvation Glorious, witty boys and girls in

When we are true brethren I will be happy with love You will sing Halleluyah With me in heavenly bliss Banished is hatred and envy

When will change come? How can we go about the transformation agenda? What really triggers us To do the wrong we wish we shouldn’t do?

Koi! Ko! Ko! Ko! Who gently harasses my happy door Please come in my spirit today will not be poor The clock ran round, the

One tear for the poor As starvation and pestilence ravage us Like a bee that stung it prey Impoverishing us day after day This is

The gallantry of men is not measured By how many drop in battle from From the force fantastica of not non groundnut Which they gladly

Never see yourself a fugitive And fret not when the tide is against you Seek not the help of men Which never brings true happiness