by Benard Makaa | Oct 7, 2018 | Culture, Poems
Of their Roses and their colours, Poets may prate, I sing my plain upcountry Ann, In two years, she will be my wife, And become the joy of my life, Blessed Day that I will make her my own. Not a word of her face, her shape, or her eyes, Of flames or boobs shall you...
by Benard Makaa | Sep 18, 2018 | Poems, Stories
Up in some lone football field, In a dark lonesome place, Where the crickets out-chirped, As they made their mating calls. There we met honey babe, And sat on a green bench, That swore to bear our weight, As we sipped our Ksh100 orange juice. You, as...
by Benard Makaa | Jul 25, 2018 | Letters, Poems
I am not yet old; O listen to me. Let not your desire, for therapy, override my right. You are exploiting me for likes on Facebook & shares on Instagram? O listen to me and I will show you the light. Congratulations, I am your new baby! I am not yet two,...
by Benard Makaa | Jul 6, 2018 | Poems
Wandering and weak are all my prayers, And fleeting the things I crave, Love only, cleansed from all cares, Shall save me from the grave. Strengthen my love, O Lord, That I may in your love believe, And opening my life to you, May your gift freely...
by Benard Makaa | Jul 5, 2018 | Poems
Often in the night, from this lonesome room, I long to meet you, To pierce the dark, dividing gloom, And join myself to you. Up in the morning, I am out on the road, And I am searching for you, Out on the highways, out on the cold, I keep searching for you....
by Benard Makaa | Jun 13, 2018 | Poems
I knew it was over but still I clung, I didn’t know where else I could go, Do you think you would have helped me? I knew it was over, Though it never really began, But in my heart, it was so real! She spoke to me and said, “You are so boring;...
