Reke Tumanwo

By t. Michael Mboya

This could have been
just another tiff
but for your spiteful words
these flames of a fire
that have brought my tears to a boil
tears which dribbling down my soul
now melt the spiritual chains
that join me to you.
There is nothing more
to say, really.

A dew drop

By Karani Kelvin.

A dew drop

Round like a ball of mercury
Stands atop a tomato
Like a sentry from the future
It guards its post, holding
A mini iPhone in its hands?

Tell me something else

By Karani Kelvin.

Tell me something else, politician
Not the usual bamboo talk
Hard outside, hollow within
Never strong enough, always
Breaking under the weight of time

When I am no more

By Karani Kelvin.

When this heart no longer beats
When my veins crumble
And run dry
Like a stream in drought
And the dark shine of my skin fades
Take me back home.
I want you to take me home!
Do not let me lie lifeless
In the open wide wild world
A carcass not even fit
For the hungriest hounds!

To my sister

By Karani Kelvin

Yesterday

Scrolling through updates on Facebook

(And never posting any myself)

I saw a picture of a man – an old,

life battered white man, diapers

hanging loosely in his greying boxers –

holding hands with a charming

ebony skinned twenty-something years

old supple young woman