On the meaning of life

By Karani Kelvin.

What

I wonder

Is the meaning of life?

You can be good

Or bad; rich or poor

Black or white; Christian

Or Muslim; Short or tall

It matters not what station you are

How long and tiresome the journey is

Or how short and thrilling

Or how great and fulfilling:

We all come to one predictable

End.

Fall of the shilling and other stories

By Karani Kelvin.

These are hard times.

The dance of the silver shilling

Has no lining

Like the cloud

It dances with the vigor of youth

At a sprinters speed

It is a new dance

To a painful song that doesn’t end

The dollar, is slower, stable even

Having curved its place

In the community of currencies

It reclines in the loftiness of its majesty

Daring others to usurp its power

Wet Fantasies, Dry Realities

 By Oyoo Mboya.

I have watched their bodies writhe
Lost in the pleasures of a wet dream --

The In-law to Alego

By Abraham O'Obunga.

Their two children were about three years old when they first divorced. That was in the fifth month of the year. Anna could not believe it when John broke the news to her one evening.

Are we worth redeeming?

By Karani Kelvin.

Christ, if you were to live again 
In this mortal form
Would you die for us?
Would you silently suffer the indignity
Of being beaten, spat on and abused?
Would you countenance mortal man
Who you can wish away by a mere thought?
Look at how we live!
We don’t care much, not even for ourselves
Are we worth redeeming?
Lord, would you shed your blood
For such a creature as I? 

Soccer Mania*

By Langat Japheth.

 I mourn for Manchester City, my team:
Thrashed by Arsenal, five-nil
Yesterday at ….field;
I forget the playground’s name!

I Mourn for the Beginner*

By Anorld Mutugi.

Who loves a beginner?
What counts except experience?
In every aspect and field
Of romance, writing and working
But where do you gain experience
Without a first chance?