Category: Poetry
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The Universal Tune: How Axis Mũndũ Reveals the Music Behind Human Existence
By Gĩtaũ wa Kũngʼũ For centuries, the rainbow hung as a cosmic mystery—an arc of colors, untouchable and sacred, a bridge between earth and sky. People saw it as a divine sign, a message from the heavens. Then Sir Isaac Newton, relentless in curiosity, took a prism and refracted white light into its vibrant spectrum.…
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Pain, Unfiltered
Sometimes the weight’s too much, my mask slips, and the pain leaks outTears well up, a lump in my throat, heart heavy with doubtI try to hold it together, put on a smile, pretendBut the cracks are showing, the hurt’s evident in my eyes Deep down, I’m screaming “Enough!”I’m tired of the fight, tired of…
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Patience
Poet: Rhondah Wambũi PatienceAs we embrace the virtue of patience, we cultivate, deeper sense of trust and understanding in life’s natural rhythms. Just as the farmer relies on the seasons to nurture his crops, we too must recognize the importance of timing in our own journeys. Through patience, we develop resilience and wisdom, learning to…
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Moringa: The Tree That Spoke
We are the Moringa tree. When it’s cold we not only produce more leaves,That conserves by trapping heat from escaping,Embracing the environment with generous warmth. But also we’re the multitalented seed,We heal 300 diseases,But oh humans, Oh some of you humans!Do you…Do you still call yourselves human? Seeing how have chased me,From your diseased splits…
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The pain of indifference
I have learnt that ,the people you love won’t love you the same,I have come to the understanding that ,they will never take you seriously ,I have learnt that they will never care, as much as I do or show concern,I have learnt to except, less if nothing from people who claim to love me.…
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JUST A GIRL 💁
JUST A GIRL 💁Am just a normal girl,in a normal world,Trying to survive this world ,full of hunters and beasts,A girl with normal feelings,but they think Don’t get sad,Since I was born to be understanding and polite.Because am too kind ,polite,mature and patient,People think they can take advantage and use me,Use me for their own…
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Cry for Justice
Poet: Rhoda Wambui The pain of a father, crying for justice can be seen ,The injustice done by the unjust to cover the cruelty,While their faces show no concern nor repentance ,Their mouths open and spit lies like we were fools,Who never understood the sarcasm in their tone.They say he killed himself,but they know it’s…
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Honia: The Befitting Tribute to Prof. Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, the River That Heals
By Gĩtaũ wa Kũng’ũ (profgitauwakungu@gmail.com) Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o was more than a writer—he was a revolutionary thinker, a Dreamweaver, a prophet whose resistance, exile, and defiance against linguistic imperialism became a guiding light for African generations reclaiming their lost heritage. His work sought to free African minds from colonial chains, advocating for linguistic sovereignty to…
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Building The Church
Poet: Gĩtaũ wa Kũng’ũ In the land of sun and savannah, where the lions roam free, Politicians play a game, as tricky as can be. They steal from the coffers, with a wink and a smile, Then donate to churches, in grandiose a style. “Blessed are the givers,” they preach with delight. While scandals in…