Month: November 2025

In the watery light of a crimson dawn, Breathing fog over the yonder valley, His silhouette, a slightly broken posture, With a gallon of milk in one hand and, The other leaning on a crocked cane. Slow but steady, coming from the kraal, Old age crept up on a resourceful man, Sleepwalking perhaps, from lack…

Until the lion really learns how, To write, the story will always, Favour and glorify the hunter. Hence, the lion must write! The hunter owns the main news, Outlets: Newspaper, TV, Radio, Now there is the social media. No excuse, the lion must write! The hunter suppressed the lion, From printing its particular poetry, In…

This poem is for me and not you There’s no fluff and no big words in it No commas and no periods at all You are reading it at your own risk Big school graduates I love to hate They live a lie in their inner circle With much ego that goes to the head…