Poems from Charles Muchori
The best part of my day is dawn.
I feel the least pain then; but then I hear footfalls,
“Clung clung clung” down the hallway.
My pain...
It is midnight again and I don’t know how to last another minute.
I crush my head between my hands and try to squeeze them out,
Should I...
I remember, you remember, we all remember,
That September when my boy, when your boy, when all our boys,
Joined that team with radiant...
Her eyes remain glued to her scruffy shoes,
As she roams aimlessly around the streets of uptown Nairobi.
She wants to keep her eyes veered...
Dear Lord last night my neighbor murdered his wife.
With a swift swing of a kitchen knife he took her life.
And Lord I knew he was bad to...