Category Archives: Outcry

Love Knows No Tribe

Love Knows No Tribe

It is Sunday Morning. My friends and I decided to sit in for service in one church. We do this once every month then proceed to have lunch and watch a play together or go bowling. At least this way, we are able to maximize on our hang-out days. Life in Nairobi has undoubtedly shifted to the fast lane. There is barely time to breathe! Ask everyone else and they will concur that the United Nations or whoever else responsible needs to meet and give the rest of us an eighth day in the week…. Continue reading →

Outcry of IDPs

Outcry of IDPs

If I could find justice, then I would scream at the top of my voice. Speak I can, converse I do, give speeches, I have…yet still I am unable to scream for help. I long for a helping hand, I crave justice, my heart pleads for mercy… but scream? I cannot. If I could, I would, but since I can’t, then I won’t. Pen in hand, paper underneath, let these words scream for me. The Internally Displaced I knew freedom up until I was made slave in my own country; I knew peace up until… Continue reading →

Outcry of a Kenyan

Outcry of a Kenyan

If I could find justice, then I would scream at the top of my voice. Speak I can, converse I do, give speeches, I have…yet still I am unable to scream for help. I long for a helping hand, I crave justice, my heart pleads for mercy… but scream? I cannot. If I could, I would, but since I can’t, then I won’t. Pen in hand, paper underneath, let these words scream for me. The Kenyan I am every man walking on the streets, each named after a great man; I am every woman rising… Continue reading →

Outcry of a Teacher

Outcry of a Teacher

If I could find justice, then I would scream at the top of my voice. Speak I can, converse I do, give speeches, I have…yet still I am unable to scream for help. I long for a helping hand, I crave justice, and my heart pleads for mercy… but scream? I cannot. If I could, I would, but since I can’t, then I won’t. Pen in hand, paper underneath, let these words scream for me. The Teacher He used to wet himself everyday in the first grade- now he stands tall and speaks boldly as… Continue reading →

Soiled Dove

Soiled Dove

If I could find justice, then I would scream at the top of my voice. Speak I can, converse I do, give speeches, I have…yet still I am unable to scream for help. I long for a helping hand, I crave justice, and my heart pleads for mercy… but scream? I cannot. If I could, I would, but since I can’t, then I won’t. Pen in hand, paper underneath, let these words scream for me. Soiled Dove A few heads turn, three or four men let out whistles as I pass and a dozen or… Continue reading →

Outcry of a Street Child

If I could find justice, then I would scream at the top of my voice. Speak I can, converse I do, give speeches, I have…yet still I am unable to scream for help. I long for a helping hand, I crave justice, and my heart pleads for mercy… but scream? I cannot. If I could, I would, but since I can’t, then I won’t. Pen in hand, paper underneath, let these words scream for me. Street Child I am the boy treading this country, scuffling rubbish pits for leftovers and valuables as it were. I… Continue reading →

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