I want To wake up to melodious chirping of birds Announcing the appearing of the African morning sun Not The fearful sounds of guns Signalling the existence of war and…
At sundown We shall meet at the village square Under the huge baobab tree Where once Nnaa sat to tell her Simla Where Ziema and Dakura once played love games…
Gentle breeze Blow over me Caress my smooth silky body With your sweet tickle That you will blow away All my sorrows and pain And grant me a moments sweetness…
I run in the rain Trying to keep sane Soaking myself to the brain For deep is my pain. Rain drops form a chain Moving around me like a train…
How this earth bleeds Soaked with the blood of the innocents Who through no fault of theirs Have suffered the blades Of blood-thirsty terrorists Or are they fundamentalists? How sad…
