“I hope I don’t see you again,” I told her that plain. She wanted me to stay Yet I walked away Never looked back, Not her way anyway, Did not want to see the pain I knew was in her eyes. It was done Just like that, She keeps me on the loop Still sends those messages That she still loves me I wish I could change everything To another time! I lack the words What do I tell her then? My heart’s forgotten to love She can’t understand more Than that she does love me, I don’t want to lie to her, Pretend I know love anymore I just lost the feeling Not for her Not for anyone Dunno know what I gonna do for her.
In a world where patriarchate is heritage nothing has been left to chance about the male dominance – man is the head, and woman the neck. Nevertheless, the recent attacks on men from a particular place in Kenya (classified stuff) by their women have raised alarm on the God-given place of man. There seems to be a silent revolution that would end the age-old reign of man. Women are infiltrating, conquering and dominating where man has boasted the sole leadership and command since time immemorial, and are doing better. Why this sudden upheaval? The woman is empowered to the hilt, and the male species is losing it. Gone are the days when alcohol-acquired-machismo was revered by the ladies and thence the sisters (who’ve been in distress for eons) have taken the reins – from bedroom to work place. ...
Jack Babe, you’re the night Your beauty light, Like a moth to light You draw suitors day and night, What am I gonna do To have you for me alone? Jill Oh boy you fret so much I’m yours and yours shall be Doubt all love but mine I know no one but you.
By Kukogho Iruesiri Samson Multimedia Journalist, Author of 'What Can Words Do?' Founder/CEO Words Rhymes & Rhythm (Ltd) When I started writing poetry consciously in 2002, it was not unusual to see me reading a poem by the greats – like Shakespeare, Yeats, Frost, Clark, Leopold and their contemporaries – and then writing a mirror poem. Then, I could work on a poem for days trying to master the existing styles (mostly sonnets and other metered poems). As a result, my poems were mostly with rhyme, rhythm and regular meter for years, until around 2009.
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