by Benard Makaa | Mar 18, 2019 | Poems, Stories
Lady, lady do not cry, Take this ‘handkerchief and dry your tears, What is gone is gone. No need to try, Count your blessings and not your years. Lady, lady it is all in vain, To wage war, And to love again, To redeem what was lost before. Wasted...
by Benard Makaa | Feb 22, 2019 | Poems, Psychology
A dragon was pulling a bear into its terrible mouth. A courageous man went and rescued the bear. There are such helpers in the world, who rush to save anyone who cries out. Like Mercy itself, they run toward the screaming. And they can’t be bought off. If you were to...
by Benard Makaa | Dec 24, 2018 | Poems, Stories
I prefer brightness, as I am dark. I prefer listening. I prefer movies. I prefer sleep. I prefer trees since they are composed and I am not. I prefer forests. I prefer intellect. I prefer books. I prefer colour blue. I prefer keeping a notebook...
by Benard Makaa | Dec 24, 2018 | Poems, Stories
While loitering Juja’s empty streets, At a corner where they have their toenails painted, And their feet massaged, And their fingernails polished, I met her. She, and her father and her mum, She, smilingly, customarily of her gender, Gracefully removed her...
by Benard Makaa | Oct 7, 2018 | Culture, Poems
Of their Roses and their colours, Poets may prate, I sing my plain upcountry Ann, In two years, she will be my wife, And become the joy of my life, Blessed Day that I will make her my own. Not a word of her face, her shape, or her eyes, Of flames or boobs shall you...
by Benard Makaa | Sep 18, 2018 | Poems, Stories
Up in some lone football field, In a dark lonesome place, Where the crickets out-chirped, As they made their mating calls. There we met honey babe, And sat on a green bench, That swore to bear our weight, As we sipped our Ksh100 orange juice. You, as...
