The Rain filled Solitude And Drip silent shower A Hot and Cold think box A ...

They are here, seated in the hollow just below my collarbone in my chest. Demanding ...

Dearest Shalom, i often do not know how to say this but you are my ...

White sands and aged seaweed Bright light and coloured smiles These are what you find ...

As the cinders rise from the crispy trunks So does the dust from the stumps ...

http://muwado.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/Kagayi.mp3 Welcome to the eighth episode of the #HustleTales podcast. With this podcast, we are ...

Being an artist is the best yet worst thing that can ever happen to anyone. ...

Is it the infectious smile that you give off at no cost? Or the aura ...

His smile His smile just reminds me of how deeply he is lodged in  the ...

Lately I have had  some trouble sleeping at night ,it has become something ordinary But ...

I will put your name in a tattoo On the skin just above my ankle ...

My queen come dance with me You touch the smoothest point of my infinite love ...

I’m just  a silhouette dressed  in color  needing a ray  of  hope.

As a writer, I have tended to avoid poetry. It is a medium of expression ...

by Bridget Nakuya Earlier this year when l read the ‘African Saga’, a small sweet ...

In the deep dark waves of the drowning sea where i sit, i see my ...

“All children are born artists, the problem is to remain an artist as we grow ...

QN1: Nnanda, you watched the poetry show FOR MY NEGATIVITY and now you have also ...

After our first kiss, she thought she was pregnant with me. For as our lips ...

I could tell you Of this artists cradle: But the Green Room has my eyes ...