‘Who is there?’ Ras stretched, pushing his legs out of his haphazardly made bed as he lingered on the thought of ignoring his early visitor. Then thinking...
Author - Agnes Aineah
Agnes Aineah is a journalist and poetess. She graduated from Moi University in Kenya.
DO OTHER WRITERS FEEL IT TOO? Writing isn’t a simple task An art, it puts souls to an arduous dais In search of a standing ovation Or to draw strings from...
Andaraza made the pit shallow. He rhythmically lifted the hefty hoe’s handle, hurling lumps of energy into the hard ground, barely pausing between the steady...
Yet It Tears My Heart Stars shine day and night on T’is my little belief and I sigh it off But there’s only little pleasure Destined in skies dark as the...
Contagious At the bid of peace she turns and a cringed look is locked in her way more supple gaze her soul so tender twinges but her fervent face exudes an...
VELVET BIDDING On the first morning I swept a glance at a shoe shine Heaving his weight on a stool under his workplace His powerful hands worked on a shoe That...
Queen of all Flowers Queen of all flowers thriving amid barbs Tell me sweet rose the secret of your smile No mortal conceives wisdom hidden for ages None has...
