When the journalism bug bites and the urge to write unquenchable, a young writer always find it hard to believe on his pieces. Always unedited and done by self with little assistance from peers who find writing boring, I resolved to find some other quarters.
I send a series of my poems to different newspapers and Magazines. Always I could not afford to follow up on publications due to financial ditches. Among the newspapers and magazines I did send my poems and articles are The Drum, True love, Nation and The literary discourse in Saturday Standards.
I still wonder where this poem appeared but some three readers found it uplifting enough to write back to me. They become my first comments and gave me energy and self esteem to write on and start this blog
Monday, October 6, 2008 7:58 AM
From: "David kamwela"
Hello! Manuel, my name is David from Da-es-salaam in
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Monday, August 4, 2008 5:31 AM
From: "ESTHER MWAURAH"
Hi! Surprise, my name is Esther; I happened to peruz on the newspaper and found a poem that you wrote. Am a big fan of poets and wished to congratulate you that was job well done. Gooddai and keep in touch
POWER OF THE WRITTEN WORD
Thursday, July 31, 2008 6:54 AM
From:"WANYOIKE esther"
Hi
Hope this email finds you well. I read some of these books and they were beneficial to me. I thought i should recommend them to you. Hope you find them helpful. Enjoy
Regards
Esther
Of the three only Esther Mwaurah replied back.
and goes tho poem:
IN THAT VILLAGE OF MINE
In that village of mine:
Which is like every other village
People do not work
People gossip and eat talk.
In that village of mine:
Which is like every other village
Women scream 24 hours a day
Those maimed women are beaten black ands blue
Because men aggressiveness have got an outlet
In that village of mine:
If you happen to be there friend of mine
You will never find girls
They were all defiled and ushered
To womanhood at five months
Will be husbandless mothers at ten
Undisputed grandmothers at twenty
And finally greatest grandmothers at twenty-five
In that village of mine:
Which is like every other village
There is no need to marry
Because your neighbors wife
is in surplus and was your ex!
In that village of mine:
Which is like every other village
Every child never resemble the father
Because every one has cajoled the mother
In that village of mine:
Which is like every other village
I do give it an abyss abhorring
Abysmally big bodied, big bellied
Women with unmemorable age
Are shameless boy-mongers
In that village of mine:
Which is like every other village
Men work at chang’aa dens
Bragging and boasting of sexual escapades
Bring home: monies which never pay fees;
Beatings and bags of STDs to their wives.
In that village of mine:
Which is like every other village
Youth good-byed school once upon a time
And are the best idlers, drunkards and thieves
These le grand football donators of balls to girls
Know it is the in-group thing
In that village of mine:
Which is like every other village
Poverty is past epidemic
It is pandemic!
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