Daughter of the Universe

I stand here in tears,
But unashamed,
Never unloved.


But the pieces begin to gain strength.


I’ll let this dream
Lead me on,
To the ends of the earth.


After all,
I’m I still not the daughter of the universe?
Still belong to the one who made the universe?

This is the simple me

This is the simple me



Never will I be ashamed of my sex,
Born a fighter,
And I will be thither


Dear Leader

Dear Leader

Hello world, I will posting poetry written by my form one students at Starehe Boys Centre. Here is one by Geoffrey Obuya.




It is a great day indeed,

But we are in great need,

Of leadership with goods deeds,

But brothers who will lead?

Yet none here is full of greed.


We call them our leaders,

Yet treat them like lepers,

If you are a loader,

About the prefect I speak,

Not your lover dear loader!


Let us stop being haters,

Of these potential leaders,

Call me a campaigner,

A great attention seeker,

If you like a double dealer,

But the truth I shall be its speaker.


Let me not be one sided,

For fear of a rebellion,

From a large population,

Against my little presentation,

To the leaders I shall mention.


Leadership is a calling,

You need thinking before acting,

It is not very exciting,

How is that entertaining?

Let us have some reasoning!



Geoffrey Obuya

The Voice

Have you ever been where,
Life gives you blow after blow?
Like being the one being beaten in a boxing ring?

Everyone seeming to give you an easier way out?
Everyone looking like their life’s better, more successful?
Like they are right and you are wrong?

Did you hear the voice,
So small telling you ‘NO?’
Though there was no tangible evidence of being right?

It’s the hardest thing to do,
But hold up,
After a while,
You will win.

My name is single

My name is single,
I am unhappy,
Unhappy because,
Many are unhappy,
Simply because I exist.

You have demonized me,
Made people feel small
and second-rate,
Defined people by my absence.

Many spend lots of time and money,
Running away from me,
Many make mistakes,
Because they don’t want me.

Hear me out,
Before you kick me out,
I am precious,
I can make you happy,
And bursting with Life.

Before you despise me,
Give me a chance
My name is single.


This dark cloud hangs over my head,
I place my palm over my chest
Try to convince myself all is well,
But faster my heart still beats,
Until it stopped and froze still,
Devoid of care or warmth,
Preserved in the cold to hold,
Awaiting that wandering soul,
In a desperate such of a mate-folk,
With that spark igniting talk,
Breaking the ice,lighting the soul,
A glimmer of hope,a dash of love,
A drop of comfort in an empty grail,
A destined solace from a bleak past,
Human chink,source of strength and will…

This thing

This thing that leaves me wondering,
This thing that leaves me bruised,
This thing that gets me scared of the unknown,
This thing that makes me dream,
This thing that gets my head tired brain to think,
This thing that leaves me disappointed,
This thing that has made me lose track of time,
The beginning, the end and transition,
This thing that I can’t define,
This thing so divine,
This thing that is amorphous,
A mystery.

A night out

A night out


Isn’t the night lookin great?

Lights like a lightworm on and off?

Inviting places for the socialite,

A friends’ weekend out?

Never noticed in the light of day?


Yea it’s Saturday,

Gotta have fun,

It is all beautiful tonight.


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