So….Ofsol has been a bit dull…let us refurbish it….
I stand here in tears, But unashamed, Never unloved. Moved, Broken, 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? Never will I be ashamed of my sex, Born a fighter, And I will be thither
Hello readers, “The Oscillations” is finally out…check out the link on Amazon Kindle… http://www.amazon.com/dp/B011CWG8GE…. The announcement is already on twitter…<blockquote class=”twitter-tweet” lang=”en”> And so the wait is over….Get “The Oscillations” on Amazon Kindle….http://t.co/cm0x5XKeXw… — Abby Nduta (@AbbyNduta) July 11, 2015 <script async src=”//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js” charset=”utf-8″> and there are freebies….
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“It ain’t about how hard you hit; it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. It’s about how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done.’ -Rocky Balboa. It seems as though every single writer at some point in their life attempts to describe their process through the analogy of boxing. I’m a fighter they say. I’ve been knocked to the ground and picked myself back up again just to get where I am! Oftentimes their stories are inspiring and can in some way be loosely…
Cool night Empty streets Well lit A slow walk I listen to the wind And watch The Dance of nature The rhythm I’m too human to hear The dance of the branches Intriguing How I long for these moments More every day The peace that runs deep
This week, I have listened to a lot of discussions on radio about the boy child. The boy child is the raw material for fatherhood – one quote said. Well, it is very saddening to think … Continue reading Happy Father’s Day
Hello friends, Ofsol poets and writers have been away…but maybe for a good course. The poems will be soon flowing again. We have only been caught up trying to make things better for all of us around here. So while … Continue reading Away…
Life is hard That’s for real But There’s got to be more There’s got to be more than Hard decisions Just listen to the beautiful Beat of a song Just listen to … Continue reading The Turbulence
I am equally intelligent and smart, I got tenacity I am aggressive You can’t stop me I refuse to do those things I will beat you at your own game Including that of flirting … Continue reading Lost Hearts
The other day I visited my grandma up country for a routine those youu-have-to-visit-every-now-and-then-to-show-you-are-an-awesome-grandson kind of visits, and for a moment was thrown aback, back in the day of public transport to shags as toddlers and not much has changed if any at all. The endless political dialogues of the elderly, the fits of 3yr old boys, the tantrums of 8yr old girls and the occasional scream from a mother trying to pull her toddler son from climbing out the window, the occasional nag of “simamisha gari nikojoe” or “simamisha hapo kwa mahindi”,it never gets old, does it? there something … Continue reading MATATU “MEN-YES”
Climbing up from down in the gutter Ray of light amidst the mad slaughter Vigil for my past endeavors Just wish i had a pen and paper I remember the flashbacks though Bits of memory lapses,cold sores Closer to the edge with every tip toe You’d think he’d learnt from rob,jack and Joe Guess its never that serious until it hits home