Life like a rain
By Christopher Afwande Am on the rain, my jacket is wet, The whole body weavers, Brain reads zero, nothing recorded in the mind. Only steps made to the dip mud. The more I move, the more frustrated i become, Looking for a shelter is like wasting time, The skin shrinks, coldness arises, Legs becoming tired,…
Mwangaza Magazine
TEARS OF A PEN
By Steve Caloo He steadily reached for the door and with one twist on the knob, he was in his room. He felt rejuvenated, a stark contrast to how he was, earlier in the morning. How times change! He went straight to the sofa, for a rest before preparing his meal. Staring blankly at the…