One who never returned

Bent in my tiny vegetable garden by the river, applying sawdust in the new bed, Trying to cushion the managu I recently transplanted from the scorching sun, so red, God must be angry at us for some heinous crime one of us committed, for the way it has been burning in recent days is suspicious,…

Memories we lost

Standing by mama's derelict fishpond I know they're wondering, the passersby returning from the market Why a bearded man is throwing stones in the pond, causing such a racket, I can see it in their bewildered faces, a suppressed giggle on their lips, After pleasantries are exchanged, and I'm left gawking at a lady's hips.…

Precarious Life

Everyone is helter skelter, the boda boda riders and their bikes precariously riding, I'm trying to catch up to these two pretty girls ahead, they look sweet and mama needs good tidings, Plus this red dusty road passable only in summer needs company, I nod at this stranger by the roadside, Harvesting maize that's evidently…