Poems from Charles Muchori
Where is what he fought and died for?
“Who?” I hear you asking.
Dedan Kimathi! The man we love to forget.
The man who turns in his unmarked...
Soon she will march in through that door,
And my head will be struck by the abrupt reminder,
A painful thunderbolt reminding me of our...
That bright day bursting with promise,
That bright morning beautified by golden sunrays,
When my heart is light,
When I walk with my head...
I come home early like you said I should,
But you stare at me like I intrude.
This is my home too mother.
So stop treating me like I am a...
What makes you happy?
Is it waiting for innocent victims in a dark alley?
To rob them off their security?
Or is it waking up early,
And...