This poem by Shimbo Pastory depicts the hope that a new day brings despite the many difficulties one faces in life.
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This duo versed poem by Shimbo Pastory profoundly expounds how the choices we make in life as well as circumstances and encounters leave lasting marks in our life journey.
Shimbo Pastory This poem was published in the U-Rights Magazine, Issue 1, November 2019 When life was goodAll could not wait, but tided in wordsSimple, pleasant, living, colourful.But time now tells, that candles light and die,Until Good Will brings graces of light again.Now that the climb gets steeper,I’m speechless, her toil’s bitter,Each dawn I rise dearer to fate, as set,Fate that crowns clichés that birth movies. I’m lost in the language, insulated from humor thereof,I’m trapped in silence, tempted into smiles of futilityIt’s anguish at play, shuddering core to goosebumps.Nauseating, I die in words I’ve known for decades.I mutter deep…
Crime and the voices of the people. A five minutes story of a crime scene.
In 2019 I took this course ‘Routing and Switching’ offered by the Huawei Academy in Egypt, though sat at the Huawei Centre at Catholic University of Eastern Africa (CUEA), Nairobi. The purpose was to deepen my understanding of computer systems, local area networks and internet systems so as to be able to maintain them in our institution.
A poem painting different faces of human purposeful struggles.
The first question we need to delve into is the nature of the problematic situation. Why do we use arms to resolve conflicts? Can we realistically end wars and silence the guns by 2020 as the AU’s Agenda 2063 looks forward to? Objectively, the reality of peace in the world today, which is indeed commonplace in literature, is still far from completion to a considerably great extent.
Shimbo Pastory This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Literary Magazine in March 2019. Crowned their KingRig and ring will counter noughtNor change, what is deemedFor a king, must bring peace in his quietThis Simba you’ve doneYour honour in all brutes! Elegant as you are,Your quite is their peace. TremblingSeizes their wake, andBeauty’d hypnotize folks fretful.Then they’d pray to healFrom your severe salutation! Hesitant, careful, of mind,Souls be, as you beFor novel visits, where is one.Sway owes your guard, to stayIn surge and fill, and singThis your tongue counts done!
The celebration of a new beginning shoud not be a moment to celebrate passage of time, but rather of recalling and examining how we maximized the previous phase of the natural provision we call time.
Shimbo Pastory This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa Monthly Literary Magazine, October 2018 There goes the MaasaiHoping up the sunDown the land, and up againThe warrior of man, AfricanTaut and hard done His classy lubega is borneTo shelter the gallant breastAnd clothe the life loinsThat cold, dirt, rain, shameBetroths nought His virgin dagger, darlingWarrior of man African;As is to a hen a nestling,Parting not wherever she may goThat peace ever there be His chaste trim spawn’s unspinstered,But for herd historical,And man not one, saveOne who’d smother a lion!This I did, man AfricanHoping up, down, and again to…