When a tree falls, it might fall on walls Which kept the home together. It scatters all but not with nothing to gather ...

A Life Well Lived, we can all attest to that in the case of Mr. Kofi Annan. My worry is how our generation can make h ...

The night refused to bow to the already assaulted day. Now, it was night time, the breeze that gave me solace whisper ...

By sweat and by space, We journeyed to this place, Armed with anger and selfishness, Clouded in anxiety and eagerness ...

We're in deep slumber Slumber from which they've tried to wake us up many times a number The number of times we've bee ...

My pen, ring the bell for assembly And let all my creative instruments responds humbly To listen to the announcement ...

Writers of Africa, let me give you one major theme Which whenever I think of I scream Our constant preoccupation Has ...

You see him smiling, looking happy but behind the smiles, there is a lonely soul. He desires to make people happy, he ...

When I think of Africa as a land pregnant with gold then am saddened by the immeasurable hardship untold When I th ...

Dear, Mr President. A poem by Frederick Brooks De 39;Poet... The country holds no phobia to despair against fear of ...