Suppressed Emotions
I have for time repressed my emotions, But I have no idea what happens
Where Words Find Their Wings
I have for time repressed my emotions, But I have no idea what happens
"Am I a truly a poet?" Is a question rotating clockwise in my mind
I'm high not on spirits, But lively with holy spirit,
Tread carefully Dear poet. Watch your step
The air in my nostrils is cold. Perhaps, it's why I'm freezing
When it all comes down to it Love is a choice
One day I'll stop I'll stop being a slave to my own emotions,
No song is complete Without the mention of your name.
My eyes Have seen the desert
She sat by her bed, Staring into the unknown,
You were told to always be alert, To look right and left before crossing,
Akhera Yamngoja Kuzaa si kazi,kulea ndiko.