In my experience, music and film have the ability to alleviate or crystallize unhappiness. While literature, among other wonderful things, has always shown me t...
It's that time of year again,
When toddlers beg for toys and new dresses,
When parents remember the routes to their rural addresses,
When chicken quiver and ...
Falling in love is like having that first slice of pizza.
Before you venture into the restaurant
you've already given serious thought to finally eating pizz...
Their God is patient,
Their God is kind,
And thats why they speak to Him only Sometimes,
Like those times when the storms are raging and they seek sturdy p...
You see I barely even remember you,
I try really hard but you slip behind the veils of my mind,
and I feel as if im trying to catch the wind as it blows pas...
I didn’t cry at my sister’s funeral.
I sat a few feet from her coffin, eyes dry as the dusty plains of Samburu and fixed upon the resigned face of Christ ...
I am imperfection,
The scars of my indiscretions criss-cross my being,
my heart beats as my soul weeps,
a trillion thoughts flick back and forth in heavy r...
The beautiful butterfly always remembers
that it was a caterpillar once,
That coarse skin and bland hue
made way for soft texture and rainbow blue,
Be...
I woke up today and I couldn’t see,
I could, but I didn’t want to...
See, every time I blinked my right eye
a searing pain went through it,
So I didn’t want...
Short and stout are my dimensions,
And babe I have no objections,
See I was fired in my mother's kiln and blessed with my father's wit,
I am perfection,
B...
Wanjeri Gakuru is a print journalist by profession and Associate Editor atUP Magazine. (a very cool, very funky Kenyan publication) She also moonlights as a poet and short fiction writer. She blogs at wanjeri.com