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POETIC TURN: Instrumentals

By Shem Onderi They rhyme without a voice,Though they exist for one purpose — to make sound.Each is crafted differently, held together by its own

POETIC TURN: The Day After Yesterday

By Wanjohi wa Makokha Now the stately homestead breathes like an emptied elephant drum.The flags that waved have fallen asleep in dusts made by hooves.Their

POETIC TURN: Borrowed Shoes

By Shem Onderi They pinch me, for they were made for someone else.Oftentimes, they are uncomfortable on my feet.The owner lends them grudgingly,With the agreement

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