Poetry By: Ndungu

It is a language

A language of priests and kings

The blood that keeps society in full balance


It’s a song of an old woman walking lonely and tired with her hopes scarred in the hot Numib desert


A craft mastered by ancient Afrikan scribes and artists

It’s a language with twisted meaning and interpretation

Others say poetry is music

Others say poetry is the very fabric and fibre that sustains the universe


Great teachers have used it to sanitize the dirty and muddy buttocks of society

Healers have used it in their incantations, chants and rants

Calling for the helping arm of the gods from beyond


A language inundated with drama

Intense expressions and moods of different colours


The love of my heart