I scribble down words on the leaves of my poetree Mystic signs, strange symbols you see These words that I speak; deep from within You can’t see from without Yes! Words from my poetree glow in the sun Like a baobab tree, they spread out searching your ears Asking your understanding Leaves falling, leave the … Continue reading My Words, My Poetree
A few years back, when he was serving in Congo on a peacekeeping mission, his closest friend was a History graduate who had bad breath and talked too much. But he loved listening to Speaker Sam. He loved his stories. The most intriguing being the tales of the Masai warriors who could sleep on their … Continue reading Sundown, 0666 II.