Poetry
Feel
A Piece By: Siona
She is seated at the centre of herself
while time rots at her feet.
The clocks melt, you’d think she is careless,
Could it be grief?
Grief, the giant that often has its own mathematics?
Flowers bloom from wreckage
like the body refusing to surrender.
The sky watches her back,
two enormous eyes swollen with knowing,
the curse of women who notice everything.
Butterflies drift through the storm
like fragile thoughts surviving impact.
And there, beyond the noise,
a narrow blade of light:
It could be happiness,
Or maybe peace,
but it definitely is persistence.
The world does not ask,
“Is she well?”
It asks,
“How much can one person carry
before survival becomes an art form?”
By: Simaloi
A poignant poem exploring the human cost of political scapegoating and state-sponsored xenophobia in Africa. Before every major election, political elites turn struggling citizens against informal foreign vendors to deflect from inflation, youth unemployment, and systemic state failures. This piece captures the quiet brotherhood of market traders broken apart by border politics and vote-seeking populism.
By: Simaloi
“In the quiet dark, hands reached out when no one was looking”. A spoken word piece on breaking decades of silence.
By: Simaloi
We grow up thinking our parents will always be strong, always be there. Then one day, we notice the grey in Mum’s hair, Dad moving a little slower, and realize that while we were growing up, they were growing old too.
By: Simaloi
Kenya has endured maandamano, abductions, killings and grief, yet somehow we keep waking up, going to work, celebrating and finding reasons to live. As another election approaches, this poem asks the question many of us are quietly carrying: will we have to survive another election, or will we finally get to experience one without fear?
By: Sim
“Ni uchungu,” she said. The room replied, “Itaisha tu, vumilia.” As if pain yields to a quiet command, as if the body unspools its tension simply because someone whispered, “Be calm.” A poetic reflection on women’s pain, clinical language, and the deep need for empathy in modern healthcare.
By: Sim
What happens when the chemicals wear thin,
And unnatural light leaves tender faces burned?
When we forget that beauty’s deep within…