Poetry & Poets
A space for words that reflect life, thought, and the quiet beauty of everyday moments, curated by Inkazi Publishing.
Poem of the Week
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.
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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…
By: Siona
Before I tell you God’s name,
I will teach you
the language of rain.
How the earth sighs
before it drinks….
By: Siona
There are many women living inside me.
One folds laundry with soft hands
and dreams of sunlight on clean floors.
One wants to disappear into forests,
become moss, become silence,
become untouched by expectation.
By: Siona
It’s nuts, I know.
Well, the story I’m about to tell.
It’s closer, maybe, to nuts. Like the knucklehead kind…
By: Siona Lootu
I weep for humanity.
I weep for the children,
The young lives lost, stolen,