Buyunde Acura Sylivester
Biography of Buyunde Acura Sylivester
Born of a mother and father, I was the firstborn among four siblings of Mr. and Mrs. Buyunde; two girls and the remaining were boys. I being the firstborn, Kevin being the second, Phylevian the third and Sylvia the very last. By bad lack I lost them all to heaven including sweet mum just on a normal death. Silvia and Phylevian died same year (2000) respectively only within a period of two weeks! Kevin died on 25th December,2001 and mummy kicked the bucket on 12th April,2002. WHAT A GREMLIN!
I still grew strong under the care of step mother.
I'd learnt in five Primary schools since my father was a teacher and each time he got a transfer from one school to another we had to vacate together with him. Bujumba, Eshirumbwe, Buhuyi, Burinda and finally Bulimbo were the primary school I went through respectively. I joined Lubinu Boy High School in 2006 to 2009. In 2012, I joined Masinde Muliro University of Science and Technology for. a degree in Education Science, Chemistry and Physics; in which am also good at.
About my marital status? aye! Am married to a fellow poet and poetry lover, the breeze of my heart, the mother to my heart comfort, call her Dorcas Akinyi Wagude. Beauty queen. The chosen sole gem. Married since late 2012.
To talk about my poetry passion and skills, all I can say for now is that IT'S MY HOBBY. I like reading minds and learning minds. It gives me a competitive world not with strain but with fun chain to express myself in free words. I begun poetry at the age of nine but fear dominated me and I kept all for myself but I used to write article daily on deferent issues across Kenya as a nation but again still I could let no one see my work. But i think it was great. Upto now none of my work has been released but wait and expect one very soon, in the name of COMING SOON.
Buyunde Acura Sylivester's Works:
Comming soon. Poemstorm publishers (2011)
Buyunde Acura Sylivester Poems
Home alone, A place to be on, Where to find me on phone, I'll be seated by the stone.
Christmas; Heart Of The Year
Heart of the year, just got near, Lighting streets, with bright lights, Conspicuous blinks, of bright winks, Of Christ's mass, this Christmas.
All You Did For; 'Thank You' (Ii)
He'd lost sleep, at your age one, Nursing you, as his son. At age ten, he lost his favourite, Perfume, to pay fees.
Just A Smile
Thousands of happiness can't, Remove one pain in heart, But one pain can remove, Thousand of happiness in heart,
For Happiness, Wait!
If you saw that raising sun, Just know a blessing you've earn, And that's what life got, Beyond that, there's not,
A Day Of More Nights
The long spinning nights, When darkness chase lights, Here come minds of the rights; Yes! What that life hides,
Solitude Of Fame
Through thick, thin and hards, Thine was the strong will to revive, In the long tunnel of goods and bads, Wishing a trumpet of revelation could arrive.
Hours rush by, But the day no end, Darkness swift in, But nights not goin',
Missing My Home
Look at the coloured clouds, Following the steps of the fading sun, Its chilly this evening, With a slow blow of a wind,
Days Of Toto Zuri
A smile from every, Glowing face, A touch of each heart, And a flower from all hand,
James! Of Four!
This father to James is funny, He has a very funny naming, Not only to what he sees, But also what he sires,
Commitment Of Guilt
This is my diary, of what I'd done, A moment of sorry, for this one, Mistake I'd to learn, the whole in a story; leaving you alone, in a city of no ivory,
All For You
It's now what we call, A long period to recall, but short to remember, the late eve of December,
A Good Sermon
A good sermon should be like, A miniskirt: Short enough to arouse interest, Long enough to cover the essentials.
Just in the midst of thicket, Among the nonchalant breeze, Above the rage hum of waters, Beside the lonely river rocks, Under the, secret bushy shades, But along the oppen eyes of view, This purple rose arose, Sprouting so exclusively, From the noisy fertile dark soil, Soil along this very river. I sensed it's uniqueness, Back from the ha