Gabriel Mbusya Poems
- Liberia Poor Liberia Something was bestowed on me, By the ...
- My Donkey's Education There is no need at all, No need, ...
- Home Sickness I desire to see home again; The rolling hills...
- Facebook Friends Had you been real We could be gone Away ...
- Leaves Fall Dry: A Cry To My H... I eulogized my home; poor ...
- The Rejuvenation I stare past the window, into the field, ...
- Signature (The Retrenchment Ci... How could we muster the ...
I was born and brought up in largely poor rural Kenya. my writing inspirations were grown by nursery school teacher and watered by my grandmother with her folk tales. My Savanna home was brainwave whose cycles motivated me further to write. I wrote my first poem while in high school as a cryptic love letter to my high school sweet heart.
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Something was bestowed on me,
By the Admiral himself,
Right on the war front,
Amid cries from the casualties…
The Ceremony was euphoric,
On a shallow freshly dug graves,
A rare respect for the fallen…
A Diamond star medal-
I missed Mama so much,
(I think I was a kid!)
Yet I had powers, a warrant officer;
To try and execute on behalf of Liberia
The Insignia, from the lapels,
Dangled on my neck,
Even on hospital bed,
During my amputation…!