Abdalla Juma Shenga
Biography of Abdalla Juma Shenga
Abdalla Juma is a 4th year student at Pwani University, Kilifi. He is currently doing his B.ed Arts, English/Literature. Born in the coastal city of Mombasa, he was always a passionate student of literature, especialy poetry. Some of his favourite poets are: Allan Edgar Poe, Robbert Frost and T.S. Eliot. It is only recently that he was able to put down some few words on the paper and post some of his poems at www.poemhunter.com. Abdalla Juma hopes to learn alot from fellow poets from all over the world and perfect his writing. He hopes to be among the finest poets in Africa.
Abdalla Juma Shenga Poems
After a tiresome time at school With a long stride I walk home I walk thinking, what went missing Along the dusty roads I keep thinking
Dancing thoughts Shouting silently, Screaming. Eyes gleaming.
Who Am I?
I am desert where nothing grows Those that i keep if not by heat Of thirst they die And the cold night wind blows sand over them
A Strange Place To Be
Dinosaurs are extinct Faces are distinct The world is a strange place to be Bloody roses are lovely
Giving Is receiving the blessings of God. Vitals that you give Indeed shall be rewarded.
You are the architect of sadness Blindness and madness Yet uniting us in oneness Should I be sad or glad?
I envy those who live high up the montain Because down here its terrible In this low altitude The sun burns the hottest
I Had It In Me
I had it in me, Now it’s all coming out. I had it in me, Now I’m clearing my doubt.
Bring Back Brotherhood
When the sun dives Make haste, return to your hive You’ll stay alive When the sun is swallowed by the evening sky, evil men thrive
Machete Boys You see them in all sizes, shapes and colours Machete boys patrolling the dark corners
To Taste Is Not To Eat
To taste is not to eat, Love is a thirst that cannot be quenched by a sip. Once the heart learns to yearn, it lights a fire that would forever burn. Many have gone mad, for they tasted and never got eat.
A Bright Awakening
No more darkness, No more coldness, The long night is over, The cock has finally crowed,
Noise, noise, noise. No peace at home, all good unseen. Microscopic mistakes magnified and used to the fullest, To torment and attack.
This fire burning within my chest, I need it to keep burning and I’ll be best. This inferno blazing within my chest, Burns through obstacles and every test.
You are the architect of sadness
Blindness and madness
Yet uniting us in oneness
Should I be sad or glad?
Are you good or bad?
Light as air
Your presence is felt everywhere
The singles you made pairs