Mauta Thuranira Peter
Biography of Mauta Thuranira Peter
I became interested in writing while in primary school where I was the school language prefect.While at Burieruri High School in Meru North District I helped to revive a defunct writers club and relaunced it as The journalism club.I served as its editor for three years.My writing took a beating when I joined a college of agriculture and vet sciences under a government scholarship and my request to change to literature was denied.However, I have written several poems and I hope to be published when I graduate from University of Nairobi later this year(2009) .I hope to return to class to follow my hearts desire in poetry once I am able to raise the fees.
Mauta Thuranira Peter's Works:
Two well recieved humour articles in kenya's second most circuilating newspaper-The Daily Standard,
for which I was paid.
Mauta Thuranira Peter Poems
Ode To My Penzie
I hail thee, oh epitome of womanhood, You of unbreakable spirit, As you carry God ordained earthly duty- Without a murmer or hint of complaint.
Speck less solitary souls, Contented with their two some solitude, Oblivious of surrounding humanity, One mind, one heart, common doubts,
Fate dealt him a blow, Too strong for his vulnerable heart. Implication only bearer
My Brother, My Friend
My brother, My friend Days have come and gone as they always do, Brotherly tears still well in my eyes, The emotional wound is stubborn and painful,
Like hunters driving deer towards a cliff, Brahimins brandishing their filed swords, kashtriyas sang in unison. And the first cock crowed.
Yearning For Identity
Rankling future I see, In young poets tommorow, Mountains of sceptics detracting the young feet,
Discerning Eye (To My Daughter Prudence ...
1.The best poets never wrote, Critics of poetry know no rhyme. To all those I am well instructed. I write neither prose nor poetry,
Pray Thee, Pastor
I know you won't take it kindly, If I interrupt you with my brawl Seasoned, alcohol accustomed tongue. But oh pastor, before you lay your
If By Chance
6/5/2012 If by chance If by chance your paths happen to cross, Be the counsel to a strong willed yet haunted soul.
You've seen them bloom, Giving universe luscious treat, Its so albeit for a moment, For tommorow you see them not.
They looked into mine, into my heart. I couldn't withstand the look, Innocent and inspirational. Too much for this unpredictable
You've seen them bloom,
Giving universe luscious treat,
Its so albeit for a moment,
For tommorow you see them not.
You are ashamed of crossing rubicorn,
To the world of change.
Escapism your priority,
While trudging imaginary world.