Biography of Meshack Sewe
Mothered by a mother of all mothers! Fathered by a father who passed away when I was featherless; Educated by a cousin encouraged by my courage; Supported by brothers who have never been a bother; Enrolled in a high school aiming to reach higher; trained in diversity; worked with an NGO in war-torn Mogadisho; Returned to Nairobi, working with a private company...cherishing humanity, volunteering for an NGO.....appreciate deep richness in all humanity..struggling like all human species....! And in love, yes! ..in love with my sweet lovely love...., and in love with heartfelt poetry...how about touring my blog: www.awokensoul.blogspot.com...and keep me company?
Meshack Sewe Poems
I'm Not Happy
My heart was a vessel Hungry for a morsel My soul was cold As dreams of the old
Man Of God
Created by God; In his Godly image; Blessed with a woman; Blessed to prosper;
I’m a spoiled child, my dad is Bill Our kingdom great, we masters of thrill… My conception on a desktop, in a hard wheezing disk; My delivery, through a window, dodging swine-virus risk;
It Takes A Woman...
Born by a woman, born in the neighborhood Fed by a woman, through tough livelihood Raised by a woman, all through childhood Married to a woman, enjoying your manhood
Tears For Somalia
A hard bone....... I beg to pick… With those whose hearts no poet can prick If I serve my poems on plates of pain Will they miss its contents so bare as plain?
In God's Hand
If you try too hard And your luck remains bad
Books in front of me… I stared through the window… Uncertainty, hit me with a blow… Persistent yawns I tried to suppress…
Tomorrow I'M Gone!
It was yesterday, I was a tiny seed… Planted in a soil so warm… a soil void of any weed Nine months under the earth were never in vain… Finally germinating amidst trumpets of pain
Niongeapo na waTanga, Wengi hucheka wakitanga,
My Red Velvet
Love, help my hands write… A poem that whispers loud With melodies full of moisture as cloud With lyrics that never fails to caress
Help Me Smile
Bit by bit life grows Its feathers as dark as hell’s crows! Its thorns pierce and stab We all... hunting for a healing tab..
No Longer My Love
I recall soft cotton smiles we shared... Each others hand we religiously caressed But you tricked me into your house And turned me into your spouse
Enslaved by a choice, I feed on pain Starvation filleth my bottom-less brain! I’m trapped on a rail …oblivious of train! Your trust I have lost…will I ever gain?
I may not tell if that’s your real name… A name I like and renders me lame! I may not be keen on your public fame… Fame I know not its challenges nor flame!
It Takes A Woman...
Born by a woman, born in the neighborhood
Fed by a woman, through tough livelihood
Raised by a woman, all through childhood
Married to a woman, enjoying your manhood
How about parenthood?
Is it solely for womanhood?
All through her adulthood?
Who can be a real man without splendors of a woman?
To be a man, be a man of honor.