Biography of Moses Kainwo
Moses Kainwo is an ordained minister and studied in Sierra Leonean schools. His wife Violet is also an ordained minister and together they have two daughters: Jeelo and Jeeta.
Moses also participated in the Sierra Leone Conference on Development and Transformation as Chief Facilitator of the Focus Group Discussions as well as organised the senior Secondary School Essay competition.
Moses Kainwo's Works:
2009 - Published six poems 'Kalashnikov in the Sun', Kirsten Rian, ed., Pika Press, USA.
2004 - Jointly anthologised a collection of Poetry with Mohamed Gibril Sesay with the title 'Songs that Pour the Heart'
1996 - Published five poems in the 'Poetry Bus', David Cobb, ed., Macmillan Education Limited, UK.
1991 - Published three poems in the 'Literary Review' by Fairleigh Dickinson University, USA.
Moses Kainwo Poems
A Birthday Greeting
Out of sheer love In the desert of love play How can I say I love you And go Scot-free
God The Poet
God is my greatest Poet Because He nearly bursts my eardrums When He drums the words
Amistad! Amistad! Amistad!
Punches thrown for man and country Punches gotten for man and woman What they did we did in Amistad Yes… punches… for women and children
I Am A Child
I am that child—Papa’s child. With no home—Papa’s good as dead. On bare feet—the only shoes I know, And bare back—Mama’s gift of clothes.
Can You Kill Me
can you kill me tear my flesh apart smash my brain out
Papa’s Hat Papa’s Hat Papa’s Hat
Papa wore his hats in shades: Black hat on black suit, Brown hat on brown suit; You name the suit,
A Teacher’s Prayer
God protect me from myself The cliff of my ignorance Pretends joy beyond the edge But I see the dangerous cracks
Be With Me A Minute
Matatu time is vague; So is the plane’s, So is the train’s.
Borders Of Truth
From the crammed crypt to the script A new sun has shone on me It is the Son from Sonzone And He says come work with me
The colour of my heart Is a culture round the fire The spirit of my heart Is netted dance in a sphere
Letter To Mandela: 11th February,1990
Once in Some in you go in with you Your self Your family
The Princess Of My Heart
The Princess of my heart indeed Lived in the heart of death She cut a canal for fresh tears And hit the eyes of sunlight
A Letter To A Pen Friend
Your name in my pen is all that spells love, Yet in that pain could be found a dodging dove. In my pen there might be war-backing words,
According to formation
And chop them up
While you lose
According to plan
And give them up
While you win