Biography of Otieno Albert
Otieno Albert Poems
I have a book, that has a face, it is sane, but the users are insane.
Bliss Of Ignorance
I read the question, with no devotion nor attention, not knowing the annilation, of the 'lady' in my possession.
Could It Be
Words twist and tumble Through my mind But I can't grab the right word Or the right line
I Think She's My Next Choice..
You don't know how I'm feeling I have yet to look you in the eyes
Whence forth the lords of Geneva gazed Upon, hundredth an hour fruitfully ablazed
Too Far......Still Missing You...
Every morning I wake up Realizing you're really far away
Methali Za Kiswahili
My Pen, My Poem.
As i hold my pen, i know not of Ben, nt men, nor women. for its time to sit in my den,
The lad was sad for the dad had got mad
I went cycling, in a land so brightening, its beauty so presenting and touch so appealing.
I have a book,
that has a face,
it is sane,
but the users are insane.
People talk with it, to it and about it.
I have heard of it, and now am using it. Thence here it it, i present to you....the book that has a face.
Through the book,