Biography of salha kibwana
Born and raised in East Africa in a humble country i call home but historically named Tanzania.On the fourth of may 1988, i took my first breath in this blessed world.Just like a flowing river i have passed through differernt courses ons with smooth survace ones with obstacle, i have lost my energy renewed my energy and daily is a challlenge, but i live mylife to the foolest.All in all WRITING is my passion, my companion, and my world.
salha kibwana Poems
And so they ask how i protect my emotions, how i protect my feelings. how i hold back tears of joy and vain, And i would tell them, my weapon is my ink, all i need to do is to think.
A MURDERER Your words so spiteful that pierced my heart, I consider you a murderer You shattered and killed my dreams, I name you a murderer You slandered my name as u assassinated my reputation, you are a murderer.
I cry I cry for the children that are homeless I cry for the brave men on the frontline that left their families behind, I cry endlessly for the mothers that have lost their children,
Heart Vs Mind
A beautiful young being, Still at the tender age Influence sweeps like aplague, she is sweeped where the wind blows, no other being seems right but herself, feeling like evryone seems to run her life As blind as a bat she still trying to find herself, as the mind and heart r on a strife
Directions To My Heart
welcome to my home, its at my hearts dome, on your first left you will meet my only joy, FAMILY as you turn right be careful not to step into a puddle of tears, FEARS
A New Breath
A bundle of joy so grateful, dont know your name i do know your a blessing, that gives each day Abundle of joy so beautiful, dont kno how you look
Give me any musical note whether high or low; I’ll play you back a sweet melody Give me a single star way up in the sky; I’ll map the clear sky with constellation. We all have to start somewhere, in order to get somewhere. Everything around me will seem possible, if you give me a wee bit of hope.
Heart Vs Mind
A beautiful young being, Still at the tender age
Influence sweeps like aplague, she is sweeped where the wind blows,
no other being seems right but herself, feeling like evryone seems to run her life
As blind as a bat she still trying to find herself, as the mind and heart r on a strife
His voice allures her into the cave, Her mind hestitates but her heart is brave
She is lead by her heart, and not the timid mind
multi-voices shout out all sorts of things, but his eyes draws her attenti