Biography of Wesongah David
Referred to as The People's Poet, Wesongah, Eastlandah David was born in kenya.A poet since a tender age, he came of age exploring Shakespeare and loving Langston Hughes. he says of Hughes ' I always admired the morality of his poems'.
He was greatly influenced by the classic poets, but has some fond spot for the present too. He says of Maya Angelou, ' If there is a poet I would love to meet, and tell I have risen, is Maya. she is one poet who has made me. Most people will tell me she is a feminist, she is writing for the likes of Vagina monologues, but I tell them in poetry, it is never written for self extraction only, it is written for any heart, soul, or mind that can put the message into perspective.'
David admits to being a strong admirer of Malcolm X, and quotes 'By any means necessary' one of the most meaningful struggle sentiments of all time.
Wesongah says quit college at Daystar university due to a difference of opinion with what the system was pushing for as education material. He joined the Nation media group and later founded Eastlandah- the company.
At one time chronicled as the future of Kenyan journalism, wesongah pioneered urban youth 'revo-journalism' first as a freelance for media houses as SABC before finally taking his place at the then Radio Simba-kenya. He says it is at this time that the youth flooded the media in Kenya and he set about creating a new thumb-mark of journalism- giving an ear to the story, before putting it into perspective. He says of his brand...' I have always seen people make news, but rarely are they given a chance to be part of the news in delivery, to be the news they make. I want to let them tell the story.'And that is exactly what he did as a reporter.
Wesonga Won The 2008 Adeste prize, a recognition of the justice his works of art do to the advancement of a positive society, and countly dedicated the award to the streets.
At present concentrating on his first novel, a collection of poems and his autobiography, titled 'familiar territory, unfamiliar terrain, Wesongah is a self confessed hopeless Romantic-and sees himself sort of a star-crossed lover and thus is justified single.
We can still expect more 'revolutionariness' from the voice of the people, the echo of the streets-Wesongah David.
(Bio done and edited by jamie)
complementary bio at: http: //www.redroom.com/member/eastlandah
Wesongah David's Works:
Wesongah David Poems
I Stand Tall-Yet Again
From the gloom that you dumped me,
I crave the imaginable- and the unimaginable too- Because-I know not how to put it, typical, Days are long-and wish I could be waiting for you, Or find you somewhere, under the starry skies at twilight
I Shall Return.
I shall return, To walk by the cool streams barefoot, And munch on the thick grasses, Listening to to the lullabies of the birds,
Flesh For Flesh, Blood For Blood!
She takes little tottering steps towards daddy, Little necklace locket in her tiny hands, Laced with a 'for my unborn daughter' signage, 'Daddy it's me' she seems to be saying,
Let me feel your cheeks, Kiss me then. Feel the depths of your tongue in me, Lost in an innate desire.
Of Pitiful Love
That we loveth with an open eye, Lies- shrieking romantics-Hopeless! Did you see it coming? Never! ! I scream again and again,
For All The Love None The Matter
His eyes are misty, palms clasped, Downcast are the eyes, Praying for a bountiful Curses an idiom beheld by acclamation,
Should You Take My Hand
Should you take my hand, Ever dare take my hand, In Holy Matrimony, Never Let go-Never ever let go.
We Shall Be Again
I know all about the feeling, That coming to a close is gloom, But by Jove I shall return, To walk the naked streets again,
Whom Shall We Stand For?
When we spoke, we wanted them to listen, And when we spoke, we spoke nothing. We cried, and yearned for a second liberation, Blood, sweat, tears, toil gone for nothing
A Serenade To The Streets
Can’t you dance no more, Like you used to in your maiden days? Can’t you waltz no more, Like you used to in your boyhood?
The Denouement -For Kenya 2008
(For a bleeding Kenya-2008) The guns were laid, planes too were laid, Leaves no longer rustled, grass no longer burned
Dancing To My Lonely Pains
I walk proudly as a gathering storm, Floating over the insidious valleys yonder, And I see the faces remark how happy am be, A bunch of golden daffodils brazen –that’s me!
Flight Of Love
How can I forget, The way your fingers moved me, Toyed with my illusion of love, The silly little glitter that was your nail,
I felt the pain when you looked at me,
And dismissed me with your stare.
I felt pained when you talked to me,
And made me feel like less a man.
And I felt it when you twisted your hips,
And crushed me to the mirth of your heart!
I felt used when you laughed like the devil,
And shifted whatever the label was- prada,