| Haiti Cherie |
 | Haiti Cherie What word can encompass stretch its arms and wrap them around
A day when the world returns to the dust it was
Before we fashioned orderly chaos and became free
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| Halima Ana Mimba |
 | Halima Ana Mimba Halima ana mamba, alopachikwa na simba,
Yaani-Bwana Kamau, atokae Timau,
Kitumbua chake kaingia mchanga, ilhali Kamau shujaa,
Malaika wa miaka kumi na miwili, sasa kafanywa ibilisi,
Jibaba la miongo minne, kapewa pongezi na sherehe tele.
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| I Choose To Be Green |
 | I Choose To Be Green I choose to be jealous – to be envious of better world To be naïve and be moulded in righteousness by my dad To be inexperienced at treating people’s slight And forgive them from a heart, that is light
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| Exodus |
 | Exodus "A giant herd of cattle has fled from northern Kenya into the Borena one in Ethiopia to escape a drought. The UN's Food and Agricultural Organization says the herd numbers more than 200,000. Although seasonal migration across the border is normal, this is the largest influx recorded in 10 years," a UN statement said.' BBC report- 2009 ...
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| Me I can |
 | Me I can
Very recently I was involved in an attempt to mark AIDS week by convening a Focus Africa* debate on the matter at the University where I study. The whole thing turned out be a disaster as aside from the organisers (two of them) only one other person turned up for the event.
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| Walking Creatures |
 | Walking Creatures
Davis Seme is a budding writer who writes both poetry and short stories. Today we publish his debut on the pages of KI. Read On.
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| Bride Breed |
Bride Breed
Pilgrim's pride, is America, English is Europe and Our-communal ownership-is Africa. Therefore, the poem is an American story told by an African, in a European language. Let's believe the poet is dead and hear the persona.
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| Inside the Convent |
Inside The Convent Reply to Steve Partington's ‘Nuns. Khainga takes leave from his walk down K-Street to peer through the Convent.
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| Private thoughts of a public man |
private thoughts of a public man...
Poet Mike Kwambo pulls the strings on our series on K-Street otherwise, called NairobiI's Red Light District. This poem could as well be meant for performance. Read on.
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| Change |
Change Neema Ngwatilo's second poem in Imagine Culture.
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 | Teacups Eleven years old and accustomed to seeing
the Jacaranda trees carpet the hill-side
with their lavender flowers, loving them even
when they wilted and returned to dirt; I still hoped
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| Fourth ballad of K-Street |
 | Fourth ballad of K-Street Khainga O'Okwemba persists on his walk down Koinange Street, looking, looking.
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| Third ballad of K-street |
Third ballad of Koinange Street Imagine Culture's Poetry editor Khainga O'Okwemba continues his walk down Nairobi's Koinange Street.
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| big ass bed |
big ass bed she was a sultry goddess
that every man wanted to possess
every time I looked at her I used to think…"you woman!"
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| Finally Levi |
Finally Levi
they told us you were dead months ago
mbeki observed a moment of silence in your honour levi
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