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We did it
We procrastinate all along!
Then we urge time to slow down
So we can meet the deadlines
And lighten up our lecturers' faces
We yawn all day
Wishing the class gets cancelled
So we can hit the party note
But we desire to don that gown
Come that special day
And give meaning
To four years of last minute masterpieces
Happy graduation!
By B. David Kombako
April 2007
Saying sorry
In the heat of the moment
Angry words are hurled (Grrr!)
With the intensity of feeling
Held in too long (Oops!)
Sometimes missiles fly
Adding weight to the words (Bang, Smash!)
When all is said and done
One feels better (Ahh!)
Pent up emotions have found an outlet
The pressure is off (Whew!)
Now comes the difficult part:
Saying sorry (Silence).
By Rosemary Modewa
Just another
The night is cold
Only what nobody is told
Is that it steals you if you are old
Like the man who they say is bald
At the corner he sat in a fold
Waiting for another of those loads
Which the chef had no need poured
Just outside of the kitchen door
As a fill for him
And there he sat in the cold
All so stiff but nobody was told
That the one who is old is gone
They say he was taken because he was bald
Buried in a fold
Of the unwanted load
And just as heavens blessings poured
So is he cosseted beyond heaven's door.
By Mathilda Parau
(Creative Writing 2002)
Where we lived
There were coconut trees I remember
Four, which would have me at the door
With the sound of their arrival
I creamed them for us
And we did not want more
There was the wind that night, a sign
Tempestuous love affair of earth and sea
And we did not know that
That time would soon be at an end
We talked of the barren grapevine
And listened in silence
To words left unsaid
Now where we lived is a memory
Unpleasantly sweet it clings to me
And the fall of every nut is a misery
And the cream is not as rich
As where we lived.
By Michael Theophilus Dom
April, 2006
 
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