Spotlighting Pan-African Poetry

Biography

I'm here

Enlarge poem

I’m here.

To sing a song of strength

Of which history bears testament.

Here to speak up and be present,

The evidence of her resilience.

I’m here to chop down the tree,

Whose seed, I wasn’t in time to bite,

To eat, so it would never have sprouted.

Here to kill the tree, whose bark,

Covered with rot, has lost its spark.

Whose fruit has never seen the light of day.

This tree who shades her from her light,

Who shields her from

Her ancient might!

This trees name, is victimization.

I’m here right now. To shout at her,

That we may yield a serrated, saw.

And banish it forever.

Without it we are Mother Earth.

Our fertile, minds,

To our world, give birth

To love

To hope

To continuity.

Raya Wambui

Featured Poem:

You work for me

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You work for me.
And I’m tired of seeing, my country men bleeding
for the sake of your fees.
See, you work for me,
But I can not believe in your incompetent grinning,
at my nations needs.
You work for me
inadequately.
Selfishly stabbing our unity.
Spitting at the beauty in diversity.
Disrespectfully rubbing dirt in the wounds which it should be,
your duty to heal for our children’s prosperity.
Don’t we drive on the same roads?
you’d rather take on loans?
Or aren’t you here too?

Do you work for me?
Not the other way round?
When you mess up, its your job to with shame,
face the ground.
To get up and run, when any warning bells sound.
Not measure your cocks for some heat beaten crowd.
You don’t care what parties I go to,
Why should I care the other way round?
Which schools will you build?
Where and how?
Can’t you feel the vibrations?
My lakes suffocation?
Can you see your reflection?
before we all drown?

You Work For Me.
Do your job!
Get it right!
My land is filled with resources, inspiring!
Do the job you’ve got now,
before you start applying,
for promotions, with notions,
of wasting more of my time.

You Work For Me.
In case you forgot it.
My anger is past the point where I lost it.
The time has now come.
To get real.
Or Forfeit.

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  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

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  1. I had the honour to listen to Raya perform at kwani n she earned my respect. I love the above pieces to.

    Sol J Karanja

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Biography

Raya Wambui started writing poetry consistently thirteen years ago. She began performing in July 2011 competing in the Carnivore Star Search of that year. She began her blog in March 2012, where she has been sharing her poetry and some other writing since then (rayawambui.wordpress.com). Her poetry tends to fall under revolutionary poetry, but is not exclusively in that genre.

Since she began performing, she has performed at the following events:

* Carnivore Star Search of 2011- Auditions, Semi Finals and Finals

* Wamathai Spoken Word- Severally since 2011

* Slam Africa- Performed severally, competed five times: I am the 39th Slam Queen

* Kwani Open Mic- performed three times, was the April 2013 featured poet

* Word Up Live- Severally

* Panari Ice Skating Festival

* Chords For Cords

* Streams, Where Haven Art

* Creatives Garage Portfolio Review

* POWO

* Teto Tetuma and the Purple Warriors Band, Live at Kitengela

* Global Voices Summit 2012

* The BOGOF

* Sitawa Ignited

* GBC show: JCs love letter

* Sentimental Spot (Arts Talk Show)

* Nairobi University Chiromo Campus Cultural Day

* Nairobi University Main Campus, Class presentation

 

Raya Wambui

Biography

Raya Wambui started writing poetry consistently thirteen years ago. She began performing in July 2011 competing in the Carnivore Star Search of that year. She began her blog in March 2012, where she has been sharing her poetry and some other writing since then (rayawambui.wordpress.com). Her poetry tends to fall under revolutionary poetry, but is not exclusively in that genre.

Since she began performing, she has performed at the following events:

* Carnivore Star Search of 2011- Auditions, Semi Finals and Finals

* Wamathai Spoken Word- Severally since 2011

* Slam Africa- Performed severally, competed five times: I am the 39th Slam Queen

* Kwani Open Mic- performed three times, was the April 2013 featured poet

* Word Up Live- Severally

* Panari Ice Skating Festival

* Chords For Cords

* Streams, Where Haven Art

* Creatives Garage Portfolio Review

* POWO

* Teto Tetuma and the Purple Warriors Band, Live at Kitengela

* Global Voices Summit 2012

* The BOGOF

* Sitawa Ignited

* GBC show: JCs love letter

* Sentimental Spot (Arts Talk Show)

* Nairobi University Chiromo Campus Cultural Day

* Nairobi University Main Campus, Class presentation

 

I'm here

Enlarge poem

I’m here.

To sing a song of strength

Of which history bears testament.

Here to speak up and be present,

The evidence of her resilience.

I’m here to chop down the tree,

Whose seed, I wasn’t in time to bite,

To eat, so it would never have sprouted.

Here to kill the tree, whose bark,

Covered with rot, has lost its spark.

Whose fruit has never seen the light of day.

This tree who shades her from her light,

Who shields her from

Her ancient might!

This trees name, is victimization.

I’m here right now. To shout at her,

That we may yield a serrated, saw.

And banish it forever.

Without it we are Mother Earth.

Our fertile, minds,

To our world, give birth

To love

To hope

To continuity.

Featured Poem:

You work for me

Enlarge poem

You work for me.
And I’m tired of seeing, my country men bleeding
for the sake of your fees.
See, you work for me,
But I can not believe in your incompetent grinning,
at my nations needs.
You work for me
inadequately.
Selfishly stabbing our unity.
Spitting at the beauty in diversity.
Disrespectfully rubbing dirt in the wounds which it should be,
your duty to heal for our children’s prosperity.
Don’t we drive on the same roads?
you’d rather take on loans?
Or aren’t you here too?

Do you work for me?
Not the other way round?
When you mess up, its your job to with shame,
face the ground.
To get up and run, when any warning bells sound.
Not measure your cocks for some heat beaten crowd.
You don’t care what parties I go to,
Why should I care the other way round?
Which schools will you build?
Where and how?
Can’t you feel the vibrations?
My lakes suffocation?
Can you see your reflection?
before we all drown?

You Work For Me.
Do your job!
Get it right!
My land is filled with resources, inspiring!
Do the job you’ve got now,
before you start applying,
for promotions, with notions,
of wasting more of my time.

You Work For Me.
In case you forgot it.
My anger is past the point where I lost it.
The time has now come.
To get real.
Or Forfeit.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (2)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

I'm here

Enlarge poem

I’m here.

To sing a song of strength

Of which history bears testament.

Here to speak up and be present,

The evidence of her resilience.

I’m here to chop down the tree,

Whose seed, I wasn’t in time to bite,

To eat, so it would never have sprouted.

Here to kill the tree, whose bark,

Covered with rot, has lost its spark.

Whose fruit has never seen the light of day.

This tree who shades her from her light,

Who shields her from

Her ancient might!

This trees name, is victimization.

I’m here right now. To shout at her,

That we may yield a serrated, saw.

And banish it forever.

Without it we are Mother Earth.

Our fertile, minds,

To our world, give birth

To love

To hope

To continuity.

Comments

  1. I had the honour to listen to Raya perform at kwani n she earned my respect. I love the above pieces to.

    Sol J Karanja

Your email address will not be published.