This is Tomukudza. He is a lawyer from Zimbabwe…… Tomukudza is also a poet. For some reason everytime I read this poem, I’m reminded of Shakespeare’s Sonnets. He talks about what love is in this poem.
Coffee on a Good Day
If you were having coffee with me, I would tell you about my good day. I would tell you how I woke up in the morning with a smile on my face and how the fact that it rained and electricity went off while I was charging my phone didn’t bring down my mood.
One Night….
So, this beautiful lady started this poem…. She wrote the first five lines and I have attempted to complete and nail her vision.
Dear Alex…
Dear Alex, Its been a while since we last spoke. Three years to be exact. I still remember the last conversation as clearly as if it were just yesterday. You called me to find out if my birthday was in August. It isn’t. However, I wish everyday that I had said that it was. And not just for the red velvet cake you would have bought me but also for the chance to see you one more time.
My Thoughts on Love
I don’t know why this prompt didn’t fall on the purported day of love but henewe, let me tell you all about luuuuuuuurve. And its not this poem I wrote a while back.
Pocket Full of Shy (Verse 5)
Okay, so I’m continuing this from Kyagaba’s #chain 3 But it was started by Dj Twonjex and verse 2 was by Kirabo and then it was continued by Patricia Kahill and Shanita Kyagaba Here it goes….my continuation
Dear Husband
Dear Future Husband! Heeeeeey, how are you doing this Valentine’s day? It’s our anniversary! Of course I’m talking about the number of years before we meet.
Day Five: Someone please help me find a fitting tittle for this Story
Continued from day three SANDRA Sandra sat on the ground listlessly staring as the paramedics lifted Kenneth’s body from the ground onto the gurney. She didn’t feel the rain as it started to fall. Her bridesmaids tried to pry her from the ground. But she didn’t put in any effort. She started to cry when his body was put into a body bag. But then she saw the man who was responsible for Kenneth’s death. The man who was now looking so remorseful, his eyes downcast. Surrounded by his co-conspirators. Her brothers. She was filled with rage. One that she …