Photo by Thanks for your Like • donations welcome from Pixabay The language I writeis not my mother tongue, yetyou read my heart well. Author’s note: My mother tongue is…
Image by Pixaline from Pixabay Our twenty-first century world is overflowing with environmental issues and humanitarian crises. The air is gray with pollution. The oceans and rivers are inundated with…
Today’s prompt is to write about something that returns. This poem is about returning of the rose as a flower, metaphor, victuals, and wisdom. Today marks the end of Na/GloPoWrimo.…
I joined Letters Live in their #ReadALetter campaign by writing and reading a letter to anyone in isolation, to add a bit of sunshine in their life. The letter focus…
Contrary to the industry categorization of literature to define various types of fictions, including children’s books, nobody is writing for children only. As an avid reader of children’s books, I…
The book launch invitation card On Saturday, 7 August 2019, together with a fellow Tanzanian writer, Justine Kakoko, we held a book launch event for my bilingual book 'Jai The…
My eyes weighed with grieve; like a sinking stone in water, I sat down to weep by the river. What would be of those tears once downstream in the ocean?…
Distinguished citizens of the Earth. On behalf of the hills and valleys, mountains and glaciers, animals and plants, deserts and oceans, rocks and silts, the core and atmosphere, I pass…