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Kwani Trust is inviting you to Kwani? Open Mic on Tuesday 7th July 2009 7pm at Club Soundd, Hamilton House Kaunda Street Entry ksh 100/- only. Featured Poet; Wanjiku Mwaurah “Spontaneity is my middle name and being a dreamer is a strength I have. I hail from central Kenya born was raised there! Poetry…? I like thinking a lot… the special thing about my thinking is that I like thinking in short sentences. And the best way to put that down is through poetry. Poetry is a way of relaying a message through in short and precise and sometimes intense manner. How did we get started…Poetry and I, go back a long way. As a kid, I would go for solo verses but there, I only experienced a prescribed form of the art, where I did as was asked and but not as I would have wanted. However, being on stage for poetry stopped for the four years I was in high school though I was composing poems, more of a way to express my self than for performance. Premier show: It started as a favor for a friend who needed...

There is a new Poetry Spot in town: the Discover Restaurant at the top of Kenol petrol station in Koinange Street First event this Saturday at 5pm, featuring speCified, reigning Slam Africa Champion Entry: 100ksh

I almost had her almost had one to stick by me, to lay low and run mad with me.. I almost had one to tell my issues, to listen to her issues and to share my issues.. I almost had her...

Mama didn't tell, she never taught me, she simply let me run and fly free.. but mama didnt tell she never taught me that to run and fly free; I must first know no peace

"They cook their hair with hot iron and pull it hard So that it may grow long. Then they rope the hair on wooden pens like a billy goat brought for the sacrifice struggling to free itself. They fry their hair in boiling oil as if it were locusts and the hair sizzles. It cries aloud in sharp pain as it is pulled and stretched and the vigorous and healthy hair, Curly, springy and thick that glistens in the sunshine Is left listless and dead." "The Graceful Giraffe Cannot Become a Monkey," Song of Lawino and Song of Ocol, 1988 Okot P 'Bitek,