A Toast to the New Year

And so, another year ends
Perhaps, for you, it was a bend
Wounds, grief, pain, you tend
Adios to these, you must send.

Still, after everything, here you stand
How Great He is, now you understand
The year – lifelong lessons, you to better
You say thanks to all, long is your letter.

Another year, blessings tis your portion
Ready to wear all, silky this your lotion
Ill will and greed, you say no to this potion
Made for greatness, when you know this notion.

Dreams to give wings, this New Year
Love, hugs and life, this New Year
Dancing under the stars, this New Year
You, His co-creator, thanks to a New Year.

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#GreaterTogether

You are great. Say after me, slowly, “I am great!” Yes, you are. And so, we are going to create great works together… memorable characters, riveting plots, immortal phrases. Yes, you and me. With your support of Kshs 20, we are going to launch two great anthologies: ‘A Funeral Dress for Nyasuguta’ and ‘Love Told, Poetry Souled, Family Bold.’ Then, create some more… ‘People of the Sand’, ‘Soweto: A Love Story’… in twenty years’ time, you’ll look back and say, “In my greatness, I made this happen!”

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