IMIRISHYO-ART

Art of GOD, land of gold Africa is you. Mother of the nations, source of inspirations; To poets and songster inception of every single line of their lyrics  They pinch on their paper. East west they never get a rest  Of trying to figure out your inner mystery but it has been a test  For them because it is intangible like a vapor. Many had underestimated your ability, Their mind is full of ambiguity, but loving yourself  Being yourself will make you shine amongst those who never believed in your audacity, I know they will switch on green light for equality.  Your self-reliance will make you an alliance without paying an indulgence. I can see, An independent Africa that will be seeing challenge dead in the eye And gives it a wink instead of writing down batch of papers wasting an ink Begging for help, betting her future generations as a deed of trust in the banks That doesn’t take a week but I know you are not weak, I can’t say that this is your time Because it ha...

    Human Demons   Talkative and arrogant like the mouth swallowed mucus, These devil minded humans never wish to see us succeed, Snake tongue is their immunity, Heart full of hatred and cursing, Excuse me? Am proudly blessed, I know you don’t like me; you want to fight me, Wishing you was in my position which is funny!   Never caring about your troubles instead you poke into my life style, It’s funny how time flies without you getting paid for being much of a talker, Look at this python moving by, Preying on my fresh and they happy, For God’s Sake look at your own issues, Last night they was secretly conspiring about my living!   Sure know the world is cruelly but these human creatures make it dooms day, Nothing troubling like staying together with these venom humans, He walking, talking, sitting May he die today is their wish for my poor life, Behaviors of scavengers is written on their foreheads, Think they wish...

  Caged, caged, caged.. Blow towards East, I’m in West. The Deep pleasure shows itself, Outgrown is the beat and Deliverance is my song. Knock whatever not my head. The last footstep were achromatized in a blink. The sunrise is near to sunset, that I can turn to the East, for I derived to the kingdom. Captive, captive , captive… blow towards East, I’m in West.                    by Safa Claudia  

                                 𝖀𝖒𝖛𝖆 𝕮𝖞𝖆𝖓𝖊.  Umva cyane Nkwisabiye kujya ahantu hatuje, Kure yabantu cg muri Yamasaha Atuje, Ari nka tondo cg nijoro baryamye, Umva cyane. uzicare mumutuzo utuze, Sigusabye gutekereza na gacye, Ngusabye guhumeka cyane,  injiza umwuka mwish cyane, Uwufungire imbere akanya gato cyane, Wusohore buhoro buhoro paka ushize, Ukomeze gucyo gucyo ubundi wumve, Umva cyane. Uwakoze ibyo navuze, yateye intambwe ya mbere, Intambwe ya 2 nukwicara akumva, Imiyaga ihuha, amajwi yinyamaswa, Hari uwakumva nindege, bitewe naho aherereye, byanga bikunda nawe uzumva ibikwegereye. Umva cyane. Ese wigeze umara umwanya wumva utavuga? babyita kwiga. Ese wigeze umara umwanya wumva udatekereza? uko nuku medita. Ari nabyo aka kanya ndikuvuga. Hari uwabyumva akumva bitashoboka, Azagerageze ntakidashoboka, Hari n'uwabyumva akumva ntacyo bimaze da! Umva cyane. Ku medita biruhura ubw...

When I was young, the world was nice We ran around, we sing sounds And everybody loved us We really never cared what tomorrow  Would bring Then our teeth grew strong And our voices got horse  And our childhood games ended The world was not nice anymore  Floods of responsibility  Destroyed our cities of fun And slowly we lost sense of who we are How did we get here? But more important, can we go back? 

  My legs used to feed me  Hustling around day and night was part of my life  Sitting was forbidden in my kingdom   Chilling with my family was Seldom  Later on, I met with the teacher who  grappled my routine and ended my regime  I met with the teacher  Who thought me how to sit back and see my life in the angle that is different from what I used to look at it from  probably, from the day he came, life perspectives changed form  I have leant that, it’s about progress, not perfection I met with the teacher, who is furious  Who you can’t mess with, for god sake he is serious   Whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever you do He doesn’t care, you have to sit and learn and No one has that ability to dodge his class I met with the teacher  Whose purpose is to make a history  Who is teaching with no boundary   He is doing whatever he wants as if he has no Rivals  He said no church, no school and ...

Snow in summer I envy having snow in summer. Bright smiley face, cute small bodies and alluring smell is all they have. They have little mind to keep huge memories, Memories to discern who's parents or strangers. Strangers who enable some being choosy. Being choosy, the greatest failure for many. Many who don't value them as root all seeds have grown up from. From autonomic and crime free world. World we could all belong to. Belong to snow in summer only. x