In my stuffy library lies a moldy collection of poems I penned during my undergrad days at KU.

Gleaning over them after two decades, I find the poems particularly angry, morose even.What was making me so at only 24?But in a way, they capture the zeitgeist- the spirit of the age;the last years of Moi autocracy were quite gloomy for Kenya as a nation.

Not all poems therein are that melancholic though.This short vignette has a ring of hope around it:

Even when the world,
Takes everything else from you,
Even when you are left with nothing,

Keep yourself for you,
For you are yours

One day,when I get enough muses,I will revisit poetry writing.

Gilbert Mwangi

Creative writer,dreamer,and Drum Major for all things true.

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