Is it the riveting conversation? The ability to rub any, See its not conceivable. Me was not thinking of any Adversity When I thought Fanani Flava Only Nicesities Maybe It's the wine And the understanding wiles The place we've set for life to have smiles At every stage like a baby growing Though there's the late night pledge It's all a beauty wedged In its experience Fanani Flava; A place to Savor By Ketronique

Clara Chamshama Swai


Like a shadow
Dark, Mysterious
Eyeing the hunted
Patiently waiting
For my time
Ready To pounce
Hard on The West
For when diminished
They Will quench,
My burning thirst

I prowl At night Hidden
In the shadows Though
they scramble To tell
My story
Not at bedtime
But "breaking news"
Ain’t it funny
Cos I am hiding
deep down
In the burrows
Calculating my next move
Next Target Known
but secretly hidden
and yet they know
that when I strike
A sure victory
Will I achieve

Patient, Focused
The weary Watch the night
Strange though when I sneeze
They scream and shout
"it's a bomb" they call out
As I smile
and wonder
Who then,
Has power
Cos when I sneeze,
You splinter and shit!

My voice,
in the wilderness
I observe
I prophesy
Many and countless
From north to East
Are ready I see
To take on My task
For this fight
Is as wide
as the widest sea

Fear not,
panic not
Were you to die
Today or not
Would be Indeed
A holy cause
This life because
Will end anyway
Your belts tite Therefore
You who lust For justice

Believe it or not
Many have fought
For such the lot
For the morrow
Their reward
Will they reap
Once we wipe
Off the smile
From their wrought
Wrinkled so called
Faces of the West

Who then, Am I?
Would you scramble
To tell my story
As breaking news?
Or are you the type
Who hunger to watch
On your coach
As they continue
To lie
About Who

By Clara C. Swai


luihamu said...

you know what i will say iam that iam iam.iam whom iam.Born to be I and I.


Anande said...

Well heard well heard!

Anonymous said...

That's very good.

Haidar Chamshama