Evelyn Ongogo
Evelyn Ongogo is a teacher, a poet and speaker. She has authored an array of children story books and two poetry collections, namely Dichol and Other Poems, and The Eye of a Smiling Sun. She has also authored Breaking the Burdens. Holds a B. Ed., Arts in Linguistics and Business Studies from the University of Nairobi.
THE MASKS OF LOVE
By Evelyn Ongogo They say Love is red That Love isn’t blue or Green, Or purple, or Indigo, Or yellow or Orange! But why Red? Isn’t Red, the colour of…
DESIDERATUM
By Evelyne Ongogo I won’t keep words that harm Nor sneers that hurt I won’t carry a tool of despise Nor attend a school of spite I haven’t a space…
VANITY
By Evelyn Ongogo So baffling that people toil and strain To make mansions of life Mansions, where they stand To look upon other souls With spite and despise All for…
GONE TO PIECES
By Evelyne Ongogo Okoth The world has gone to pieces Little remnants of glory trickle down our feet As we desperately watch a world That was once full of bliss…
MY TWA TWA
BY Evelyne Ongogo Okoth I am seated at the patio I will sit till the sun comes down I will sit till the sweat on my back Flows down my…
KIKOTO’S MOUTH
By Evelyn Ongogo Okoth Kikoto has a mouth His mouth is just like any other mouth But his mouth is dangerous! It is venomous! The village calls him the Mouthy…
BLACK SKIN IN MY SONG
By Evelyn Okoth Ongogo Hate her or love her Love her or hate her But she remains my centre of passion She is the pot Where my life’s concoction brews…
COUNSELS OF THE SAGES – THE CANE
Odambo caned his wife He caned her so well in the hour of yesterday It was his wife he caned in that hour as shy And when it was dawn…
FIX ME THE BROKEN FENCE
By Evelyn Ogongo “Eii.. .pinyni! – This world!” Sabina had exclaimed at moonlight “Awuoro! -I wonder!” Ogwanjo had been in “Narobi” for the last many days: Many days like three…
DO NOT CRY
Do not cry my darling For I waited for too long Do not cry Because you thought too long Was not really so long But my heart remained open Do…
MOURN HIM WELL
Akoko nyar nam, Mourn your husband well Mourn him, daughter of the Lake Mourn Oduka as if the world is ending tomorrow He was the spear that pierced the sleeping…