Brian Nzomo. From the day a youngling sprang from earth,A burden of sin was heaped upon his feeble back,Before the maiden leaves could hear the sun’s wrathHis seamless existence was tainted black… On teak benches with innocent toddlers his age,Eyes widen with horror at the words from the vicar’s lipAbout a place of infinite tormentContinue reading “THE CHASM OF HIS ‘LOVE’”
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IS IT LOVE… OR IS IT US.
By Brian Nzomo It is not uncommon for anyone to come across somebody trashing relationships on Social media. It is not rare for anyone to read paragraphs and paragraphs of how relationships don’t work, or of how love is nothing but a scam. We live in a century whose social dynamics have been wrought byContinue reading “IS IT LOVE… OR IS IT US.”
MY DEAR CHILDREN.
By Brian Nzomo. To my loving children, None of you know me. None of you have ever met me before. By the time this letter gets to you, both of you would be wondering; from whom does this letter originate from, and what purpose does he have in writing this letter to us? I understandContinue reading “MY DEAR CHILDREN.”
KONDOO ALIYEPATIKANA
Na Brian Nzomo Sikujua ni jambo lipi lililonipeleka kanisani Jumapili hiyo, wala sikuelewa ari hiyo ilinigubuka vipi. Miaka kumi sikupata kutia miguu yangu katika maabadi yoyote. Shughuli mzo, safari za hapa na pale na anasa za dunia zilinimeza zote nikasahau kuitenga angalau siku moja kumshukuru mungu kwa “neema zake”. Hapo mwanzoni kabla ya kupotoka kwangu,Continue reading “KONDOO ALIYEPATIKANA”
HUKU SI KWENU
Na Brian Nzomo. “Situmahi kukuona hapa hivi karibuni. Miaka kumi na mitano ni mingi sana. Hata hivyo kuna tumaini. Tumaini ya kuwa utarekebisha mkondo wa maisha yako na kuwa mwananchi mwema na mwadilifu…” alidokeza yule afisa wa magereza akimkabidhi Simiyu shanta lililosheheni nguo zake. Suruali moja mararumararu na shati la buluu lililochanika. Hizo ndizo maliContinue reading “HUKU SI KWENU”
WINGU LA UASI.
Na Brian Nzomo. Ni dhahiri kuwa nchi yetu ilikuwa imefikia upeo wa vurugu na ghasia. Kila pembe ya nchi hii ilikuwa inarindima kwa nyimbo za uasi. Waondoke, wang’atuliwe,Tuwasake, tuwaondowe,Wabinafsi na mabepariWasipate tena kustawiWala kunawiri,Wasio na tofauti na wachawi… Nchi iliyojulikana kwa utulivu wake katika bara zima tangu enzi za jadi. Nchi hiyo sasa imefurika damuContinue reading “WINGU LA UASI.”
MIAKA MITANO.
Na Brian Nzomo. Joto la kisiasa lilianza kufumka pindi tume ya uchaguzi ilipotangaza kuwa shughuli za uchaguzi zingefanyika miezi tisa baadaye. Si barazani, si misikitini, si makanisani, si mikahawani, si mitaani. Kote kulitawaliwa na mijadala ya kisiasa.Lakini mjadala uliozua zani kwa baadhi ya wakaazi wa eneo bunge la Mikalani ulikuwa kuhusu azma ya Bwana ShadrackContinue reading “MIAKA MITANO.”
UTENZI WA MWANA KUPONA NA UCHAMBUZI WAKE.
Na Brian Nzomo. Nagema wangu binti,Mchechefu basanati,Upulike wasiati,Asaa ukazingatiya… Utendi wa Mwana Kupona ni mojawapo ya mashairi yanayojulikana sana katika historia ya Kiswahili. Shari hili lilitungwa na mwanamke aliyejulikana kama Mwana Kupona binti Mshamu Nabhany aliyezaliwa katika mji wa Pate mwaka wa 1810. Historia ya maisha yake Mwana Kupona imefafanuliwa vyema na wasomi A. WernerContinue reading “UTENZI WA MWANA KUPONA NA UCHAMBUZI WAKE.”
FARIDA.
By Brian Nzomo “You have an appointment with Dr. Masinde ten minutes from now…” the secretary at the reception said politely. I smiled back at her and nodded. I waited at the bench at the corner of the room, absent-mindedly thinking about the silly questions I would ask in this interview. An interview for aContinue reading “FARIDA.”
INTRODUCTION TO THE ART OF IAMBIC PENTAMETER IN TRADITIONAL POETRY.
By Brian Nzomo. My lady, whisper low and hear my plea… ~Sparrow, Confession. This darkened raiment of the burnished sun ~Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice. Traditional poetry has always seemed like a brain-splitting form of artistic poetry owing to the strict codes and rules guiding meter and rhythm. Many have also departed from this formsContinue reading “INTRODUCTION TO THE ART OF IAMBIC PENTAMETER IN TRADITIONAL POETRY.”