I stand by myself,
beside myself,
torn apart by myriads of trials
and tones of sufferings,
yet I dream.
Like a wrecked ship
hit inimically by the waves,
out of use to its makers,
so am I,
yet I dream.
Seated calmly at the shore,
I look into the warry sea
and brave myself for the times,
saying:
It’s not over until I’m completely crushed down,
till my parts are used to roast fish;
and even when my parts will be used to roast fish,
I’ll still twist in the fire,
So, m’hmm…
I dream.
Like a ramshackle car,
left out in the rain,
bespattered and snowed upon,
so am I,
oh, yet I dream.
I look up the sky
and hear a voice saying loud,
“I’m coming for a ride, boy.”
So i think of myself on the roads again,
bouncing to the park,
just because I dream.
There’s poverty back at home,
there’s sickness,
and an unimaginable amount of pain;
I hear my siblings moaning,
their cry like that of numerous preys
clamped down by predators,
yet I dream.
I deeam of a future better,
I dream of a season riper,
I dream of listening to
the reading of what I write
and matching out of this zoo
to a clear sight;
I dream of the fresh sunlight
hitting my face after twilight,
shining into the darkest parts of my life.
I dream.
(c) 2022 Lamittan Minsah. All rights reserved.

I’m grateful for having found a family here. I’ve been away on some issues, including my mum’s sickness that has taken me with a lot of worry. She was found with a terrible combination of diseases, namely: malaria, typhoid and arthritis, and has since been on medication. I thank God she’s a bit stable now.
I’ve been stunned by how caring a family I have here. Some came directly to my inbox to check on my welfare, and, holy catfish, I lack enough words to express how much obliged I am for their comfort and love. I love you-all so much and missed you inexplicably.
I also have to say that I’ve really missed reading your posts and will take to your sites one after the other to see for myself all the goodies awaiting there.
And I come back with another sweet news (well, at least it’s good news to me 😄). 👇
“Twilight of Freedom” paperback now available
You can now order a manual copy of my recent play “Twilight of Freedom”. This play covers the following themes, among others: politics, dairy farming, health and sickness, conflict, domestic violence, pain and suffering, classism, sibling rivalry, parenting, freedom, neo-colonialism, governance and change. Check the link below the cover to order a copy.

Click here for kindle and paperback.
Click here for a soft copy direct to your email.
My emails are still open to fellow poets who wish to participate in an upcoming anthology of poems dubbed “Tales of a Tearful World” and another dubbed “The Voice of Kenyan Poets“. Click the highlighted texts to read more. Many thanks to those who have submitted. I will respond to all submissions from June.