Selected poems
Angels don't travel
So true angels never travel
On canning and winding roads
I was the road of patience, humility and love
With so much glamour at the end
But in the language of angels I hear
The light and the end
Took too long to light up
Her name was mercy
Her tongue sweet and watchful
But her heartbeat had an affinity to gold
The sky is golden
But it was never her limit
She swiped and swaggered on
Limitless love for limitless bounties
She preferred to fly
Burn her wings and virtues in the course
And now deep in the hollow corridors of my heart
I hear her footsteps, walking and panting
The echo of her calls and breathe so faint
Once a goddess, now damned by God!
William Okello Kadima is a final year marketing student at Strathmore university Kenya.