By Abdul Shaban What if the hand would fall for the leg, Get married and bear children, Regardless of the looks, the number of toes or fingers, How would life have been? Rivers ain’t flowing from the same source anymore, No romance without finance, Good looks go with a sense of humour, If […]
(Photo Courtesy of Dreamstime.com) By Abdul Shaban Ears lament at the screams of corrupt voices That emerge from closed doors of political offices Culture is devoured like those nailed on crosses The system mourns like sufferers of many loses Skirts descend to the ground like defeated forces Women are ploughed like gardens by their
(Picha kwa hisani ya Dreamstime.com) {Limetungwa na Abdul Shaban} Uzima na afya tele, zitue kwako we mama, Ninakupenda milele, sikuchukii daima, Mazuri yakutawale, na upate mwisho mwema, Nakuita jina mama, kwa upendo na bashasha. Leo nimeketi chini, kukutungia shairi, Macho kwako hayaoni, isipokuwa ni kheri, Haunikifu moyoni, kila siku u mzuri, Nakuita
(Photo Courtesy of Henry Center) {By Abdul Shaban} There blossom a flower of peace Here falls a kingdom to pieces A child doesn’t care to say please Doctors leaves patients to bleed In the sky appears the red moon Everyone is not a friend but a goon The birds changed their tune It
[Photo courtesy of Tinted Black Roses] By Abdul Shaban [abdoolmtyro@gmail.com] Even at my darkest I still bloom, At my lowest at my doom. A lilly from the valleys, A lone soul without allies. I watch my shadow with delight, Staring down from the height. With happiness my face ignites, Am not a bunch,
NA ABDUL SHABAN {abdoolmtyro@gmail.com} Shahari ya Ramadhani, inatubishia hodi, inataka kuandama, Inayo ziso kifani, fadhila, sada na sudi, pamoya na takirima, Basi tuipokeeni, na huku zetu fuadi, zashasha na kuterema, Ni mwezi ulo na shani, ameamuru Wadudi, ufungwe wote mzima, Ni faradhi tufungeni, kufunga hatuna budi, sisi tulo isilama, Ikiwa tu waumini, wa kweli kwake
