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Poets from all over the world are invited to submit their original poems to Mombasa poetry anthology 2016.These anthology is organized by the Kenyan society of poets and literary scholars. It is out of literary and cultural recognition of the historical fact that Mombasa and its environs is home man, it is an indisputable home to all types of people in all their capacities and stations. It is historically evident that, at least a European, an African, Asian, Indian, American, Australian or Chinese have a home in Mombasa. This has been the case from as early as 7 AD. When the Oman Arabs landed at the east African coast in the moon-son wind driven dhows.
This anthology will be published Kenya, as a print version latest by December 2016, under the title, ANTHEM OF HOPE.   The anthology will have a collection of 2000 poems, written in English, or written in any other language but accompanied with a translation to English, each poet is allowed to submit three poems, a poem must not exceed 500 words, all poems must be submitted as one document of MS word attachment, the font types to be used are times Romans, the size is 12. The poem can be in any style without having creativity of the poet being decimated by traditional literary canonicity, but as long as the poem will be addressing and not limited to the following themes in relation to Mombasa;
1) Mombasa city, other towns Around Mombasa like Kisumayu, Lamu, Kibino,Hola, Mpeketon, Bamburi, Malindi, Watamu, Gede, Matsangoni, kilifi, Vipingo, Takaungu, Mtwapa, Shimo la tewa, Bamburi, Likoni,ukunda,wa,msambweni,lunga Lunga,Vanga , Shimoni, Tanga,msofala, Dar salam and Zanzibar, as well as Mariakani and Voi,taita,taveta and Arusha,
2) Mombasa people, The miji-kenda,arabs,European, bajuni, Indians, and any other in relation to Mombasa
3) Mombasa features like the Indian ocean, likon ferry, fort jesus,beaches,vasco da Gama pillar, nyali bridge,Makupa cause way and any other feature,
4) Mombasa populations; Christians, muslim,LGBTI,drug addicts, the deaf, blind, scrotal elephantiasis victims,dwarfs,jinis and any other in realtion to Mombasa,
5) Mombasa fauna and flora, kilifi trees, mango trees, palm wine tree, crow birds, cats, flies, vultures,snakes,pythons Mombasa
6) Mombasa cultures,womenfolk,weddings, music, donkey-games, stick-games and any other in relation to Mombasa,
7) Mombasa city dynamics, hustles,bustles,Al-shabab, job seeking, youths and behaviour and any other theme ,
8 ) Overall themes to be addressed under the Mombasa city context are; Indian ocean and poetry, family, human rights, climate change, security , poverty, pollution, globalization,migration,corruption,cosmopolitanism,culture,langua­ge,war,refuges,natural resources and any other them pertinent to Mombasa
******, racist, prejudicial or any hate perpetrating poems will not be published, For the poets that will have their poems published there will be a ceremony of spoken word and poetry reading from the published poems in early December  2016 ( exact date will be communicated) on the white sands beach at Sarova hotel.
The last day for submission of your poems is July 31st 2016, the notification about your poem being accepted and yet to be published is 31st august 2016.
Submit your poems along with a bio note of not more than 500 words to the email [email protected], along with a serial number and a scanned copy of the slip for payment of the handling fees of Kenya shillings 500 or 5 US dollars for the three poems. The account to pay in is Standard Chartered Bank (Kenya) account number; 0100310788200 the swift code is; SCBLKENX and bank code is 02
Five winning poets will be prized in the following order; the first poet will win 5000 US dollars, second poet will win 4000 US dollars, the third will win 3000 US dollars, 2000 US dollars, and lastly 1000 US dollars.
Each published poet will get two copies of the anthology free of charge. Further questions for clarification about the Mombasa Poetry anthology can be emailed [email protected]
Adero Barasa Jun 2019
She pulled her chair close to the bedroom window
This time she did not see the beautiful red roses in the lawn
Neither the shiny dew from the eastern golden sun
Her day was gloomy, mistier than Limuru’s fog
The birds’ twits were as noisy and messy as her Twitter
She had virtually nowhere to turn to
Her face could not tolerate the embarrassment on Facebook
Her instinct made her avoid Instagram like the plague
She was on the spotlight, yet her heart was dark
The lacuna of her being
And the confusion of her personality was eminent
For a week she cried and ate nothing
Drinking water to keep her eyes wet and allow herself to cry more
The world was bitter; the embarrassment was unbearable
She went through her contact
Out of the two hundred contacts, she saw no one worthy of talking to
Her WhatsApp status received an average of one-twenty views
This used to fascinate her, but this moment it did not
The statuses were full of memes, inspirations, and bitter statements
Most were also seeking online justification
With tears dry, she went back to her bed and took a bible
She stared at it for a while before closing it
She also tried to sing along the midi of her hymnal app
However, life oomph, enthusiasm, passion had vanished
The mustard hope was almost decaying,
Crying and sleeping were the only active verbs
While at the verge of collapse, her status read
Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus; Tomorrow will never be mine!
As usual, I scan through my WhatsApp statuses
But this got my attention because I love hymns
Unbelievably, I sang and replied to her status
One day at a time! Which she only responded with smiley emoji
I cared less and proceeded to twitter- my favorite app
Days went by; the active virtual user turned dormant
Nobody bothered to ask why,
Her wet eyes were now dry, crimson red
Her smooth skin was now pale,
Her beautiful dimples had almost disappeared
She could not believe that the man she loved,
Could play with her emotion in-front of the camera.
That fateful day she had put on her fitting pink, khaki pants,
White top with pinkish flowers and striped jacket
Off she went to Sarova Stanley Hotel where she was to meet him
Unlike before, this time he came half an hour late
After meals and pleasantries, he was on his knee
'Will you marry me?' he asked with a red ring box in his hand
Yes! She said blushing as the flashing got intense
He opened the box, lo and behold, 'twas empty
I was joking; he said while smiling
He stood, went forth and kissed another lady
Who was sitting on the adjacent table
Shocked, embarrassed and angry, she stormed out
Since then she swore never to step out nor contact him.
Seemingly, he dared not to phone or checked out on her
Her house was her new cell,
Though the caged bird sing, she was mute
Her gregarious personality faded as she longed for the worse
The date attires were still laying on the poorly spread bed
She went to the bathroom mirror and looked at her miserable self
She was a perfect embodiment of depression and sedentary lifestyle
Death where is thy sting- she hissed and smiled.
But this was a new day, a day that promised rejuvenation
After cleaning herself and refreshing her body-with water
She wore a red dress, applied a dark red lipstick
Which excellently marched her skin tone
The stencil drawing on the eyebrow was neatly done
Her black heels perfectly fitted her heels
She looked at the mirror again and smiled
And whispered, goodbye my dear friend
She stepped out of the self-imposed cell with a little optimism
Looking for those people she perceived as friends
She chose to visit her former classmate
Unlike other days where she could cry and sleep
And wake up, and cry, and drink water and sleep again
She looked happy, she smiled and laughed at the slightest provocation
They talked, and slandered, and laughed and ate
She never mentioned her boyfriend
And evaded any discussion that would make her remember it
Since it was a long time since they saw each other- physically
She decided to accompany her classmate to catch up with her colleagues
In the company of other acquaintances, she took wine
A ****** experience for the ******
After a moment of absent-minded conversation, she excused herself
When the time came for them to leave she was nowhere to be seen
Her phone was on but seemingly deserted
They grew impatient and desperate
No iota of her whereabouts was known
Not even the security within the premise could locate her
Her friend decided to text her through WhatsApp
Her' last seen' was just a few minutes ago
Her status read:
Somethings are too heavy to feel
They don’t let you breath
Neither do they let you forget
Your heart may be crying in pain
Beg for forgiveness, genuine love and care
But no matter how hard you try
They slowly eat you alive.
The status was concluded with smiley emoji
After searching for forty-five minutes
They gave up and drove home
Arguing that she was a grown up and could trace her way back
Hours later during the prime-time news
They were astonished when they saw the place they were broadcasted
The headline was 'suicide in the tub.'
People die in silence. they lack trusted friends to share their innermost feeling. In the contemporary world, emotional intelligence is key in enhnacing cognitive wellbeing of people.
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
This is the perfect composer for Google.
A thin woman was like a wet runner. This
is the man from Brazil. The cells that you
play with your friends, daughters,            prostitutes
and girls, sisters and sisters in the world.
When I sit down, I'm not sure what I drink.
"If you're a double American champion,
if you're an American, you can use it,   the
Google story, I'm not sure what I'm not
sure about." "Are you by Google, you will
be there in all the colors of cinnamon,
the soul of the girl will be destroyed
in the United States in the Dutchman's car,
the pool and the parents of the swan's
brain, head and Gamma with a girl,
a member of his father, is a great composer
of Google, prostitution in oral reports,
the first time in history, this is a dream
of Brazil, playing with his friends
in "smart people, prostitutes
and people,   and Your sister, *****.
You have been mistreated in many
ways when I am not sure what I was
sitting on,                                     it is not a song
for a small cable.
"If you look at Google,      they will
learn to walk, there is no escape,                     they remain in this,
like the gang that plays with the race,
Barbie Bag
and Sarovaran Babe Bag's Bag".   In addition,
other spices, users. This is a Brazilian dream:         "I'm not sure,
I'm not sure, I'm not sure", American
champion
Dover, employed hero William Dinit Street Day,
girl and sister if Google learns to go.                     "United States,
the front wall, the Barbie bag
and the Sarovaran
team parents and other spices, users of the earth,
leave their brain at the bottom of the screen,   this is the perfect songwriter
                 for Google's friends"                                      If you are a pioneer
in doubles, if Google can learn to work
with avant-garde on the wall,    wise bearded Saravaren
had other characteristics,        jobs and users of the land.  
"This is a story
                                                                ­                                   about
              the slim ******* on Google Stree ...
Tell me, a little boy and his sister ... Google,
learn how to get Americans,  Dutch walkers,
parents and parents., William Day, Finite
Street, writer. of a girl and a sister, 
is not learning how to get there, the bag Baby,
his team and his parents Sarova.   In addition,
other spices, the land users Gossip;
this is a Brazilian dream of the Play room's
friends, friends and friends face shredded
and bright students When I sit on the street,
I do not know why I do it Ah, I also like
to say. "An open dialogue, telling people
about Eck that Google has won is not
a song. "The American captain of Dover,
an employee of the Ottoman hero William
Dinit, some violence and a sister;
If you google you will learn how to get to America,
vanguard, crew, hijira and sister Barbie
and sarovaran.Also,     other users of the land spice,
a former **** star who hits the *******
and bells, inform the thugs, is the perfect composer
for Google,     a thin woman was so fluid
in Brazil, her daughters, her children and their dogs,
sisters and sisters in the world, When I feel,
I'm not sure what drink, that the doubles champion
of America if the US, can use it,      Google history,
I'm not sure what I'm not sure, I'm sure
"you're on Google,  you'll be there in all the colors
of cinnamon, fishing in a circus,                              the soul of the child
will be destroyed in the United States,
Dutch cars, a pool table and the beautiful
swan points. Go and cut her face with
a girl, entangled is a great composer
of Google, the mouth of prostitution,                        apparently
the first time in history,                                              is a Brazilian dream,
play with your friends in your                                   "room, smart people,
people and their sister, the ***** abuses
in many ways when I'm not sure how I sat,
it's not a song for a little cable.                                  "If you look
at Google, you will learn to walk,
there is no escape, in this, while the gang plays race,
Barbie bag and Sarovaran's Babe bag
Ba-be bag "On the other hand, other spices,              Brazilian users;
This is a dream .." Of course, I'm not sure,
I'm not sure ", the American Champion Dover,
the hero of the workers William Dinit Street
Day, the girl and her sister, if Google,                       you learn to go ".
The United States, the front wall,  
the crew of the parents Barbie
Bag and Sarovaran and other spices,
is the perfect composer of Google.
A thin woman was like a wet runner.
This is the man from Brazil.                                                     In the cells,
you play with your friends daughters,
prostitutes and *******,            sisters
and sisters in the world. When I sit,
I'm not sure what I want to drink "If
you're a double American champion,
                                                                ­                  if you're an American,
                                                                ­             you can use it on the web.

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