Poetry

Articles are typed by staff and volunteers, and are edited lightly for clarity. Each piece reflects only the thoughts of the writer at the time, and do not necessarily reflect the beliefs of Daraja Academy.

Disability is not Inability

By Dorcus A. (Form 3) God created everyone in this world uniquely. Just because I am disabled in one way or another does not mean I am unable. My blindness will not hinder me from seeing my future. My lameness will not hinder me from walking to my destiny. I see. I talk. I

August 21st, 2019|Categories: Poetry, The Daraja Times|0 Comments

Who I Am

By Silvia M. (Form 3)  I am blue which represents calm, water, sky and love A heart that loves and cares about others Being joyous and spreading joy to others I am like a lioness that looks for food to feed her family Being so precious like a diamond that people have to

December 27th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, The Daraja Times|0 Comments

Unconditional Love

By Christine M. (Form 4) As the last child in my family I got closer to my dad and closer we became by heart, by soul, by mind. Did everything together just like twin cores Travelled together as far as we dared. But, there is a trip embalmed in my heart, never to

December 6th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, The Daraja Times|0 Comments

The #Real Me

By Juster (Form 2) I am purple: royal and wealthy with wisdom. I am bold and proud like a sunflower. My beautiful smile exposes my happiness to the world, not letting the world expose its smile to me. I am like water, making the people in this world survive by curing thirst. I

November 26th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, The Daraja Times|0 Comments

Its All About History

By Roselyn A. (Form 3)  My favorite subject is History Teaches me about government and the past Knowing legislative, executive and judicial It’s all about history Can you image you evolved from apes? Passing through all stages and becoming who you are I know you are surprised and it sounds funny But it’s all

November 8th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, The Daraja Times|0 Comments

A Girl’s Pain

By Nancy Cassia My fellow people I have seen wonders in reality Food Education and Clothing Is it why I was brought into this world? My mother is a drunkard My father is another one They keep on drinking until the last sip When they get changaa, welcome Local beer welcome And why not

October 24th, 2018|Categories: Poetry, The Daraja Times|0 Comments