24 Thursday Dec 2020
Posted in African Women Writers, Events
Dear lovely friends, it has been a tough year all in all, with the pandemic raging everywhere. But God is good and He continues to be Sovereign. Glory be to His name. I pray the holidays find you well and keep you safe.
May the peace and joy of the Season reign in your homes, even as we usher in 2021.
Merry Christmas to you all and a Prosperous and Safe New year. Thank you so much for being part of my blogging journey. We are family now! 🙂
06 Friday Nov 2020
Posted in African Women Writers, Afriku, Challenges, Events, Haiku, Haiku My Heart, Micropoetry, Non-Fiction, Poetry
12 Thursday Mar 2020
Posted in Guests, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Religion
My son Cedric penned this poem and I just had to post it here.
Miracle
Is my life ending?
I lie on my bed
My mind in turmoil
I try to the best of my ability
But I still can’t shake off this feeling
That something can go wrong
If only I can turn back the wheels of time
I will make it right
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I do not go through this alone
Many others feel the same anxiety
Only I am a little less apprehensive
Because there is a sliver of light penetrating this darkness
Believing in the Divine Being that keeps me moving
Believing that a miracle will come my way
The day of reckoning has come upon me
Cedric Nudanu – 12/03/2020
19 Friday Oct 2018
Posted in African Women Writers, Challenges, Cherita, Haiku My Heart, Micropoetry, Poetry
(linked to Recuerda Mi Corazon.)
Bead Earrings
with a naughty wink
he completes Â
my joy Â
a mom’s pride
soars on his gift
of bright beads earrings
(an old poem that I re-wrote into cherita. Please if you love this, and it touches your heart, you may want to buy a copy of my book of cherita on Amazon, links below. I would please love a review. Thank you. 🙂)
© Celestine Nudanu 19/10/2018 Â
Amazon
08 Friday Dec 2017
Posted in African Women Writers, Afriku, Challenges, Haiku, Haiku My Heart, Micropoetry, Nature, Poetry
(linked to Recuerda Mi Corazon.)
Tales
by the fireside
my grandmother stirs the night
with tales
Failed Haiku November 2017
© Celestine Nudanu 08/12/17 ÂLinks for Haiku Rhapsodies:
22 Wednesday Nov 2017
Posted in Africa Reading Challenge, Challenges, Micropoetry, Poetry, Romance
Today, Rajani wants us to try the Ghazal, a lyrical, challenging and utterly beautiful when it comes out right. The repeating end word and rhyming word of each couplet define the cadence of the ghazal and direct its mood. (The rhyming word appears twice in the first couplet) Originally an Arabic verse form dealing with loss and romantic love, medieval Persian poets embraced the ghazal, eventually making it their own. Consisting of syntactically and grammatically complete couplets, the form also has an intricate rhyme scheme. Well, it is a challenge right?
Morning
how serene you are this morning
your talc permeates my morning
your laughter-dimpled cheeks deflate
its contents to darken my dream morning
but I drink in your song
bidding me good night in the morning
how serene you look this morning of death
your pain my sorrow morning
my baby, my love, sing me your song of release
andante, andante, to wake up my morning
(Well, I tried. 🙂 )
© Celestine Nudanu 22/11/17 ÂLinks for Haiku Rhapsodies:
06 Friday Oct 2017
Posted in African Women Writers, Afriku, Challenges, Haiku, Haiku My Heart, Micropoetry, Poetry
(linked to Recuerda Mi Corazon.)
Communal love
communal love
I sip a bowl of soup
with the moon
Failed Haiku ( A Journal of English Senryu – October 2017)
11 Friday Dec 2015
Posted in Afriku, Carpe Diem, Challenges, Choka, Haiku, Poetry
Tags
Africa, Christian charity, Christmas, Family, Giving, injustice, MP, Politics, Poverty, relationship, wealth
Done for for Carpe Diem, (Georgia’s Special 2nd Days of Christmas – Choka) and for Haiku My Heart.
Days of Christmas
5-7 5-7 5-7 5-7-7
 image of my child
salivates at nothingness
this drives me crazy
 to put more energy in
fanning the fire
that will cook only water
to bathe off the grime
from scavenging on the heap
 behind the MP’s mansion
it is Christmas eve
 I can hear the chiming bells
Armageddon Church
last year the priest fed the kids
and winked at my girl
It is a no go this year
church charity stinks
but dare I reserve some pride
charity has lots of face
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the Harmattan breeze
biting, burned and cracked my skin
charcoal a fiery red
The water now at a boil
waiting for the kids
to return to nothingness
now, what will they bring?
Freshly baked cakes, brown as earth,
bottles of coca-cola
with no expiry date or
stale crackers from yesteryear
moldy leg of a chicken
dry as the hag I’ve become?
Or my brand of emptiness?
4
Mama! There she is
dark skin glowing, defying
the harsh Harmattan
mockery of perfect skins.
her teeth flashed in smile
I swear the gleam in her eyes
made the Christmas lights
in the MP’s mansion pale.
now, she is me all over
(envoy or tanka)
she raise tiny hands
then I see the envelope!
ah, Harmattan breeze
her long tresses billowing
my husband’s gift waves at me
25 Tuesday Aug 2015
Posted in Afriku, Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
Done for Carpe Diem. Inspired by modern times haiku Poet Jerry Kilbride (1930-2005) A biography of his life can be found here. Â “Bulletin”of the Californian State Library Foundation (Number 84 – 2006 pages 17-22)Â
still in the taste of
afternoon tea…..
my grandmother’s brogue
© Jerry Kilbride
Medicine
still in the taste of
medicine
grandma’s chicken soup
21 Thursday Aug 2014
Anytime I read posts where bloggers question the purpose of what they do I just smile and shake my head not really getting what they mean. I guess I’ve been hit too. Apart from the fact that I’m much more busy at work, I find that there’s little joy in what I’m doing on the blog these days. Please do not get me wrong, I get excited when my work is praised and I do try to make time to visit, comment and appreciate or like posts from bloggers. But is that all there is to it? Am I missing something? Am I doing it right? I’m afraid I’m loosing it all.
Maybe I need a break. I don’t know. My well-meaning blogger friends have been urging me to publish, poems or stories. Whatever! Even as my first draft of my work-in-progress is nearing completion, I still am not excited. I’ve done quite a number of book reviews both on my bog and on amazon upon request. But I ask ‘who will be interested in this jazz?’ (as we say here).
I know I ought to break and take time off the blogosphere to re-charge. If I had enough money I would just pack my bags and head off alone to a luxurious hotel here, or maybe outside, for about one month and chill. I will remain incommunicado for the whole period. 🙂 Alas! So my dear friends, pardon me if I don’t visit your blogs as often as I should.
On the brighter side, my aunt who lives with her husband in Kenya visited home this month. She wants to set up a business over here, selling Kenyan jewellery and accessories. I think it’s a great idea since we’ve been hooked on authentic African stuff for some time now as a people. I believe it’s all part of the ‘sankofa‘ or ‘go back and take’ or ‘go back to your roots‘ rediscovery agenda. 🙂
According to my aunt Veronica, I could check the internet for authentic Kenyan custom jewelry for verification. Apparently they are in high demand even here. People post free ads in Kenya all the time so this should not be a problem. . Now she wants me to help her with this since she believes I might have some connections (erroneously I might add) but who wants to burst her bubble? I will do the best I can when she is ready. There’s some excitement bubbling in me at the thought of this fine venture and my expectations.
