By Shem Onderi Inside me live sentimentsthat never ripen into speech.No voice rests;no easy moments settle in the heart.They refuse to speak out,unwilling to mature to fruition,yet they brood—each with its own unrest. Every voice demands attention,clashing into a storm.Each carries its own burdens.The house fills with echoes,each corner, each roomshaping its own strange tongue. […]

By Shem Onderi Conductor — the van is never full!You handle the cash, the crowd, the call.Every rider meets your gaze,You usher them in, then out —Be it hard notes, soft bills, or clinking coin,You touch too much, yet take home too little.This bus is your daily business,Your wage rides on every fare. You run […]