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Sacred Shame
(Poetry)
15-04-2008
by Remish Gasiano
Will you help me to get out of this Sacred Shame?
Will you not ridicule me in the name of religion?
Will you not treat the devil and I the same?
Or make me an alien in my own region?
This shame that one like me should not suffer from my...
3 Golden Rules to Failure
(Opinions)
11-04-2008
by Remish Gasiano
There is too much in writing and in speech about success, how to succeed, 100 ways to success, success this, success that. But what about failure, for I know that most people are friends more with failure than with success; yet they do not know...
Africa's Independence?
(Poetry)
11-11-2008
by Remish Gasiano
Independence in Africa?
Oh spare me, son of my mother.
What independence is there to talk about
When budgets made and money spent are engineered by the donors?
What good is political independence when economical emancipation is still a myth?...
The Aging Young
(Poetry)
7-04-2008
by Remish Gasiano
It is 11:59 AM.
A man is fighting for his life on the sick bed
His cancer has eaten all the strength in him.
A woman is raped and strangled
by unknown youths
A baby girl is born in the village
From a once barren woman.
Life held on to...
The Little Dash
(Opinions)
30-03-2008
by Remish Gasiano
We were at the burial of our beloved friend and brother who died of AIDS-related illnesses. He was the third person we were burying in just one month. Everyone knew how intelligent he was. And his talent in Soccer was an open secret. He was just...
The Virgin Prostitute
(Poetry)
8-04-2008
by Remish Gasiano
Cry foul, Oh you who sit in the shed,
By the roadside in the day time,
And watch them pass, covered in shame,
All running to have a piece of her
To pound her virgin bosom
Till she feels the pain.
They invite their friends into her inner...
When Life Loses Meaning
(Poetry)
31-03-2008
by Remish Gasiano
In the middle of the day the sun sets
the rains are halted
The second hand no longer ticks.
As the head tries to think
It is thrown in the abyss of the now.
What seemed like today is yesterday,
and today itself seems so unreal.
Scared to...
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