Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza


Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza Poems

1. Malawi 2/21/2014
2. A Letter To My Late Friend 2/21/2014
3. I Don'T Care 2/21/2014
4. Some Stories 2/21/2014
5. Little Tree 6/9/2014
6. I Love Being With You 6/9/2014
7. The Unceasing Feeling 6/9/2014
8. Enough 6/2/2015
9. Lost Dream 4/5/2016
10. My Name 4/5/2016
11. If I Was To Sit Down With You Again 4/5/2016
12. What A Life 4/7/2016
13. I Am That Type 4/7/2016
14. We Can't Be That Far 4/13/2016
15. Save The World For The Future Generations 4/13/2016
16. Let's Get Them Married 4/13/2016
17. Passion 4/13/2016
18. As Hot As The Sun 4/13/2016
19. Chase Me 4/19/2016
20. I Waited 4/19/2016
21. My Home Land 4/20/2016
22. I Have Been Left Behind 4/20/2016
23. Hey 4/29/2016
24. Mother, May You Live Forever In My Life 5/3/2016
25. I Wanted To Call You 5/4/2016
26. True Love Is Colourful 5/4/2016
27. A Together 5/4/2016
28. The Beauty Of Silence 5/4/2016
29. Save Nature, Save People, Save The World 5/11/2016
30. Children Are Your Signatures 5/11/2016
31. When I Met You 5/11/2016
32. Blind Lovers 5/11/2016
33. 15 H's 5/11/2016
34. Thank You For Who I Am 5/16/2016
35. This Rare Moment 5/16/2016
36. Love 5/16/2016
37. The Sweetness Of Parenthood 5/16/2016
38. Like A Chef About To Cook 5/16/2016
39. Good Bye And Welcome 5/17/2016
40. Go Get Her 5/18/2016
Best Poem of Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza

Am Tired Of My Life

Am tired of my life
I want to live your life;

Am tired of living like a pest
Instead of constructing, damaging instead;

I no longer have the energy to live like a parasite
Benefiting from you and never returning the favor;

I don’t want to be like an orchard either,
It is nothing to gain from you but still remain small in my life;

Am done living like a dog
I am eager not going back to my old ways;

Am tired of being wherever there is rotten life or dead life
It feels bad to live like a vulture or a hyena, for that life is enjoyable for a...

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Life Anew

Eyes popping out of the sockets
They even feel the pains of the frictions of their bones
And yet daily, rest is denied to them by the wicked afflictions
Children grow up with begging as their métier
Adults look confident in front of their children in pretense, all is not well
In spite all this, the world sees it, little help though
Parents are trying, but live in their demure
A deadly disease has struck
One that only emerge and it’s an outbreak same time

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