Nancy Ilamwenya

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Nancy Ilamwenya Biography

I was born in one of the remotest part of Kenya, Kapenguria. My father was a high school teacher who introduced me to reading quite early in life, remember reading the adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.This served to add to my writing creativity, which was appreciated by every one.I was the editor of journalism club in my high school. I later did literature the the university.)

The Best Poem Of Nancy Ilamwenya

Blood Birth

Drive a needle through my eyes; I do not want to see,
Break my eardrums; I do not want to hear,
Cut my tongue, I do not want to speak,
Burn my skin; I do not want to feel,
A spirit stranded,
Stranded in a living dead body
Bashing itself on bloody dry bones,
Crying out for a freedom,
“Let me go, I pray, let me go.
Do not leave me here alone.
The cold is burning,
The silence is deafening
The loneliness is engaging,
And the darkness of death is lightened
Am walking towards the light.”
What to do?
Blood birth
It is raining blood,
Hands outstretched in submission, knees drenched in the bath,
Face looking up to the gods, savoring the saltiness of the red liquid,
Thoughts whirling in bloody visions, of bleeding fingers and mouths and noses and eyes.
Of bleeding humanity, a humanity gasping for dear breath, running out of dear blood,
Ripped off its sanctified garment, adorned in a bloody irredeemable dishonor.
Struggling to hide its nakedness, in view of ravenous gawks.
And she is still submerged in the blood birth, trying to reach for dry land.

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