Do not write a poem after this Oj’bi

The walls have the slander ‘s ears. And her slanderous tongues were left with men.


Do not write a poem after this Oj’bi, I beg,
Oj’bi I beg, do not write a poem after this;
These words I say are only for your ears to sip.
Never trust a person who spells gonorrhea right on the first attempt. Continue reading “Do not write a poem after this Oj’bi”

Waking the Dead

Wake up from your grave and see for
Yourself my darling.
News has it that the other three
women are coming.

Daudi my husband,
Is it true that when you died –
you left five pregnant women behind?
Please wake up from your grave
and see for yourself….
Continue reading “Waking the Dead”

Heartbreaker’s diary

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
– Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

When she strips her soul naked in my presence,
I cringe.
Silly woman!
Continue reading “Heartbreaker’s diary”


…and maybe you expected too much boy. But for Broken Dreams, the cure is dream again and again. – Kenyanito Wendo, Letters Unsent.

Oh boy! look what you’ve done to yourself. Perished dreams on your heart’s shelves; Parents’ expectations and society’s interference are the reasons for your dream’s disappearance. I know, a lot did they annoy but why did you let them snatch your joy?! Continue reading “OH BOY!”

Absolutely Nothing

“You can never know how empty you are until your brain and heart are rendered barren.” – Kenyanito Wendo, Letters Unsent.

I once wanted to write a poem of ‘love and hate
Because they were my thoughts
And that was what it was about
My heart formed the words,
So clear true and concise:
But when I put it to thought
My brain shied out of pity. Continue reading “Absolutely Nothing”

A herdsboy’s life

He diligently labors, hourly chores to meet. Whether soaked in the rain or drenched in mud, the herdsboy works hard to bring his master’s milk on the table. But I know he knows that he has a greater reward.

4 o’clock,
He droops along, boots wading
in the downpours’ pools,
slides, falls, but rises again;
Hourly chores to meet. Continue reading “A herdsboy’s life”


The Letters Unsent could be perceived as a creative blog.

It’s rare, very rare to find great pieces on this planet today. So for a post I’d recommend one to read is this one from Letters Unsent. It’s a one to marvel since the poem just comes two days after the blog was created. What’s more could be in the ink?