Guys, I Can’t Afford To Be A Poet.

Laura Ekumbo:

There are things that I struggle to articulate. But there are so many wonderful human beings who don’t. I’m relatively knew to performance poetry and spoken word, but there are things that keep being brought to my attention the more I indulge in sharing my passion. These are some of the thoughts that I’ve been battling with, and I am grateful for wonderful human beings like Raya Wambui, for putting into words what I haven’t found the clarity or maturity of experience to do myself.

Originally posted on Raya Wambui:

As a child, at an age six I stopped finding the phrase;

“Your a poet and you didn’t even know it”


Because, I did know.

Until Twenty Three, I thought it would only be,

Only in writing.

Then, I did my rounds, sometimes ten in a month.

Dues must be paid, when you work with your mouth.

My day job also requires investment.

Running a business in its teenage years,

Doesn’t pair well with expensive hobbies,

Or weekends of beers.

Unfortunately the “This is a new event”

Line, cares little for whether I arrive home fine.

In this world, a girl my age, in her right mind,

Doesn’t travel alone past a certain time.

But the passion that burns my insides,

Won’t allow me to say “No.” Even when

You wouldn’t give me a comp or two,

To ensure I’m accompanied on my home route..

Makes me wonder; If I don’t make it…

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In my life, as in everyone else’s I assume, I’m constantly trying to negotiate balance between external and internal, the world and self. When you realise something new about the world and accept an idea you previously weren’t invested in, you start to change. The way you speak starts to differ, and subsequently your decisions and actions that follow mold a different you, and the balance shifts. Continue reading


Me, my home.

This past Saturday April 4th the Africa Student Union in Fredericton held an event  – Africa Night – that seeks to celebrate and educate the community on Africa. To say the past few days have been difficult being away from home, and my family, would be an understatement. Having an opportunity to be with so many people from my continent to celebrate it’s beauty, was a tremendous blessing. Sharing a moment of silence for all the lost souls, and singing the national anthem was a gift God granted me in that place where I found comfort in the crowds companionship.

I had written a spoken word piece last month specifically for this event, and I got to perform it for the audience. I wanted to share these words in this space as well. Continue reading


Can we get it right?

It’s no secret that the world is flawed. There are countless problems, both systemically and individually (and lets not get into how the system is created by individuals, lets assume the distinction as clear cut). Countless philosophers have debated and come to conclusions that seem like appropriate ones to be made about the world we live in, and what makes it the way it is, and for all that they saw, they might be. Continue reading