This book of poems demands that every poem be read aloud. Piece by piece, with emotion and care. Stress and emphasis. Perhaps that is the reason for the name “Inflections”.
The word ‘Inflections’ refers to stress, rhythm, intonation, pitch, emphasis, or modulation. However, whilst reading the book one gets the sense that the poems are the reflections of a man who is passionate and longs to see social justice in his city, a sense of community and belonging. Love and thought.
In the poem My Streets, the poet relishes in the thought that although the sound of gunshots is nigh, or thuggery reigns in his city, the city remains to be his:
The road to school is filled with filth
Smog from rickety, rusty matatus
I see the neighbourhood thug lurking
At the corner I will soon come to
My tummy rumbles, my throat aches like though in anticipation
Ohh fate, why you laugh at me?
In the dead of the night, the thugs roam
Gunshots, with blink of the owl’s eye
The lights flicker as though in a dance
In a symphony of pair and despair
Tonight too, my homework lies unattended
Ohh life why you mock me so?
Indeed, these are my streets
The poems, however, are not just about social justice and community. The book hosts poems of love and romance. Admiration of beauty and longing to be held:
You Remind me
You remind of plum
Curvaceous like a bottle
Warm like a blanket
Firm like a rock
I want to wrap my arms around you
Play like a harp
Make music with you
Write odes of you
The book being one of the author’s first collection, makes for a good read. The book is available on Amazon and Kindle at an affordable price. Source it. Read it and share your thoughts with us…