Shadrack Serem

Shadrack Serem

*I love technology *Can chant a few Reggae rhymes *Believes in Open Source Freedom *A poet *I enjoy works of art

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It is not a contrasting white on black or vice versa It is not the achromatic absence of light Neither is it a glaring visual void of hue It is the neutral spectrum that sets a captivating mood The essence of a remarkable spirit very alluring   An absence of color reveals a continuum An appealing visual presentation The calmness is utmost aesthetic The skin tone just right in grayscale The depth in the portrait is infinite   Script & Rhyme By Shedyk...
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There she sits. Legs crossed. The heels on her feet fit. A Long jacket accentuates her curves. Matching her short skirt. A fine pair of legs showing. She is texting away. Her facials betraying alot. More than the emoticons she's taping on. She seems unbothered by time. Nor do her surrounding matter. All is well but for her calls going unanswered. Her order gets served. A plate of chips and soda. Its my turn to order. Script n Rhyme by (c) Shedyk 2015 ...
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Everyone is in a rush School kids all over the place 'Is it monday?' Yelling touts and passengers scurrying off  make up the rest of the bustle.   Two, three steps into the hustle, A whiff of Omena tickles my nostrils, 'Mama mboga is late today' I think to myself.   Suddenly interrupted by a strong smell of detergents Lightly coated with a tinge of urine. Cleaning going on at the Ekotoilet.   Further into the jungle of metal shacks on motor and wheels, Amidst calls for 'wanyee kabiria hamsini'. Which suddenly changes to 'mlolongo mlolongo gari ya haraka', and then another jumbled phrase I can not recall.   Ahead a sign board says 'Railways museum' I exit to the left.  It promptly goes quiet....
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A deck of cards, Chicken soup and bread, Hip-hop beats from the album Nirvana.   A gang of friends, A crazy conductor playing six pianos, Laughter cutting across the room.   It was bound to be a short night, As sleep vacated our buzzing minds, Against an onslaught of animated chitchat.   Every sentence come out unmeasured, Each word lingering a midst eager faces, All seemingly synced to one verbal discourse.   Each noun an ounce heavier than usual, From horror series to poetry and back to movies, From harps to violins and back to music.   From power plays to love and back to philosophy, From critique to phishing and back to coffee dates Drifting off-topic, back and everything in between.   The night quickly weaned off unnoticed, Giving way to the wee hours of the morning, And the sun rose to a never ending converse.   Script n Rhyme...
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