St. Georges Poetry Club

By Abigael Jepng’etich F1 East When I go to school, knowledge to acquire They say, girls were born for marriage When at home I stay, afraid of books they say. Please, please, teach me how to be a girl. When I walk with a boy sharing ideas A boyfriend, they say, she’s so swayed A girl friend they say, she’s my master planner.  Please, please, teach me how to be a girl.  A little weight gain, whispers of pregnancy they share A little weight loss, HIV positive oh! They whisper When I speak my mind candidly, oh! She’s a rebel. Please, please, teach me how to be a girl. In my long dress, they mock, ‘grandma dress!’ In my short dress, they lament of flat hips. In silence, ‘bad moods.’ Beware, those lips. Please, please, teach me how to be a girl. Can’t I be free, to just be? Can’t I be allowed to shape my future? I am still young in body, mind and soul. Please, please, allow me to grow in peace. Wisdom in action!    

By Julia Nyambura Gutu My school, the school I love. Raising my voice, I will boldly claim St. Georges, I am proud of your name. From you, I will disappoint the prophets of doom. Whose utterances are filled with gloom. No school stands taller than St. Georges.   My school, where everything in you is perfect The food is sweet, never mind the kitchen heat   The environment’s serene, with a splendor effect, Whose manicured lawns are smoothly pleasant to the eyes. No school stands taller than St. Georges. JOIN THE CLUB!