Category: storytime

  • Leave the Door Open by Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya

    Leave the Door Open by Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya

    She walked in, shoulders high,A single woman in a room full of power,She took her seat, spoke her mind,But something inside whispered, go further. Taking up space is just the start,But what’s the point if you stand alone?If no other woman follows behind,Then the battle is only half-won. She climbed the ladder, rank by rank,Fought…

  • START ALL OVER AGAIN by walking shadow poetry Kenya

    START ALL OVER AGAIN by walking shadow poetry Kenya

    I should have walked away, but I stayed too long,Held on to echoes of a broken song.I spoke when silence was my friend,But my words; oh, they didn’t mend. I’ve stayed in places I should have left,Clinging to memories, feeling bereft.Restless nights, mind in a spin,Fighting battles, I never stepped in. Ever been there? Where…

  • Protecting Her Peace SPOKEN WORD by walking shadow poetry

    Protecting Her Peace SPOKEN WORD by walking shadow poetry

    She is fine being alone.Not lonely, not searching,just at peace in her own world,wrapped in the quiet that never betrays her. She doesn’t crave noise.She doesn’t need people hovering around,filling the air with empty words,acting like presence is the same as care. Because she’s learned,some people bring more chaos than comfort.Some walk in with sweet…

  • Struggles and possible solutions of Issues Facing Young People Today.

    Struggles and possible solutions of Issues Facing Young People Today.

    The challenges young people face today are diverse and multifaceted, often shaped by societal, economic, and technological factors. While individual experiences vary, some common struggles include: 1. Mental Health Issues 2. Economic Pressures 3. Career and Education Challenges 4. Social Media and Technology 5. Climate Change and Global Uncertainty 6. Identity and Self-Discovery 7. Relationships…

  • What You Carry Can Make You a Target | Spoken Word by walking shadow poetry.

    What You Carry Can Make You a Target | Spoken Word by walking shadow poetry.

    They say,“Stay in your lane,”“Don’t dream too big,”“Be humble, don’t shine too bright.”But what they really mean is this:Don’t make them uncomfortable. See, when you carry something rare,when your hands hold gold,when your mind births ideasthat the world has never told,you don’t just walk unseen.Instead, you become a target. Think about the creative; the one…

  • Winning the Battle Within Spoken Word by walking shadow.

    Winning the Battle Within Spoken Word by walking shadow.

    Before you fight the world,before you chase the crown,before you point fingers,telling the world, it’s holding you down…Fight yourself first. Fight the fear that keeps you stuck,the voice that whispers, “You’re not enough.”The one that tells you, “Stay in your lane,”when deep down, you were built to reign. See, fearit’s a cage with an open…

  • Grown, But Not Growing Spoken word by walking shadow.

    Grown, But Not Growing Spoken word by walking shadow.

    They say age is just a number,but I’ve seen toddlers in grown-up bodies,throwing tantrums in suits and heels,demanding respect they never give. I’ve seen old souls in young frames,silent in a room full of noise,watching, understanding, choosing peace,while those twice their age are out herefighting battles that ain’t even worth it. Maturity,it’s not the candles…

  • A Faithful Man, A Rare Breed by walking shadow poetry.

    A Faithful Man, A Rare Breed by walking shadow poetry.

    They say, all men cheat.Like it’s written in stone, like it’s a fact of life,Like loyalty is a language they just can’t speak. But pause. Breathe. Think.Is faithfulness a myth, or is it a choice?Because I’ve seen men stand firm when temptation whispers,I’ve seen men walk away when the easy road called.I’ve seen men love…

  • From Stumbles to Strength by walking shadow poetry.

    From Stumbles to Strength by walking shadow poetry.

    The mistakes I made?They weren’t just scars;They were lessons written in ink too deep to erase.In fact, they were chapters in a book I once wished to burn.But now, when I look back,I realize they were never meant to be erased. I thought I had to be perfect.I believed every step needed to be calculated.Every…