typology, dexterity and insights
Dismas Okombo
On days when the candles are dim, and the darkness threatens to consume me, I write the merry in the gone moments.

A Poem A Day.

In the journey of poetry there are no rights, there are no wrongs. In the journey of poetry there are no rules. The heartbeat is the tune to dance to, and simply create....

Dismas Okombo
. 2 min read

DAY 30: I’m Awful at Goodbyes.

‘Goodbyes.’ I replied. The silence that followed conveyed a shared understanding. I glanced at them, their eyes emitted warmth and love, and a profound longing for things to stay just the same. ‘I am awful at goodbyes. Tomorrow I will be gone before dawn. See you later buddies.’...

Dismas Okombo
. 2 min read

DAY 29: Addicted.

Today let’s address the last skeleton in the closet. When I started the writing challenge, a casual proposal from my friend Eunniah, it never crossed my mind that it would be the road to freedom. Today let’s remove the last nail from the coffin....

Dismas Okombo
. 3 min read

DAY 28: In One Picture.

Loud shriek in a frightened voice, barely recognizable to me, escaped my throat. I lost my stability and scrambled to the ground. Then the reality that someone had attacked me dawned on me. I lurched back to my feet. A rock in both hands....

Dismas Okombo
. 3 min read

DAY 27: Caught in The Storm.

I strove with all my might to attain the top agility, but I never moved. Irritation gathered in my heart, mixed with fear and anxiousness, and I became helpless. Suspended in the nightmare, waiting for the lighting to strike....

Dismas Okombo
. 1 min read

DAY 26: On Religion.

If I go to church and remain obedient to the faith of my up bringing, because it is what the society expects, because while growing up I was branded a ‘good kid’ when I did so. How different would I be from a domesticated animal?...

Dismas Okombo
. 4 min read