Death’s Face by Njeri Wangari


I have looked at death’s face,

Its lifeless eyes looking at nothingness,

Its hand soft like a child’s

Yet with folds and veins

That bear witness to life at its last.

I have heard death speak,

Its shrill voice

 losing its thought.

The words crying out yet,

Still carrying hope

Like a drop of water

Seeking survival in a desert


I am alright,

Do not cry for me,

I am alright

I see the peace I will feel.


I have felt death around me,

Next to me,

Staring back at me,

Talking to me,

I have felt its cold

Yet warm presence lingering

Like a sweet aroma

Pulling her

Njeri wa Gikaru

Cucu, my grandmother

I sat there

A warm wet feeling on my cheeks

As death’s eyes stared back at me

With the same hollowness.


Njeri Wangari

10th June 2011

Njeri Wangare is a multi talented Kenyan poet and performer, IT specialist and arts blogger whose collection of poetry was recently published under the title ‘Mines & Mind Fields; My Spoken Words’.  Find more of her works from her blog

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