By: Andrea Myinga.

Where to look at,
When the stars are dimming,
And the sky isn’t appealing.
Where to hide a face,
When bones of courage are broken,
And shame is chasing back.
Where to find a trust,
When friends have vanished with it,
And heartache melt down cheeks.
Where to cling on again,
When even beds we sleep on,
They are slippery to hold someone.
Where to write our stories,
When are not supposed to be retold.

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Andrea Myinga dedicates part of his time to writing poems for the celebration of his talent. He is using poetic language in its richness to express his thoughts, feelings and understanding of his immediate and remote environment. His writings are a mixture of imaginations and concrete ideas, blended together producing a peculiar flavour inspired by Philosophical and Religious studies which he has done. A reader is guaranteed a sensational, un-educated and relieving experience as complex realities are broken down into few words making stanzas, verses and a poem. His poems have appeared in several online magazines like The Writers Space Africa (WSA), PoeticAfrica, The Kalahari Review, Literary Yard, Allpoetry, Hello Poetry, Spill Words, Power Poetry, Ibua journal and Poem Hunter. He has yet been featured in three anthologies: The Griots of Ubuntu; War in Ukraine; and Pack light: memoirs of growing up in Africa. Find him on social media, Facebook and X by the name Andrea Ernest Myinga where some of his writings are found.