Stanzas

Poems.

Stanzas

Dec 8, 2025

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2 min read

Early-Bird Propaganda

Matatu touts are especially loud in the morning; their breath are a fierce sermon on the sins of this rat race. Or maybe is it that I am simply not a morning person? I am not a night owl either.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Dec 1, 2025

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1 min read

Death, Taxes, and Sex

How burdened my friends’ hearts have become! One loses a mother. Another has two children but is a lesbian. One confesses they were raped, again. Another flirts with suicide.

Juma Reagan

Stanzas

Oct 5, 2025

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1 min read

The Sky’s Grief

We don’t know, but perhaps it began in childhood when she hid under blankets believing the thunder could not touch her if she stayed still.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Sep 21, 2025

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3 min read

Ifs, Buts, and Maybes

I wonder if what will kill me will be a fruit falling on my head; if cats scheme against humans; if Musa Juma were still alive; I wonder if the gods have grown weary of my two decades on earth. . .

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Aug 10, 2025

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2 min read

I Have Become Like Them

I did not understand the calmness of cows in the rain; they look like they know something we don’t. I did not understand cats lying quietly beside a hot jiko.

Juma Reagan

Stanzas

Jun 8, 2025

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2 min read

The Faces At My Wedding

The faces are already known. No surprises or strangers. The gathering is already sketched in memory’s hallway.

Juma Reagan

Stanzas

Sep 2, 2024

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1 min read

Another Mountain

The wind has warned me about settling too long, about peace without struggle. The wind has warned me and taught me how to fly.

Juma Reagan

Stanzas

Jul 7, 2024

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2 min read

Soon I’ll Be 60 Years Old

I want to look back and know that I’ve loved and lost, and loved anew. I want to shake my waist in the dance of life knowing that I grew, not only in age and stature, but in mind, soul, and in harmonious sync with the universe. Friends will have departed, and new ones found. The circle of life has to turn, doesn't it?

Juma Reagan

Stanzas

Jun 23, 2024

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1 min read

In This Age

A poem by a skeptic sly.

Juma Reagan

Stanzas

Early-Bird Propaganda

Death, Taxes, and Sex

The Sky’s Grief

Ifs, Buts, and Maybes

I Have Become Like Them

The Faces At My Wedding

Another Mountain

Soon I’ll Be 60 Years Old

In This Age

Brainwave Musings