ALEX NDERITU is a sober minded African poet patriot ,whose rhyming verses are dipped in the rich sauce of Afro-centricism , to be enjoyed  with a beef roast of irony and sarcasms . His imagery is delicious mash of Africa sweet potato laced with refreshing chili sauce of patriotism ,sizzling humor and the pride of African identity . Nderitu reminds the delinquent African grandchild of his, water -scapes, landscapes and eco-scapes. He in as articulate chronicler of African tales through poetry. .His rhyming lines are pregnant with meaning and heart echoing rhythm. So profound, waxed with unbeatable lexicography, mouthwatering syntactic invasion and his verbal dexterity is beyond savanna tree canopies. Ngugi and other elders planted gifted seeds of writing in the fertile human fields of Kenya. Nderitu and many other rising voices of Kenya were born. His poetry drives you both into insanity and sobriety. ALEX NDERITU is a story teller, novelist, poet, editor and critic. Nderitu .You are one slice of the pride of the African story. ALUTA CONTINUA. For more information , creative vibes and submissions  CONTACT the Curator , MBIZO CHIRASHA at



The Moon is Made of Green Cheese
The star of ‘Titanic’ was John Cleese,
Canada is slightly smaller than Greece,
Corn is closely related to black-eyed peas,
Honey comes from birds, not bees,
Elephants sometimes climb trees,
Lawrence of Arabia ruled the high seas,
Top lawyers don’t charge high fees,
World War Two didn’t disturb the peace –
And Susan loves me.


Bengal tiger, Chinese dragon,
Asian elephant, African lion,
Sea of fire, lake of salt –
The clouds can take on any form!

Now white pillows on a blue sheet,
Now speeding space ships, wherever from,
And now a grey ceiling blocking the sun’s heat –
I love to watch the clouds transform!

Back when I was a young lad,
Rather than play football or skip ropes,
I used to lie on the grass, facing skywards,
Just to see the clouds perform!

I’ve seen Washington crossing the Delaware
And Jesus Christ giving a sermon.
’Saw Napoleon at Waterloo but before I could yell, “Beware!”

The clouds changed again, as is their norm!



From the womb of Lake Victoria, I burst forth,
Embarking on an epic journey towards the north
Where I will rendezvous with the Mediterranean.
Many are the obstacles and by the time I reach my destination,
I will be as crooked as a politician.

In some parts, I plunge hundreds of feet over cliff walls,
Sending off clouds of vapour as thick as tear gas.
In others, my brisk pace is reduced to leisurely stroll.
Enforced to tributaries, I soldier on to my distant goal,
Snaking through fantastic valleys and conquering scorching deserts.
‘Why doesn’t this river dry up?” mused the ancients.
“And where, oh where, lies her secret source?”

For millennia, I held my secrets fast –
My age, my origin, my tributaries, my course.
Before I revealed all, men had to die as if cursed.
I am the Keeper of Genesis, Guardian of the Past.
I enabled great civilizations to spring from bare dust.
The pyramids, catacombs, the delta in the Mediterranean Sea,
The Pharaohs, their subjects and mighty dynasty,
All owe their existence to me.

Without me, Osiris would not resurrect,
Pudding-soft paddies would be as hard as tins,
Egyptians would go down like bowling pins,
Hippos, crocodiles, sacred ibis and fish of every description
Would lie lifeless, awaiting the Second Resurrection!
I am the real Goddess of Fertility – no river touches me.
The Mississippi falls short, the Thames only comes up to my knee.
I am Anubis among jackals, Sobek among crocodiles.
I am the Nile.



The tall blonde girl didn’t come to East Africa on safari,
She was an Oxford student majoring in History
And wanted to see the sites involved in slavery
And the relics of Arab-Portuguese rivalry.
I first spied her walking alone by the swaying sea
And something about her just jumped up and bit me.
I asked her her name and she said, ‘Suzanne…with an “e”.’

From thence, there was no distance between us;
I took her to see the Gedi Ruins and Fort Jesus
And at night we marveled at a sky as brilliant as a mirror
And cheered fire-eaters and limbo dancers
With ebony skins that glistened in the moonlight like razors.
Suzanne changed into tropical gear and I braided her hair
And then we danced to the music of Bob Marley & The Wailers.
Wherever he was, Cupid must have been very happy –
I danced all night with Miss ‘Suzanne with an “e”.’

Suzanne lay on the beach for hours and got a suntan;
I taught her Swahili, she taught me cockney slang.
Wise men say that time and tide wait for no man
And all too soon it was time for Suzanne to return.
Without her, life in the tropics just isn’t the same,
I’m so irritable my fellow beach boys say I’m going insane.
I sent Suzanne an e-mail saying, ‘Someone in Africa loves you.’
And she replied saying, ‘I miss Africa and I miss you.’
It was signed: ‘Suzanne with an “e”.’


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ALEX NDERITU is a Kenyan novelist, poet, playwright and critic. Some of his work has been translated into Kiswahili, Chinese, Swedish, Arabic and Japanese. He is the Deputy Secretary-General of Kenyan PEN and the Kenyan Editor of the US-based theatre news portal, His first book, ‘When the Whirlwind Passes’ has the distinction of being Africa’s first digital novel. In 2014, his narrative poem ‘Someone in Africa Loves You’ represented Kenyan literature on BBC’s Commonwealth Postcards. In 2017, ‘Business Daily’ newspaper listed him among Kenya’s ‘Top 40 under 40 Men’. Official website:





MBIZO CHIRASHA is certified as a Global Literary Influencer by Directorio Mundial de Escritores through Academia Mundial de Literatura, Historia, Arte y Cultura. Recipient of PEN Deutschland Exiled Writer Grant (2017) Literary Arts Projects Curator, Writer in Residence, Blogs Publisher, Arts for Human Rights/Peace Activism Catalyst, Social Media Publicist and Internationally Anthologized Writer, 2017 African Partner of the International Human Rights Arts Festival Exiled in Africa Program in New York.2017 Grantee of the EU- Horn of Africa Defend Human Rights Defenders Protection Fund. Resident Curator of 100 Thousand Poets for Peace-Zimbabwe, Originator of Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Movement. African Contributor to the Table of Words Demer Press International Poetry anthology edited by Hannie Rouweler in Netherlands. Solidarity Member of Global Alliance for Politics and Arts. African Participant to the 2014-2020 World Poetry Almanac Anthologies series in Mongolia edited by Hadaa Sendoo. Co-Editor of German Africa Bilingual Collection with German International Translator Andreas Weiland in 2016 ( Zimbabwean Young literary Delegate to the Goteborg International Book Fair Sweden ( presented at Nordic Africa institute, Swedish Writers union , SIDA Diplomatic luncheon , Radio Dialogue , Swedish International library Association , Sweden National Education Summit).2009 Poet in residence of ICACD ,international Conference of Africa Culture and Development courtesy of African Culture Development Institute .Founder of the GIRLCHILDCREATIVITY PROJECT. Curator of MIOMBOPUBLISHING, and PERSONALITIES OF INSPIRATION,,


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