A DATE WITH …..

YUVAAN THE POET.

Friends lie, to keep you happy.”

NAME: EMMANUEL NGALA

PET NAME: YUVAANPOET

BELLAH: AT WHAT POINT DO YOU THINK YOU REGARDED YOURSELF AS A POET?

Emmanuel Ngala says he fell in love with the character of the man in an Indian movie named Yuvaan. The role the man played best explains Yuvaanpoet’s charisma and irresistible charm.

YUVAAN: I began writing poetry in my freshman year on campus while still writing short prose and articles. However, I experienced the magic of poetry in my second year, attaining this crazy boldness henceforth.

BELLAH: FOR HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WRITING?

YUVAAN: I started writing way back in 2015, but I officially kickstarted in 2017.

BELLAH: EXPLAIN YOUR EXPERIENCE AS A FIRST-TIME WRITER.

YUVAAN: I felt imperfect and non-deserving king of vibe. I had limited affection for the poetry I dispensed. In addition, negative comments were quite depressing.

BELLAH: WHAT DIFFERENCE DO YOU BRING TO THE POETRY SCENE?

YUVAAN: This is quite easy. Anyone reading my poems or hearing the voiced lyrical pieces could sense I create relatable pictures in his/her mind- a mixture of (pain), pleasure and humour.

BELLAH: WHAT IS YOUR IDEAL AUDIENCE?

YUVAAN: I am very flexible and I warmly welcome anyone who relates to my writings, but I bet I can sway the world with the love revolving around my universe and mind.

BELLAH: WHO IS YOUR BIGGEST SUPPORT?

YUVAAN: With their key roles of just showing up and being there for me, I’d say it’s my family, diehard friends and the immense love from strangers who enjoy my poetry vibes.

BELLAH: YOUR HIGHS AND LOWS IN THE WRITING PROCESS

YUVAAN: My pure bliss is when awesome poems are created in an instant. However, kinda a hard tussle creating poems when not in the right state of might. You may have the urge to write sad poems, but you’re too nostalgic to vent out.

BELLAH: WHENEVER YOU’RE WRITING A COMPLETELY DIFFICULT OR EMOTIONAL POEM, HOW DO YOU GO AROUND IT?

YUVAAN: It does sound crazy but the emotion sets in automatically because whatever I’m writing is always set in mind and I can’t force emotions.

BELLAH: HOW DO YOU PROCESS POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE REVIEWS?

YUVAAN: Well, positive feedback enhances my self-esteem and keeps me going. On the other hand, bad energy pulls me back a bit, but I get to learn and adjust effectively.

BELLAH: IF YOU’D SPEND A DAY WITH YOUR FAVOURITE POET, WHO WOULD IT BE?

YUVAAN: Mufasa and internationally, the late Maya Angelou.

BELLAH: WHAT BELIEFS AND PERSPECTIVES DID YOU GET TO LEARN, UNLEARN AND RELEARN IN YOUR POETRY JOURNEY?

YUVAAN: Definitely, consistency kept my fire alive, and to give you the best poem, lots of research and raw drafts come into play. Eventually, I had to lower my expectations of those who get to be blessed with my pieces.

BELLAH: ADVICE TO YOUR YOUNGER SELF IN THE POETRY WRITING JOURNEY.

YUVAAN: Start with what you have, you’ll be there and write until you can’t write anymore.

BELLAH: HAVE YOU CONSIDERED PUBLISHING?

YUVAAN: Oh, yes, though it’s not my priority at the moment. I’m still working on my growth and I’d say I love my pace.

BELLAH: IS THERE ANY PROJECT WE SHOULD KNOW OF?

YUVAAN: Lots of good vibes coming your way on my YouTube channel. Keep in tune.

BELLAH: FAVORITE POEM

Hold on my dear,
I know most times you cry yourself to sleep,
Your pain has become a deep part of you,
Inseparable and painful,
I know sticks and stones cannot break it’s bones or muscles,
It’s deeply rooted,
But hold on still,
I know you possess a heart of a lion,
But it’s slowly being consumed by the heart of darkness that lives within you,
It is trying to weaken you,
And make you run around like a headless chicken,
But don’t forget that you are a wreck with a heart of gold,
Yesterday they worshipped you,
But today they found a golden calf to worship,
Don’t give up yet,
You can withstand more,
Failed words and actions do not match your fire,
Just remember that you never lost,
They did,
They lost there moral compass, values, and you,
This chair your sitting in is my favorite,
It’s not comfortable,
But it’s a good teacher,
There’s a lesson at the end of the story,
Don’t get distracted,
This is all noice okay,
Rise above it,
Wash of the dust from it,
And find another field to play in.


Yuvaanpoet 🇰🇪.
*HOLD ON*

BELLAH:

find on social media @yuvaanpoet
Insta https://www.instagram.com/p/CMAQU_LlszD/?igshid=eq0tz2qglf4j
Tweeter – yuvaanpoet 🇰🇪
/FB Yuvaan G-joe/
tiktok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSJ85R9kS/
vskit. https://s.vskit.tv/r/8aUI
Facebook page@yuvaan art and poetics ( https://www.facebook.com/159939281165008/posts/1013813909110870/?app=fbl )
Youtube channel@ yuvaan art and poetry. ( https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-Wh2XPsX6FyHADm7RYyCAQ )
Yuvaanpoet 🇰🇪
🍁🍁🍁

BELLAH: WOULD YOU SHARE SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF THAT READERS DON’T KNOW?

YUVAAN: I am a sucker for honesty. Fake comments do drain me.

Y ou ever imagine of how the wind whooshes in the evening,
U tterly, until you can feel nothing but just the cold sweet air brushing through your skin and lungs..
V anishing slowly but relinquishing your soul, body and mind,
A mazing right.
A bandoned hearts let’s go and…
N arcissists let loose,
P anting and rapidity is lost,
O f unnaturalness too is siezed by the passing wind,
E nding all the pain and warming within and without.
T asteful mmmh! 🇰🇪

💔 _~*HEART💔BREAK*~_💔
Part 1
I always wondered why there existed 2 billion songs written on heartbreak,
But that feeling ended when one couldn’t end drumming in my heart.
I met variations in the beats of my heart,
And most of the time they made me hurt.
I loved her so very much,
But in my heart she stroke a match.
I then knew why everything that burned bright faded so fast.
I made her a priority when in her life I was last.
She decided to drop me because I was a dead weight to her,
Like some shell of an old rusty car.
I wished she could burn in eternity in the lowest circle of hell,
Even though she was busy sucking life out of another man.
It was like she took a shovel and dug a hole in my heart,
She forgot that beneath this lifeless exterior I had an actual soul.
We were no longer priceless,
She took the deal and left me for dead, lifeless.
Today, I’m choking down a cocktail of pills three times a day just to feel alive.
I cannot find a perfect spot in the sea of happiness to allow me dive,
My heart is still poisoned.
I keep on remembering all the good times I stared and gazed at her but I couldn’t breathe until she drew closer,
I had to fight the distance to get to her before I died.
she meant the universe to me.
I’m not asthmatic but I had an inhaler because everytime I closed my eyes I was always drowning.
It seems I died just at the sense of her heat,
Something I shouldn’t have had a craving for.
Yuvaanpoet 🇰🇪
#poetryoftheday
#poetsofinstagram
#word
#heqrt_touching_poetry♥️♥️
#heartbreak
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THE MONEY TALK

Been a torment talking about money it being regarded as sensitive. However I come here yearning to learn everyday from my peers and elder ones and also help the younger one learn to appreciate these discussions. Hence these trivial questions that need your honest answers dear readers

Would love hear them stories
Choice between material weather and social wealth very tricky
Passion versus money
Ahaa
Money versus mental being
This is a tricky one…..

I am hoping to have an intriguing conversation …..

Come to think of it

How was your day?

Yesterday at a glance

Watch you jot down

Your tomorrow’s dreams

Have you achieved any?

Probably not or yes

Or you await for tomorrow

Hopefully will be one of a brighter day

We build hearty trust on tomorrow

But lay on mats today

Never healed from yesterday’s disappointment

If our tomorrow never comes

We anguish in our today

Endlessly cursing our yesterday

MY FEARS

Well I fear dogs

I fear the cockroaches

I fear tomorrow may never come

Jeez I fear heartbreaks

I do fear love

Am I alone?

Cause I fear thyself

I fear the anxieties

I fear life’s many a trials

Fear the day ending

Fear your judgement on me

As you read this

I fear ridicules

I still do fear ny expectations

HELLO

My name is Love

Well you may call me Peace

Wouldn’t mind meeting

Down by the floating fountain

Whence you find immense peace

On your way

Hope you find righteousness

When you thirst

A whole well of living water awaits

When you hunger

Their is living word to be fed on

Hasten your feet by faith

You will get ashore

DEATH IS UPON US

He slumbers in pain

She shallows her anger

Mama echos her bitterness

Papa in silenced agony

The world crumbles before us

What we knew life as

Quickly turning into misery

Brother aches hopelessly

Sister devasted in anguish

The drought of happiness befell us

Hope passed on grimsly

Grief fell on deserted souls

A call to our loved ones

Come all to mourn

The passing of peace

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