THIS PAINTING

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 Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros 


Life can be beautiful if the painting is done rightly.

I paint mine in black;

The colour of me, the golden skin.

 

I paint mine in purple;

The woman in me, Oprah power.

 

I paint mine in red;

The fire in me, that spells, ‘unstoppable.’

 

I paint mine in white;

The women I love, my two mothers.

 

It’s an easy fathom, learning me;

Just watch this painting                                                                                                                     

Whose rays glow to blow your minds.

In the colourful home within me is a content black woman.

A discovery of treasure.


essyjeru@gmail.com 

+254726179789 


Comments

  1. Unknown21 February 2021 at 10:34

    😲 wow! What a great piece 💕

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  2. Unknown21 February 2021 at 10:34

    Congratulations my dearest.cheers🥂🥂🥂

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  3. Joyzy P21 February 2021 at 10:37

    Beautiful

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  4. Ezra21 February 2021 at 10:42

    Color speaks volumes, the message is home.

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  5. Unknown21 February 2021 at 10:43

    Nice one. Keep it up

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  6. Samoei21 February 2021 at 11:01

    A nice poem,the power of colours...

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  7. Unknown21 February 2021 at 11:06

    The painting... good

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  8. IPASO SAMUEL21 February 2021 at 11:10

    Sr. Essy be blessed. This is a great piece. Kitopia Akuj.

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  9. IPASO SAMUEL21 February 2021 at 11:11

    Sr. Essy be blessed. This is a great piece. Kitopia Akuj.

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  10. Tanko J21 February 2021 at 11:13

    I am thrilled
    Proud of you

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    1. Unknown16 June 2021 at 16:38

      Woo Ezzy,am naurished.It's a beautiful one.

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  11. Raphael Koros21 February 2021 at 11:35

    Always following

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  12. Unknown21 February 2021 at 11:40

    Nice one

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  13. Unknown21 February 2021 at 11:47

    Golden skin. Lovely Sr. Keep it up. Blessings your way.

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  14. Unknown21 February 2021 at 12:33

    How fast you write!
    A nice piece

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  15. Honoré, svd21 February 2021 at 12:45

    Good one! I paint mine in blue

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  16. Unknown21 February 2021 at 14:19

    I like the piece

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  17. Kukhuclassicarts21 February 2021 at 14:44

    Color🤗😚😙

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  18. Ropz21 February 2021 at 16:25

    Great work keep it up madam

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  19. Unknown21 February 2021 at 19:20

    Powerful. The colors are magic.

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  20. Unknown21 February 2021 at 21:53

    Yea a discovery of treasure...so beautiful it z. Keep up girlfriend

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  21. Unknown22 February 2021 at 11:46

    Nice piece essie

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  22. Unknown24 February 2021 at 07:44

    Awesome mum

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  23. Kosone25 February 2021 at 22:39

    Awesome

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  24. Addy Onyando27 February 2021 at 02:45

    How wonderful!

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  25. Unknown9 March 2021 at 10:49

    Wow inspiring Sr keep it up

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  26. Unknown2 September 2021 at 06:55

    Very short but has a strong message, woow

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