DIARY OF A HARLOT

His touch was not tender
Far from his puffy wallet
Even further from that of my regular client;
The stinky mason with rough  hands
Yet I  had to bear with it
Bear with his big ego, corruption money, indifferent heart....
Bear with his careless libido
As he roughed me up on the prado's backseat
His elderly driver seemed ashamed
Of I his daughters age-mate,
A blend of imported cologne and wine
Suffocated me as he struggled to kiss me
I so unwilling
Of course I had not brushed stench of weed and cheap gutter liquor
Off my mouth for sometime.

Now as I watch him on the television
Clad in a starched Italian suit
Ebbing out queens English
Contributing to the Anti-prostitution  bill
I smile recalling his wild moans
He called a woman's name, may be the wife's
Or another hooker from another day
He  promised me a re-match
To match a fat cheque to shut my gossip mouth
Of course gossip could ruin his political fortunes
He also promised me a job as a senior noisemaker
Mandated to sing his praises all through
Come next general erection.

TRIBE-ULTIMATE-BRIBE BREED OF A NATION

Bundles of notes won't do  better
Feminine sex appeal won't either
The threshold is obscenely higher
Whenever public bandits are out to hire.

Tire not dragging a million academic reams
Their dusty weight's out of any-help realm
More so, it could dim the gleam
Where competition thwarts ethnocentric status dreams.

More than enough is  lingual inclination
Well, if it rhymes with the epicentre
Of public resource mis-allocation
Surname is the key to fortunes beyond imagination.

Woe unto a people oppressed in mis-representation
In this tribe-ultimate-bribe breed of a nation.

WEEPING MAU* (For Wangari Mathai)

It happened too fast
No time for even a bitter farewell
Just alot to ponder
Over the coming dark spell.

Mama, what offense did I commit
That you took a path with no retreat?
Leaving me an orphan in a den of sycophants
Who care a little about my existence.

Like my  little sister Uhuru-park*
My hope of survival lay on you
My hug of life was too,
Now, whom do I turn to?

You left no clue of your new address
How do I reach you
When they come for what is left of me
After they're done with what is left of you?

Can't you see through their hypocrisy
As they heap your demise with satirical praise
After they called you names
For protecting my brother Karura* Forest.

My future looks bleak
Unless another you........oh! dear heavens
They say none can be like one's mother......
I'll just hope God gives me another.



*Mau Forest is the largest water catchment in Kenya and whose reclamation has been crippled bu local politics.
*Uhuru park and Karura Forest are two ecosystems whose protection from land grabbers were the signature of Maathai's environmental campaign in kenya.

THIS SIDE OF LEAFY SUBURBS

Naked kids play about a heap of smelly garbage
Adjoining the swollen pit latrine,
Mind you watered WCs are tales
In this side of leafy suburbs.

In this side of leafy suburbs
Mansions are caved out of earth
Paved yards are a muddle of thick mud
Below power line above super pipeline
Just waiting for roast-human-flesh time..

Come see for your self brother
Drunken landlords banging cracking doors
Desperate tenants peeping through cracking walls
Counting on seconds before Lucifer breaks loose
Remember violent bulldozer-evictions are inevitable
In this side of leafy suburbs.

In this side of leafy suburbs
Children dread nightfall
When utter darkness brother to bedbugs reigns
Don't think about it if it happens to rain
In this side of leafy suburbs, aha
People are in-laws with complaints-no-gain-lots of-pain.

PUBLIC DUMPSITE

Towering high, conspicuously mighty
Obnoxious, murky, stinking-filthy
Midst the sophistication
That is paved manicured city streets
A crystal image of the populace's rot
Political vultures, social flies, economic  crows
Hungrily hover in the misty air above it.
.
The stench is overwhelming
But alas! its the product of the souls
That surround it
They sneer at it disgustingly
Turn away blocking their insensitive noses
Soon to forget the mess
Once behind their shanties' shaky paper doors.

Once in a while, the masses
Ashamed of their reflection in its majesty;
Tribal politics, economic segregation, moral degradation
Conspire to clean it
Later to fill it up again with sewage
Product of their unhealthy hand-out diets.

Like a multi-tentacled monster
The stench and filth grows
In weight, height and form
From a monolithic expensive social fabric
To a stratified pyramid of thieves
From the king's castle to the pauper's dungeon
Like third-world bush fire.

Soon the ogre will devour all
Less the masses conspire and execute its fall,
I'm talking about this city hole.....oh no no...august hall!

ME, YOU, JUST A REFLECTION

Me a reflection of you
Firmly entangled in us too
Me who feels your pain
As the universe pinches your heart
You who smiles my smile
When all around me smiles
We who share moments
Even though for a while
Why then should we
Live in discord
To love we should
Give a nod
Me shares your emotions
Lost in the muddle of your reflections
You, me, just the same us
Why then the fuss

ONCE A PROSTITUTE

That tune takes me back in time

Back when Musa Juma was in his prime

On the dance floor kung fu was the style to beat

Afro hair, mini skirt, rhumba......

Then life was fun, no HIV to evade

No crazy murderers, rapists, just money to be made

Pot-bellied-older men were still a fat prey

Better still if on the head there were traces of grey.

Back then boys in blue had no clue

We didn't have to vanish to dark alleys

In fear that they'd arrest, molest

And as fee for freedom explore our precious valleys.

End month was still a boom

Then, only the wily got the fat prize

Battle lines were drawn

Lucky were those whose thighs were brown.

That tune takes me back in time

When my dignity was up for grabs

When I had sank to the lowest of my lowest

When I could caress filth with no groves

When on the streets men carelessly roughed my chest

When the dignified woman I am today

Was no more than a rag;

Just an inglorious nobody.

SHE'D TIED KNOT WITH A NOOSE

She would weep every night
Her ever present smile would fade
Every time he announced his arrival
With drank slurred vulgar tunes.

He'd pour his hangover on her
Her submissive enough took it all
Insults and kicks for breakfast
After a night of marital rape.

Once he'd hit her bulging belly
Hard enough, she lost the baby
Still she swallowed it all
Its a taboo to be a divorcee, she said.

Then came the night
The very night of the demons fight
He callously forced his urine down her gullet
Called her a witch, whose only remedy was death.

While out in the fields toiling, him out drinking
She couldn't prepare food in time
So the verdict was out
He chocked her to death.

Yes, poor Mary's life cost
Was a meal
Just a meal, a handful of ugali
Yes, 'cause she'd tied knot with a noose
Till death did them part!

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MOGANDISHU

What ails you my old jewel
That your once adorable streets
Are now tributaries of a massive river
Of blood
What demon lurks midst your people
Oh child of my mother's bosom
It's my tears that now fall
Won't you now heed to my call
Won't you wipe your children's tears
You whom we shared the same womb
You whose soul has suddenly turned a tomb.

I've witnessed mothers desperately cling
To their dry skeleton kids
As their husband are brutally maimed
Massacred, murdered
I've witnessed scared juvenile eyes
Eyes devoid of faith in humanity
I've seen ruins of once glorious mansions
I've heard of hard-line aggression
As your own pride you plunge to oblivion.

I once knew of your peaceful pre-occupation
Your humanity respecting heart
Your merciful and vibrant spirit
What ails you now
Oh child of my mother's bos

I CRY FOR THE RICH

They heaved me up in a dank cell
They tortured me, squeezed my eyes
Oh God it was hell
My only crime being drank and disorderly
Along Koinange Street
Where a quiet bargain was on next to a black merc.

Early next morning they kicked my butt
Out of the station way before breakfast was served
After all I didn't even pay for the bedbug bed
Why did I expect some even half cup naked uji?
I was warned to remain in the part of the city
Where cheap prostitutes like me can have a say.

Later on Sipping some keg in a hovel down Luthuli 
I pitied those who rave in the real city
Where prostitution is no  crime
Where walking half naked isn't immorral
Where drinking a whole barrel of imported red wine
With your thirteenth mpango wa kando
Is more than okay, very gentlemanly indeed.

I felt for the dear sons and daughters of uptown
Where watching a nude your-mothers-age-mate on-line
Whatever that means!
Where getting a pizza courtesy of your old-man's-pall
For a jig after the company dinner
Is dimmed cool, no policeman would dare interupt.

At least down here
There are cops and straight-from -village folks
To be wary of.

WHENEVER I MEET HER

Whenever I meet her on the street
When her dove eyes meet mine
As they crush the softest part of my heart
I wonder loudly
What is it about her?

Whenever she smiles at me at the cafe
When the ice in my soul begins to melt
At the sight of  her snow teeth
I tremble at the thought of asking
What it is that she possesses.

Whenever I imagine her trim fingers sprawling my body
Crawling to the core of my manhood
Like they caress the wine glass at the beach bar
Where I now sit across the high stool
She is elegantly perched on.
I can feel spasms of passion spiraling down my spine.

Her brown thighs speckled with sand
Fresh from the beach
Swim suit tightly clinging  to her wet body
Emphasizing further her baby guard breasts
A blend of sweat and sea water
Glitters on her round dimpled tomato cheeks.

As if by accident our eyes meet in a flash
She smiles, her full lips massaging the brim, winks at me
Waving her slim fingers romantically
I lost in a frenzy of excitement and fear
Shy off in cowardly gesture
She shakes her head in a disapproving frown.

Now she disembarks from the stool
Comes and leans behind me
Her soft bust sponging my brain
She prosaically murmers
''What is it about me boy, that scares you crazy?''
Long before I can answer she walks off
Her pumpkin bottoms titillating behind her
Leaving me foolishly ashamed.

THE WITCH IN THE MOONLIGHT

She has bewitched him; the witch
Who dances naked in the moonlight
He now speaks to shadows
Telling them how he loved her
How they exchanged vows at the shrine
How they laughed as they tossed red wine.

She has bewitched him; the witch
Who dances naked in the moonlight
He now hugs trees, smiles at flies
He even kissed a goat
Yes! a real full kiss
Saying it's her soft lips that he misses.

She has bewitched him; the witch
Who dances naked  in the moonlight
Just yesterday he spanked his grandmother's bums
Shouting they resembled his beloved's
That they had been snatched from Nini
They say this is the name of her lost love.

She has bewitched him; the witch
Who dances naked in the moonlight
I hear even Babu* can't clean the spell
That prayers alone won't do
She has bewitched him; Nini
His childhood lover
Who was raped and killed by a callous gangster


*Babu is a popular medicineman from Tanzania who offers water believed to cure all diseases.

DOORS AHEAD

A homely past lies behind
Memories  comfortable but unfulfilled
Warm and coldly indifferent
Intertwined like Siamese twins
Though fear lets not one off
Though today's comfort is much valued
Though tomorrow's risk is such dreaded
Future's uncertainty holds success unfathomable
Doors ahead are for the daring
The very conquerors of the universe!

BEYOND THE MOONLIGHT

Beyond the moonlight

Beyond those embracing silhouettes

Lies a vapid atmosphere

A storm you rarely see or here

A scrimmage fueled by mistrust and fear

A destructive storm from spectators

Lie in ambush under that romantic moon-lit night.

Beyond the ball dance

Marital vows are given no chance

Broken hearts skip in reception

Of brutal insults

Painful tears substitute

The romantic ones of the moonlight.

Beyond those lively strolls

Bare feet shuffle

Evading the uncoupling feud

Faces redden with hatred

Brutality takes reign

Slaps fall like rain

Beyond that moonlight hug

Husband hectors wife.

I WRITE.......

Relentlessly I write

Certainly not about smiles

For I know how abject poverty

Stamps a sneer on a politicians’ mouth

I sing praises not to our leaders

They lead us to lead in disloyalty

To our very own creed

Justice be our shield and defender.

I write……

Down in the ghetto terror is relayed via wire

Mungiki are guns for hire, the police are excited to fire

So hastily at the victims, you can’t judge, who’s the liar?

Relentlessly, I write……. what choice do I have?

Out in the cold a child wails, evidently out of hunger the cry is frail

The Red Cross tent is torn, yet, it’s the only shelter from the hailstorm.

Relentlessly, I write…….. hoping the wrong to right

In the village masses fight, in parliament smiles are bright

Judgment based on tribe; else you can afford a bribe.

I write……. write tirelessly, not firing aimlessly

On T.V. they call it inflation, a learned term for mass starvation

Time for mass action, property destruction, authority inaction.

What choice I’m I left?

Drank drivers can barely keep left, corrupt cops at their best

Ten people lie dead, the driver bribed around the driving test.

What choice do I have?

Of crime I’ve had enough, to write I now have the nerve

I write…….

Expecting some sanity and love, like a dove from the heavens above.

INDEPENDENT

I’m familiar with many judges

They help me settle many grudges

My closest allies are policemen

They also make use of conmen

Like me!

When courts become an impediment

I get an appointment with the president

Word goes around

He is good in convicts’ pardonment

So economic thugs

Wary not of state imprisonment.

I adore my local preacher

In adultery he’s a good teacher

Of bribery he’s a perfect picture

I’m proud of my cabinet buddies

We all enjoy tyranny

We all feed from impunity

I’ m very proud of my friends

We are not worried about the trend

Kenya offers thieves much comfort

With conspiracies to plot

Zero chances of being caught

Our freedom pays abundantly

To those who siphon public cash connectively

Here, power is dependent on tribalism

Public appointments are dependent on nepotism

So it is!

Life is meant for enjoyment

Only for those who get their portion

In dependence on corruption.

DOVE I LOVED

You would stare at me

With blue serene eyes

That would instantly melt my soul

Many a nights you would embrace me

Under your soft warm wings

You would then scale the heights

To the highest point of my mind

There perch on the crescendo

Of romance unfathomable

With your warm feathers

You would caress my manhood

Till I drown in your passionate moods

Oh! And your homely nest

So warm I had swore

Forever I’d your pest.

Till your blue serene eyes turned pepper

Soft wings became thorny

Till you scaled to the highest peak of pride

There perching on the climax

Of humiliation unbearable

Till your warm feathers turned cold

So frozen that I could no longer hold

Till your homely nest

Oh homely nest could no longer house me

Till your love for me you threw away.

CALL FROM HELL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imagine a call from hell
One filling you with such a cruel spell
Telling you to slay your dear wife
To defile your innocent daughter
To behead your humble neighbour.

 

Imagine a call from hell

Satan himself on the other side of the line

Whispering to you that witchcraft is just fine

His sweet voice caressing your soul

Cunningly filling hate into your dining bowl.

 

Imagine a call from hell

Lucifer soothingly promising you heaven

Be corrupt, unto you wealth will be given

Pleading with you not to hung up

As he pours wickedness into your cup.

 

Imagine a call from hell

Ringing with such a romantic flow

That your heart leaps and your eyes glow

Your fingers vibrate yearning to pick the receiver

Ready to hear from the death giver.

 

Be wary my soul brothers and sisters

Be very afraid of the next call on your soul-phone

Less it’s from a demon with a crooked horn

Be very careful my people

Less before you reason again

With a deathly curse you will be gone.

AM I TO BLAME?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is it true I'm a teeenage goon
That I be reprimanded  this soon.

 

Is it true I, ghetto girl, dress indecently

That I’m a rape victim constantly

 

Is it true I'm a seasoned bandit
That I'm accused of crimes I didn't commit

 

Is it true that all I do is to hurl insults

That I’m always a victim of my husband’s brutality

 

Is it true that I’m to blame

For all the woes that befall me?

AFRICAN PRINCESS

If I were the rainbow

I’d paint colours of joy on your generous heart

That the jealous world may always envy

Your gorgeous presence in it.

If I were the heavenly stars

I’d twinkle on your white angelic eyes to days on end

That they reflect the gentleness, the softness in you

Softness of wool on an African mountain ewe.

If I were the romantic moon

I’d smile, smile n smile

On your gentle full lips never to cease

Forever you’d be at ease.

If I were a cool breeze

I’d blow your African attire to flow harmoniously

With your bouncy shapely swaying hips

That when you pass men salivate and blow up their fly zips.

If I were the sun

I’d always shine on your striking round face

I’d radiate your life in times of darkness

I’d shelter you from third -world male harshness.

If I were the rain

I’d shower your fine dark mysterious pigment

That the black Africa in you

May evermore puzzle all humanity.

I PRAY MORE AND MORE

Last night I prayed for the soul
Of the man who died of hunger
While my dogs belched all the way to dreamland.

Last night I prayed for the soul
Of the man who was slain mistakenly by cops
While I embezzled public coffers in broad daylight.

Last night I prayed for the soul
Of the man who was shot dead
For demanding for haki yake
While I shot semen into his wife
For a jingle of pennies and a casual job.

I’ll keep on praying more and more….

A PICKPOCKET IN THE STREET

His nebulous hue dies

A melancholy smile

Substitutes the garnished one

The gush on his chest

Oozing with dark blood

The onslaught leaves him

To fight only for his life

Not for the loot

Now scattered on the hot tarmac

Men, women and children watch

As spasmodic waves of life

Ebb out of him.

NANNY-GOAT

The fatty nanny-goat passes by

A stinging stench fills the air

A bunch of buzzing flies choruses

All round it like mighty bodyguards

Her mind shifts back in time

When a long shirt was her only garment

When she would wake up early

Before dawn

To spread out her urine saturated mat

Out in the sun to dry.

Her mother

Always called her nanny-goat

Her father would scotch it

By spanking the woman

By mid-month she would be sent

To borrow some salt

She would walk off

With shrinking shoulders

Recalling her previous episode

At the neighbour’s shanty.

Nanny-goat has now evolved

To a tender woman

The town beauty

Curvaceous low hips

Big sharp eyes

A destroying smile

The nanny- goat, a gift

From a deceased mother is precious

She can see her mother’s smile

On its hairy muzzle.

BIG TUMMY, SMALL BRAIN

If I said behind your eyes

There’s no brain

That all you think of is political gain

At the expense of wananchi’s pain

If it’s worth it you maim

If it counts you absolve your gang

From blame

That the power you ride on is fueled

By blood, sweat and a nation up in flames.

Would you, Mheshimiwa complain?

If I said beyond your handouts

Is a misty conspiracy to rape our economy

That you invest in masses’ naivety

To gain ethno-political supremacy

That to you sovereignty

Is synonymous with impunity

That you hide your guilty conscience

Under mare masquerade and pretence

As you mourn with mourners

And dine with the hungry

Would you, Hon. Fox, deny?

If I said beneath your sneer

Lies a ruthless heartless wild bear

That you feed on the best of menus

Later to belch smelly obnoxious filth

On a funeral podium

That you are a cheap political prostitute

Who quickly tears off her pants

For any demagogue who can afford a condom

Just to protect yourself

From irrelevance syndrome

Would you, big tummy, object?

simonpoetically: MY POLITICAL MIND

simonpoetically: MY POLITICAL MIND: "My political mind Has turned me to one Who doesn't mind One with a dead conscience One suffering from memory lapse. My political mind..."

ONLY YOU

Moving your elegant

Beauty

You trigger moans

Those of unfathomable pleasure

You induce tears

Not weeping, not sorrow

But full-hearted loving

On your tender girlish face

Curious eyes, smooth lips

Round shapely hips

Only you, not others

Strike like a wild tiger

In that heaven given Pleasure;

Mates’ paradise

None makes me madder

Than that sweet scented aroma

Kisses, slender feminine fingers

Caressing, Interlocking

With masculine ones

Of I your only lover

WORDS

Cruel words that disfigure happiness

Rebellious words that portray carelessness

Violent words that cap callousness.

Sweet words that move mountains

Caring words that create joyous fountains

Yet consoling words that contain

And soften a grief stricken heart.

SWEET EYED QUEEN

Sweet eyed queen

Be my new love twin

Conquer my manhood

With your soft moods

Shower my empty life

With glaciers of laughter

Like a double edged knife

Tear through my past

With promises that last

Oh my flower from afar.

Sweet eyed queen

I’m your Romeo be my Juliet

Hold my hand lets stroll in the moonlight

Cruising the vast skies like a playful kite

To mates paradise let’s take a flight

There our future will be bright

Bright with no traces of lonely nights

Only romantic, breath taking sights

For sure it’s a voyage worth a million fights.

Sweet eyed queen

Stroke my sleeping emotions

Caress my heart into motion

Jog my feelings into motivation

You whose smile is inevitable

Whose beauty is indescribable

Unchain this soul of mine

Place me back on the line

Let me just taste your wine.

Sweet eyed queen

Gentle is your touch

A creamy voice to match

All I’d die to watch

Catch or forever search

Sweet eyed queen

Show me the way to win

Love and forever pin

You to my junk being.