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.

THEY CALL YOU DUMMY

 

They call you dummy
You always heed to advice from mummy
Not to let them touch your panty.

They say you're backward

You don’t give in to obscene lads

Lost in alcoholic fad.

They’ve tagged you mshamba

You refused to become a member

Of their gang known to spiritually dismember.

They’ve branded you idiot

You detest their Sodom of faggots

Meant for the spiritually destitute.

They’ve isolated you

Remind them that the world will isolate them too

When HIV will wipe out all the girls they woo

That their only prize will be a shameful boo.

LITTLE FRIDAH

Little Fridah, little wonder, with little to ponder

Your little angelic eyes facing yonder

As white as snow reflecting the serenity in you

Little round dimpled cheeks, little soft lips

Oh! what other wonder would one seek?

Than a genuine little toothless smile

Not yet tainted by humanity full of bile.

Little Fridah, little wonder, with little to ponder

Your little limbs kicking, kicking and kicking

Your little lips giggling, little body wiggling

Innocently crying a little innocent baby cry

Just seeking for a little motherly attention

A little silent chat to keep you in motion.

Little Fridah, little wonder, with little to ponder

How I wish your innocence lives on

Even when your little tender age is gone

That your sincerity is never a little blurred

By little plastic toys

Little plastic money

Little plastic frowns

Little plastic smiles.

Little Fridah, little wonder, with little to ponder

Over the coming years as you wander

Let not the little plastic world

Put you and innocence asunder

Oh my little Fridah, little wonder, with little to ponder.