WHO ELSE MAMA

Who else mama
Would have fallen in love
With a desperate hopeless boy
Who else mama
Would have provided real joyful toys
To a brat used to playing about
With plastic dolls of destitution
And marionettes of illusional joy.

Who else mama
Would have cared the least
About an irritating homeless kid
With a wierd accent and a strange strain
Who else mama
Would have taken home a stranger
Henceforth nurturing them
With the precision of a surgeon's razor.

Who else mama
Would have stood villagers' insults
Sore ridicule from children alike adults
Who else mama
Would have blocked her ears
Standing blatant humiliation for years
While building confidence
In a young soul drowning in fear.


Who else mama
Would have been frightened silly
By midnight fever of a child they didn't bear
Who else mama
Would have, in  joy of growth milestones achieved shed a tear
Who else mama
Would have placed her interest at the rear
Just to offer the best
To one not of her womb, but whom she considered dear.

Who else mama
Who else do I call mama
Who else do I owe my life
Who else do I offer my undying love
Who else's love does flow in my nerves
Who else nourishes my soul
Who else makes me whole
Who else is my only caring mother
Yet too my courageous father
Who else
But you dear mama


This is a poem that I specially wrote, dedicated and performed to adoptive single mothers in Nairobi.. God bless you all for having the love and the courage to touch a child's heart. 

WHEN A PIG PROMISES BACON........

He came begging for consent

With his innocent melodious accent

Resembling Mother Teresa's reincarnate

All fell for the masquerade,

Bacon he promised,

His dear life too

Like a martyr straight from heaven.

With drooling appetite for loose change

On the driving seat

The bait, we wholesomely swallowed

Stunningly, for the millionth time

Long before the pig left the sty

En-route to the imaginary abattoir.

Why then the rumbling

Now that the bacon 

Is no where on the menu

While in the sty

The pig is grappling for more ration.

Isn't it not wise to salivate

For bacon promised by a pig

While his head is still intact

And his snout still delving in sludge?

I CHOOSE NOT SOLITUDE

I choose to live amongst men
For midst multitudes
Only warmth thrives
While shivers find no solace.

I choose to live midst men
Where echoes are of differing opinions
Yet these opinions are born
Of a diversity of experiences.

I choose to live amongst men
For knowledge is that which is sort
Not the mediocrity that is one's thoughts
Informed by personal shallow wells.

I choose to live amongst men
Where my spirit is endlessly nourished
From the bowels of the legends of humanity
Who chose not the solitary way.

I choose to live amongst men
For the heart grows weak
If confined in solitude
I choose to live amongst men
I choose not solitude.