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.

ON HER SHADOW

On her shadow
Her face is different, alert and more mature
She's a strong sire for sure
From where the bud I'm first jutted.

On her shadow
She's a caring mother
So loving that you'd never need another
So motherly that you wouldn’t look any further.

On her shadow
She’s my proud mother
On her face
She's my newly born baby girl.

WIND

Wind that blows

Away hues and cries

Carrying with it

Wounds brutally inflicted

Wind that sweeps chuff

Remnants of past memories

Wind that soothes

The soul

Cools the heat

Of cruel fangs of life

Wind that sways

Wild emotions

To intimate ones

Soft in motion

This necessary wind

That Kenyans  need

To bring peace to their minds.

C) Simon Njoroge 2011

REVOLUTION

Like a pottery gem

It’s modeled out of clay dug by the banks

Of a massive river of blood

Blood shed by tribal animosity

It’s moulded by the hands of callous

Political vampires,

Seasoned under the heat

Of oppression and starvation.

Like the finest gold

Its dug from the richest

Honourable-pocket mines

Sorted out in august house

Refined in I-will-never-pay-tax industry.

Like a heavy storm

It’s born out of heavy clouds of discontent

Furiously gathering under the force

Of a heavy wind of liberation

Unleashing its wrath upon the evil elites

When the weight is too much

For the clear-draught-causing heavens to bear.

So who are revolutionaries?

They are the women of courage

Women who when entangled into

Greedy political marriages

Stand, break up and divorce

Their wicked husbands.

They are the youth devoid of ethnic instincts

Youth who can’t stand drug addiction

Youth who dread political manipulation

Selfless youth not chained to corruption

Respectful youth wary of hooliganism.

 

They are the men of integrity

Who when thrown into the turbulent sea

Of corruption, political opportunism, tribalism

Nepotism, cannibalism

Get swallowed by the whale

Of self respect and loyalty

And are later vomited in the Nineveh

Of equality and justice.  

A TEAR FOR THE TEAR

Now that I shed a tear

Now that I mourn the rage of a spear

Where is the vigour you once had?

Where are the promises from you I heard?

When to you my vote counted much.

Whom I thought to be my hope

Was actually the hearse driver

Whom I always feared

Whom I praised as saviour

Spectates as I die of hunger

Interweaved with an ethnic rapier.

Now that my tribe is turned to a hopper

Why aren’t you traversing in a chopper?

As you did when my hand you needed

What crime did I commit?

Now that to justice you won’t submit.

What M.O.U did I breach?

That my children wander in blood and starvation

While yours enjoy away from the commotion

Now that the nation is fragmented

What tear will you shed for the tear?

SOPHISTICATED

My class is higher and learned

Guess, I’m not worth that less

My cheeks are round and dimpled

I was born free of any stress

I deserve much more than you possess.

Try the girls across the street

They are simpler, of your class

Less sophisticated than I am

Less educated as you are

Perfect partners for your kind.

Die salivating for my cascadious hips

Cry imagining kissing my pompous lips

Watch as my gracious love slowly slips

Wishing for once I’d fall for you

Praying that I turn an eye towards you.

My heart is valued in millions

My love is only traded for higher doctorates

Not simple jargons from the bush

Turn your eye across the divide

And search for one who suits your ride