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Friday, April 29, 2011

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.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

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.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

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.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

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.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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?

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

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.