Silly

As wine flowed into her mouth,
So were the tears on her cheeks,
With each sip her tears dried,
At least it made a happy lie.

She had done it a second time,
This time she thought she’d not cry,
Maybe if she wouldn’t have tried,
She wouldn’t have gotten to a series of murder.

This would have been her second born,
The man she loves didn’t want the first one,
So she choose her happiness to please him,
She’d forever be treated like a door mat.

Ignorant she’d say he loves her,
Maybe after a while he’d want a good one,
At least one that they both planned for,
Pity her judgement was poor.

A day ago before her todays drink,
She was pregnant and happy he wanted this one,
On telling the good news,
That’s when he got to beat her as an excuse.

It started with a slap,
Then sweetheart am sorry I didn’t mean to slap you,
Now she’s miscarried,
But he doesn’t seem worried

Hustler

Eyes red like there’s a bonfire from hell,

Not even a blink would consume the flames in his eyes,

His mouth bulges on one side,

Like he has a rugby ball in it,

He keeps on talking while chewing,

All green in there like he is padded with grass,

His shirt is half buttoned,

One could count his ribs,

Maybe a high school kid would learn better bone structure here,

His waist had a black paper bag,

This carried the greens he was chewing,

From his breath you wouldn’t need an Alco-blow,

Already my nose was numb,

His back pocket had this clear liquor,

On taking a sip his face would show a lot of pain,

You could tell it was bitter,

As the matatu is taking off,

The conductor parts away with a coin,

He is back to calling on commuters to fill another matatu,

And another poet to write about him,

He is an epitome of a hustler.

Like My Mobile

You are worth more to my heart than my mobile phone,

With a sweet voice that’s better than its usual ring tone,

I’d still have you when all is gone,

That way, am assured am never alone.

My phone a connection to my imaginary world,

While you make my real world,

An African lady with curves that’s round,

To you I’m forever bound.

Remember the photo we took together with my camera phone,

People said that’s a happy family,

Well they are right,

When I took one with my phone alone,

They called it a selfie,

That to me sounded more like selfish.

You keep me warm,

The phone just makes me look norm,

Without your connection am always out of form,

Like a tsunami made out of a bad storm.

A reply to Namatsis’ Like your mobile phone

Tamed

From where I was sited,

She stood in front of me with a short dress that’s fitted,

I could imagine her body only that it was covered by a tight thin piece of cloth,

Making my pole face the true north.

He boobs were cup shaped & my hands became itchy for a touch,

Her small nipples protruded pointing me,

As if warning me of the danger I’d go through to lick them,

If I’d get them they would know that all that we both want is the same.

As she turned to move away,

I could tell this was my day,

I could imagine her walking very slowly in a slow motion,

I think she could have given me some obsessive potion.

Her legs were the light kind chocolate,

Curved with perfection like she’d be the only lady with this part of the body called legs,

I’d kiss them from the feet up through the lap,

Leaving traces of a love bite map.

Her scent as she sat next to me I’d tell it was made from cupid’s breath,

She sat there carelessly as she didn’t worry of the weapon I had in length,

My mind wildly undressing her and making love to her,

My body wishing we could be at par,

But at the back of my mind we had a deal,

I had to tame me.