Paupers House

The doormat says welcome,

The door is never closed,

With strength it’s never forced,

Flower garden surrounds,

The harvest is in plenty,

Because no flower is eaten.

The room is full of life’s,

Roaches and rats have wives,

All sharing the hive,

The spoon, plate, fork and a knife,

For that is their dive.

The walls tremble when the wind blows,

As it is built so,

Too bright is the room for,

It is thought it was built near the sun soar,

When the rains falls, oh

 It creeps in slow,
  And hits the earthed ground low.

Cha Cha Cha

The sun glows red,

It’s time for it to rest,

The skin that basked in the sun ready,

It was time to put it to test.

All gathered excited about the night,

Knew everything was right,

It was in a dim light,

Never could one lose sight.

The skin vibrated violently vigorously,

The orchestra and band chanted rigorously,

All to the local vocal songs,

It felt nice because it was long.

She shook her hips cha cha cha,

One would think it was chakacha,

A boneless body to dance kwasa kwasa,

Which her body said sawa sawa.

All her competitors mouth agape,

In record we would tape,

A new dancer with a step,

To us she was a queen to ape.

A Girls Dream

“Last year today he had raped me,

Now my bundle of joy is just three months old,

Happy for him but inside am cold,

Before the act I was a girl made of gold,

Listening to this big army man of the story untold,

With his experience now I know why only few are told.

I was a village girl with dreams,

In love with men who would do the extremes,

Moving into their poetic words streams,

But this one was the devil in disguise,

With his “love” I got baptized,

Drowned in it now am traumatized.

 I held to the promise that I’d do this after marriage,

He kept on insisting that I’m a coward, I should have courage,

He used my love for him as leverage,

I’d do it but I had to keep the heritage,

Impatience made him drug my beverage,

Took advantage and wished I had a miscarriage.”

I write this story as the son to this beast,

My sun rises from the west not east,

My heart is clouded by mist,

Tired of always cutting my wrist,

To let this story be heard at least.

Ole Lenku

One of our Cabinet Secretary,

Leading the “best” of the police & military,

Envisaged to end the Alshabab mercenary.

Languishing with work that has been done by the legendary,

Ending up with ideas that have proved to be unnecessary,

Not forgetting the Tint in his vocabulary,

Kenyans hope your job is temporary,

Uneven combination with his friend from the seminary.