Another Morning

It is another morning,
The sun has just rose,
The rays are still warm,
The night in our mind is still fresh,
So is the dew between our toes.

The night was dark,
We groped and turned,
Waited for the first ray of light,
But the night dragged on.

The cold tormented,
The loneliness reigned,
Itches and bites,
Don't forget the buzz out of the net,
The night dragged on.

We heard a shout nay, a scream,
'Msiniue'
Then we heard no more,
We felt bad, not that we feared,
But because we felt for her,
As we do to many other each second night.

The night dragged on,
Then we heard a song,
Ringing through the quiet night,
We knew it was Tom,
The drunkard who came home early ,
In the morning I mean,
Singing hard rock in slurred speech.

We knew dawn was drawing near,
So we turned for the last time,
Our eyes to the window,
Waiting for the first light,
Another sleepless night.

But,
Its morning

At the sea shore

Your love is like sea breeze

It has always been calming my heart,

Like the sea itself,

It floods up my heart with love,

Like the sand along the shore,

You make me move slow even when I want to move fast,

Like the sun setting down the sea,

You make my heart beautiful,

Like a soft breezy wind,

You whisper in my ears the words of love,

I love you.

You say you love me

My Love, do you love me?
Yes of course, do you doubt?

My Love, can you lend me an ear?
Of course, even my heart, why ask?

My Love, do you like my whisper in your ear?
Of course, it turns me on.

My Love, would you survive without me?
Yes, but it would be boring, why ask?

My Love, do you enjoy breaking my heart?
No, in fact I have never, have I?

My Love, you are attached to that phone,
You pamper and wipe it each time,
Since I came, not once has it escaped your grip,
I asked you how much it cost, you said a fortune,
I don't know how much I cost.

My love, I asked you to lend me an ear,
And you lent me an ear (and a heart too)
You lent me, yes, you lent me,
By dropping one earphone,
Then replaced it after a while.

My Love, I whispered in your ear,
You cringed, as if I spit mosquitoes,
Your skin tensed, your shoulders rose,
Your blood rushed,
I withdrew, I didn't want to kill you with a cardiac arrest.

I can see your phone lacks even a single scratch,
When my heart beats with caution,
The wounds may open up,
It has been scratched and scathed by you,
I would't want it to beat with more breaks,
It may eventually break down.

You say you would be bored without me,
How many times have I laughed alone,
And waited for you to laugh,
Only to hear your giggle,
Not for my silly joke,
But because a stupid cartoon popped up in your whatsapp group.

Let me leave through that door,
And give you time with your true Love,
I wish you two a happy ever after

Her face tells it all

Her face tells a tale, so sad her tongue finds no word,
She reaches for her leso, the only comforter left,
She cries for her late husband, yet no grave to show,
Her pot lies on embers, the only reminder that she had a shelter.
She sniffs, not from fever, but from the tears that clot her speech.

She wishes her husband would be called Tom Ahmed Omondi Macharia,
At least he would be safe from harm,
In sunshine he would adopt a pair
Then at dusk take the remaining two,
He would be a chameleon, safe from prey as predator.

She looks at her son, modelling a gun from ash mixed with clay,
He seems happy, creating something he is used to seeing,
Little does he know that it took a father from him with a single spit,
And turned their hut to ash, the same ash and clay he models with.
Maybe he misses his sister, who was taken away,
By the great who took away his father's breathe.

She is a widow at 26, she takes up the role of the breadwinner,
Though with taxes, she remembers the taste of bread
as much as she remembers the days of Maziwa ya Nyayo.

She is aware of women empowerment, but it is just like gossip to her,
With her primary education, and fatherless family,
With a scant neighbourhood, no medical care in sight,
She has her own shortcomings to fight, and mosquitoes too.

Her smile is stale, it tells a tale,
Her appetite turned stale, her taste of the last meal is turned pale,
She has looked to the road for aid,
But her pregnant eyes made an empty delivery,
She remembers the governor's promise,
As much as he doesn't remember it.
Just look at her, her face tells it all.

Wish List

I wish

I could swim in the deep waters like fish

Reach the core of the earth

The beginning of love and wrath

To know the path to your heart

I wish

To know what you think of me

What you thought of me

What your mind holds of me

What you expect of me

I wish

 To build more dreams with you in my arms

In wonderland with beautiful flower farms

Beautiful colour’s not like the worlds white black and red

One of each kind

Making our hearts one of a kind

I wish

 For rains to fall on me

 When am outside it would wash away my tears

In the dark to hide my fears

The truth is hard to hear

Too hard to bear when I see her

Glum I tell you not a cheer

I wish to turn back the arms of time

To be where it all started

To evade sitting next to you

But even so

My heart would have wanted

To still be where it all started

I wish

To stop thinking of you

To stop writing of you

To stop the beautiful dreams

To start a beautiful reality

How my mind brings it in clarity

I wish

To write a new poem

To end the wish list

To crash it by my fist

To write a dance song

That begins “for you I long”

For you I long

My soul, heart and love

I pour to thee my love

To you only I love....

I wish I could continue with this one

A love poem for my only one

I wish.

Democracy Redefined

[A DEMOnstration of aristoCRACY]

Once I was told, 'Tomorrow looks bright'
Now I see the bright side always faces away from me,
Each passing day my sun hides behind a cloud.

My cloud lost its silver lining, and opted for cheaper coal.
A promise is always made to me, they have plenty of them,
None of them passes the incubation stage.

Of all happy days I have spent,
None ended with a day-long smile on my face,
Everything on my mind is awful, they have taught me independence.

Vulnerable to their trick, I fell victim,
Oblivious of my state, I claimed independence from my neighbour,
To me he was made a stranger, he is of a different tongue, I was told,
Excluded him from my list of love.

Known him for ages, always ready to come to help,
I turned on him, almost a decade ago, and threw him out,
Left his house in flames, as my brainwashed body was thirsty for revenge,
Left me with no neighbour, with no helper, no comforter
Ego gone, and so are the politicians, nay cheats,
Do they bring food to my table, as my neughbour used to?

Utter a single word to console me, the word is peace,
Show me a single voice in the political pack that carries the word.

Shame on them, who carry all our votes,
Licking our memories and filling us with sweet empty words,
Offloading our minds by replacing worries with fairy tales,
Working with their brains to turn our friends into foes,
Leaving us divided, knowing that divided we can't stand against them,
Yokes of tribalism; thats what they give us for free.

When shall we get back our brains?
How hard we promise ourselves, that we won't give them a chance
Enter another half decade and we give them another chance,
Not knowing it is the same old dog with a new bark.

When shall the majority have a say,
Equal to these aristocrats?

What shall I do to get my neighbour back?
Each day my sore gets more painful, the sore of my heart,
Ready to be enlarged by the shocking daily news,
Everyday folks taking away lives, as if they were on offer.

God help us out, for all we do is brought down by the few,
In fact, a handful, just that they outsmart us all,
Veer our minds from violence and bloody tribalism,
Endangering our pride, our survival, our lives.
No more bloodshed is my dream.

To me all I have is ours, because we are the nation, we own the country,
How we live, is what determines our future's future,
Old hatred pulls us back; listening and not thinking is our sweet poison,
Unveiling our weaknesses, draining us of God-granted potential.
Grant me words to say, for my heart threatens to break,
Help me achieve a single dream, just one, just a single plea,
To build one Kenya, a true bloodless Kenya, a patriotic mind,
Sow peace and love, united by our unity, let patriotism be the keeper.

Open letter to Uhuru Odinga

I take this opportunity,

To represent my country community,

We have watched you two with humility,

Taking each other as a liability,

Toying with our psychological capability,

Taking your tribal dependability,

To intimidate the others credibility

Kenyans have died for both of you,

While you accuse the other knew,

Taking hardline position with your crew,

Kenyans populations is growing few,

Wearing your sad face, to correct each other’s story as untrue,

Holding us ransom you two,

I hope you see that our skies are dark as yours are blue.

As you debate your dialogue,

A conversation between two one “digital & the other analog”

As a poet I converse in monologue,

Between me my pen and my poetry book catalog,

If targeted for my tribe I die alone,

Victors of your drama, we die in your combat zone,

Truth be told we are tired to offer our lives for you to loan.

You refer to each other as brother,

While in public you want us to hate one another,

Sons of the first prominent fathers,

While you set the agendas for your next meeting,

Make sure to add one for me,

At least this is for all of us,

We are tired and we need you to work for the development of our nation.

Just Hold me Close

We are friends,
I can't say we are the best,
But  at least we have the taste.

We  were in a heated chat session,
I asked you a question
If you could do me a favour,
Then you went silent,
Just because it was midmonth,You thought it was all about money.

I don't want money,
I just need you close,
I want to whisper what is in my heart,
I want to let you know my sadness,
I want to be soothed,
All I need is a friendly cuddle.

Stuck in here

I am stuck in here,
I feel out of place,
I came to pray,
But I fell prey to stares.

I am the only one in dull clothes,
Flashy labels cover me all round,
Three piece suits that bring a hot shiver,

Bright colours barely concealing cleavages,
Pieces of cloth that touch the thigh,
And steal your eyes.

So its in the middle of the sermon,
He says we should read the Word,
Well, I pull out the Good Book.

He reads just a verse,
And talks
And talks,
Nothing related to the word.
He is absent minded,
Listening to him are more absent minds.

Then comes the favourite session,
When people compete,
On who will 'please god more'

I thought the left hand must not know what the right gives.

 I have to leave,
I need to turn a new leaf,
This one is clearly greased.

Rise above tribe

Tribalism is real,

It’s not a friend to make a deal,

It’s the devil that collects its kill bill,

No one choose his/her tribe by will,

Then let’s not choose a tribe to kill.

I have been a victim, not that I care,

A feeling so rare,

If you haven’t experienced don’t dare,

Nor is it nice to compare,

A neighbour, friend, etc. targeting you by your tribe, that’s not fair.

Mine happened in the dark of nights,

A day before MP Mugabe Were saw his last of lights,

A battle of the weak and might,

The issue being tribe never black and whites,

Better be wrong with a tribe that right.

Friends I grew up with,

Up to now I wish it was just a myth,

Encouraged by the political filth,

To remove guns and pangas from their sheath,

To kill and destroy more than the sharks teeth

I live to preach peace,

To tell that politicians will share your every piece,

You will rest in peace,

On graves that we will lease,

A poor life that none will miss.

A sad story that I hate telling,

A caution to the political following,

We choose peace not as a feeling,

As a right to all Kenyan being,

We can all rise above the standards the politicians are setting,

I am Kenyan first.