If i die tonight

I’m tired of keeping quiet,

Targeting my people with negativity,

Leaving them hungry, no need to diet,

Death is the only way out, our positivity.

If I die today,

Maybe I don’t last tonight,

This writing I pray,

Free our minds not to give up the fight.

The tribeless makes us tribal,

The rich wants us poor,

The Christians find solace in the bible,

Forgetting the verse that we ought to be doers.

Happy that I have brothers and sisters in this war,

Never relenting and calling it in black and white,

We are the voice of the voiceless and upholders of law,

The reminder that a people united are mighty.

I have witnessed the ‘corrupt’ step aside,

I have also witnessed ‘wadi’ rot inside,

The sycophants say it’s a noble gesture,

The corrupt keep increasing their venture.

The word of God if clear on the last days,

There will be pastor Kanyaris,

Who will do just anything for the pays,

To have a good night time in nyali.

With leaders that are God ‘chosen’,

Yet seems to be corrupt & tribal frozen,

Leading a nation that is psychologically broken,

In servitude our souls were long stolen.

If I still die tonight,

Imma want to keep saying what’s right,

Keep trying to bring some to the light,

Before all is lost by this mashetani vampire bite.

Moments for Life

Sometimes I treasure each moment I see worth,
Days later I can still recall each tik tok as if its my heart beat.
My memory never loses such moments, they form part of me,
Sometimes I lose chances in my life, No, actually I throw them away,
My face filled with pride I find hard to fill it with a smile even if fake,
my expectations so high even the rainy clouds stretch their vision to see.

I am lost in my own maze, this maze called life,
I take each step with boldness that reflect just how lost I am,
I see myself as my own guide but the fact is that I am lost in my own maze,
My thoughts are my map and those around me are the guides,
Like Delilah, I am shaved but by Him I am saved

Later letter

I wanted to write a letter,

To my long lost crush, I just met her,

It felt good being together,

Each second with her lasted forever.

Her dimple had grown deeper,

Beautiful with a smile that’s a killer,

Her big, white eyes looked eager,

I’d be a fool not to try making her my hearts pillar.

I could fantasize about the twins in her blouse,

The taste of her kiss,

As walked her to her house,

This was just brain bursting bliss.

Stuck in her house,

The rain can’t stop falling,

Not that I’m complaining,

It’s a blessing making me feel like a boss.

I wanted to write a letter,

Being stuck with her is better,

I have tasted her red lips that are now wetter,

I guess I not leaving anytime soon, later.

One Moment at a Time

Living one moment at a time,
Taking in each breath as the last,
Bending to the whispers of the wind,
Submitting to the surprises of life,
Being surprised by life itself.

Sweeping myself off my feet by love,
Spreading love to those who realise,
Only after you're tired  of showing it to them.

Taking in news with the force it carries,
Loving while not knowing the feeling at the other end,
Walking back and forth in a tunnel:
Hoping that light will shine at the other end.

Making friends and forgetting more,
Giving each one time and a role too,
Living for them but not dying for them,
Watching their dreams wane,
Just like mine,  maybe just faster.

Living one moment at a time,
That's how I prefer to stay,
I have chased after love,
Now I will just for this magician called time.