Run away

She was,

That is long time ago,

She used to be a village girl,

Dust made ninety percent of her makeup,

Before the cock she would wake up,

She had the biggest of dreams,

Her hair longer than the longest of streams,

Her smile brighter than the brightest of moons.

She couldn’t wait to finish her schooling,

Soon she’d be in the biggest of cities,

A faster life for her choosing,

She couldn’t wait for the nice linen to cover her titties,

She wanted to be a designer,

A manager,

She wanted them all.

The gate way to the city was through her uncle,

The man he adored for the praises he got for being successful after moving to the city,

He told nice stories of how the city was magical,

He smelled of the sweetest fragrance,

The ladies at the village would talk of his elegance,

He was untouchable by a glance.

Paper bag check,

Sunday best check,

Slippers check,

At list that was what she wore with the paper bag carrying some yams for the uncle,

She was on time to board a bus to the city,

The first time in a moving house.

He picked her at the station,

He was a gentleman,

At list he was,

She was wowed by the tall buildings,

The uncountable cars,

The unconcerned people that she said hi to,

This was a journey in dreamland.

They walked fast,

She couldn’t trace her way back,

A little too many turns,

They didn’t even stop for lunch,

He was taking her to his place,

She was to join some collage,

That’s what she thought.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

A beautiful lady opened,

They were welcomed well,

Her uncle had a beautiful wife one for the town,

They talked for a while and he left for work,

She could smell success following her.

That’s the last she saw of her uncle,

She was being taken to work as a house maid,

Confused and she is never paid,

The woman who welcomed them now her employer,

She pays the uncle for her work,

She now wants to go back,

She is a run away who cant find her home.

Clowned

I still view your profile,

Though I don’t comment nor like,

I pose on your wall for a while,

Your every smile gives me psyche,

His arms around you bursts my bile,

For that next time imma go on strike.

I’m angry because I used to look good with you,

Not because we used to screw,

Id treat nice like a mzungu on a lake view,

I wouldn’t make wait on a queue,

You were the only one in a few,

Every morning looked promisingly new.

I have one of my own,

For your information am never alone,

She took over the second you were gone,

My whole heart is her zone,

Shes crunchy like an ice cream cone,

Always connected like my phone.

I did get your text,

Asking me whats next,

If I want to get sexed,

I didn’t reply because I was vexed,

She was busy removing my vest,

Thanking me for being her best.

I’m sorry I can’t be around,

But I’m now love bound,

In the morning I hear a sweet sound,

Not a groan of a person frowned,

Keep your drowned,

Forever I’ll never be found.

Bed of roses

This evening I’m watching and writing,

I pull my stool to the window sighing,

A cigarette stick between my lips and candle lighting,

 Thoughts of romance in my mind fighting.

A young couple pass holding tight,

With a smile I enlarge the curtains of my sight,

I can’t miss this even for a dark night,

With every darkness drop I open them wide.

They walk more slowly and finally stop,

This is a perfect spot,

The man talks as he touches the ladies face,

Confused as if he is trying to wipe away her daze.

Suddenly drops of tear flow from her eyes,

Followed by deep gasps of breath,

Hugged closely I could see his chest rub her breast,

Air tight they were closely pressed.

This was no night like others,

I’m used to pure romance, flowers, kisses, poetry in motion,

I put my pen down,

I decided this  time imma be part of the scene.

Walked out of the comfort of my house,

Walked towards the couple,

Threw my cigarette stick down,

Blew out the smoke to the skies.

Asked the lady if everything was fine,

This would maybe kill the curiosity of mine,

Her eyes were bulgy,

Cried like she was in a room full of smoke and fuggy.

She said with a calm voice,

I had lost my first pregnancy,

The doctors said I’d never conceive,

After receiving my tests today,

We agreed to read them far away from home, here.

I’m pregnant and this is where we made this kid,

Muliro gardens.

Desire

When we kiss,
Our souls intertwin,
We are one in a line,
I cant wait for her to be mine.

The thoughts of her,
Drives me fast like a ferrari car,
I get high like i own a bar,
I give myself props and call me sir.

I want her by my side,
If blind shes my sight,
A kiss in the morning light,
I cant want wait for our first night.

She says she has one,
The person to call the only one,
Shes got me confused,
When shes mine her boy will call me the accused.

I dream of her by my side,
I'd be her sweet ride,
Her strong tide,
Her shores when shes all tired.

I want her period!
For my life time period,
Never monthly period,
She is my only key, serial

I Do

She walked towards me,

She looked worried like she’s being chased by bees,

She hugs me tight like its’ been a century since,

Maybe she heard I’ve joined the army and am soon leaving,

That would be a bad lie,

With calm breath I could feel her sigh,

Not letting go,

She whispers in my ear.

“I’m sorry,

I don’t want to make you worry,”

Immediately I knew she wants to call it off,

I could only see her lips move,

I dint want to listen to the whole ‘fucked up’ explanation,

I was here not long time ago with my ex,

Now she wants to be a part of the statistic,

After her am never going back,

Now I think relationships suck.

A crowd gather,

My mind is far away further,

I already see people whispering with smiles,

I hoped for the angels to drop and fly me to far away miles,

Where I’d rest my now overworking pancreatic bile’s,

Where a man can cry without being worried of who is looking.

Back to reality,

Her lips now moves slow,

I now listen to her every word,

She says I’m her world,

I make it go round,

In my thoughts her heart beats you could hear the sound,

With that and more,

She comes close,

Kisses me light,

Asks if I could marry her,

Its’ been too long and she is tired to wait for me to ask,

I say yes and listen to the crowd applause as we kiss,

With a realization

that if you take long she will propose,

If you love her you won’t oppose.

Photo Album

Music playing in the background,

Old skul HipHop playing aloud,

Through my laptop I hoover around,

I bump into a folder named lost and found.

This folder has all that my eyes need,

Out of this world my past deed,

Ladies that I tried to seed,

Friends and family that our names would be in the first page of a read.

It had photos,

Photos of friends that have now become distant,

One we clicked instant,

Now apart like a nose and a scent that’s unpleasant.

This photo, a girl that was my first,

My smile fades away fast,

She taught me not to keep it past my lust,

And that love is the disease of the cursed.

A group photo of my buddies playing poker,

Another one as we are watching soccer,

We were friends in good and bad you wouldn’t miss a joker,

We were livin’ la vidaloca.

This is a funny one,

I dint take this one but I stole it for its background,

This beautiful girl that I lusted then,

The main focus of the photo a girl I had then.

A photo of my brother and I still young and innocent,

We were strong together,

We were the double dragons,

We fought each and for each other.

Another photo of two grown men,

Am taller and bigger than him,

Yet he is the stronger of us,

He reminds me of the beautiful past yet the best are to come.

Mama always looks beautiful by my side,

We resemble and she is beautiful too,

For her I wouldn’t keep a photo,

She’s always in my mind, heart and soul.

My family is extraordinarily big,

We would make twenty teams in a league,

My family is never described by extended,

Family is family be it a friend, cousin, brother, mother, etc. we are all close.

Am missing one of my papa,

All I have I a letter,

His words forms images that I can’t explain,

Missing his is all that I complain.

The one I’m holding now if of a poet,

A future poet my son,

Her mums’ smiles brighter than Kalahari deserts sun,

At the back side i have written ‘my clan’,

I did this knowing she will always be the one.

Music stops,

My photos are done,

In my heart they are one,

A reminder of where I came from,

Family and friends that I have lost in my journey,

Family and friends that I still keep and help me through,

All I can do is imagine my future photos,

But without them all I can only see a vacuum not even me inside.