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.

I Can't Erase You

My mornings are all spent
looking up at my ceiling;
seeing your face spread on the white paint.

The sole bulb in my room is your navel,
sometimes I believe you are actually painted there,
but it is always a projection of my thoughts.

There is nowhere else I would want you but by my side,
each and every morn, your arm on my chest,
I am pretty sure I'd always smile at you Pretty.

I would tread my paths with delightful care,
only to see you again in one piece at dusk.

I would explore you like a rat in a maze,
Only that my maze would be sealed by your charm,
I wouldn't be helpless because in you I find a solace;
Your smile with lazy eyes would be my healer, I'd be your patient.
My dose I'd never miss, because it is you.

I wouldn't buy a telescope;
I would stare at the stars in your eyes,
My hands would get dirty but never rough;
I wouldn't want to mess with your tenderness;
My voice would be your lullaby because in it you are soothed;
I wouldn't strain myself, even you,
because in you I find a resort; a place I can call home.

Halfway to the Moon

I stood on the vast plain yesternight,
my eyes were attached to the stars,
I wanted to go to the Moon,
and to reach there, so I was advised
I had to fix my aim to the stars yonder.

I glid, slowly through the sweet warm evening air,
with just one yearnin', one call,
I moved further higher, leaving Earth to its misery,
I felt wet all over,
the clouds, a sight to behold!

I moved higher,
the moon grew bigger,
my body began to freeze, and so did my mind.

If I left earth,
would I ever behold the beauty of the rising sun?
Would I feel warmth of my family,
would I jump at the sight of my love?
would I even have the gravity to hold me down to my seat,
with my buddies as we watched soccer?
Would I have the pleasure of strolling the sidewalks,
taking in the aroma of mixed dinners in the hood?
I looked back down,
and oh! it was the best sight!
I fell down, down, down to my Earth,
my home, where I belong


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Walletine

Valentine is over dear,

Just like the day before you are still near,

With you I don’t live in this euphoria fear,

What to buy you, where to take you, all that for one day love a year.

Walletine is over as well,

I didn’t have to promise you a night of diamond; to hell,

You know that villa rosa kempinski hotel,

I know you prefer golden love to dwell.

Wasn’t our night more special?

The love we made with your crazy super sexy flexibility that was tangential,

With rhythms that were perfectly in sync without any differential,

Sure love; our night was more presidential.

Each day is always special with you,

We woke up still attached like glue,

Kissed to reaffirm that it’s true,

If it’s about us, I wouldn’t ask my shoe.

That Sauti sol song “mama papa” playing smoothly in the background,

I need to keep you forever in my life around,

Our marriage will be perfectly profound,

Always be my only queen that’s love crowned,

Let this love be timeless.

Two Shades of Gray

I heard of a voice down the alley,
the first thought was a couple, a whisper of the lady,
taken high by the tight clutch of her man,
also taken high, with lust, like a jet with no parachute,
my conscience held a ceremonial fight with my feet,
like a kid who has been promised candy,
only and only if he doesn't touch the toy.

My feet evidently won the battle,
for the next minute I found myself walking down the alley,
literally creeping,
like whatever I wanted to see held the key to my breath.

The voice grew louder with each step I took,
like I was pumping energy into it,
it was a low voice, the kind you hear on rare occasions,
an indication of extreme emotions or feelings.

Ever observed the antennae of a cockroach when it senses your presence?
I couldn't describe my curiosity any other way,
my adrenaline was moving at paces I trust my feet could never achieve,
my curiosity moved me on and on.

What I saw moved my heart into my throat, literally,
I almost threw up,
a lady lay there, no longer human,
her face covered in her own blood,
I think she looked up to me,
and drew in her last.

Room Nine

Tonight she came late,

I had been sitting in our usual room nine waiting for my date,

We have been doing this discreetly for some months now, about eight,

Just love no hate.

Room nine was a neutral place,

For our discretion this would mean no trace,

She’d always make an appearance from the back door to hide her face,

What we did meant we had to be safe.

She came in dressed in a black trench coat,

This erased all the anger for keeping me waiting,

It was like I was programmed and she had the remote,

As she unbuttoned I felt like she had kept me forever wanting.

This wasn’t different from the norm,

All that’s cold sinful but still warm,

If either of our partners knew it would cause a storm,

We never shared anything personal, all pleasure and best to perform.

This was a first,

Deep as we quenched our lust,

Someone knocked at the door,

My guess is as good as yours, I still don’t know.