Cake

If every strand of her hair said I love you,

All my bald head would say I have you,

Every time I touch her head,

Like Samson I'd grow from strength to strength.

I'd write her a poem, 

About a cake,

How I'd eat her up in the morning to make her awake,

She'd be sugar free,

That's what she's getting from the tree.

If her lips were grapes,

It'd be of many shapes,

Mine would mould hers,

Tickling her like the furs,

Holding never to let go,

She makes my time slow.

This is a random thought,

Of a woman I sought, 

The woman that's dope,

The woman that's hope,

My only,

My homely,

My poetry.

Life

She walks slowly down the matatus stairs,

Looking tired and unbothered by everyone’s stares,

She stands hands on her waist,

I walk towards her in haste,

Helping her with her heavy bag,

Stretching my other arm to hug.

How was your travel?

“Long and tiring” she replies as he scratches her navel,

Silently we walk towards home,

Figuring what to ask about where she’s from,

I could tell it’s heavier on her than the way it looks,

Physically and mentally draining like I read in the books.

We were a few weeks late,

She didn’t like the obscured fate,

Her kicks gave us hope,

Unborn yet she was already dope,

The reality of life brought that smile,

Forget being tired it was worthwhile.

I got in with my girl for our blessing,

Got out with two a feeling many keep on guessing,

All she wanted was me being next to her,

From within I couldn’t afford to be far,

The night before was a fairy tale,

Now and forever in love we sail.

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Just about curfew o'clock

The hour is 1830,
Half an hour left to get nasty,
The roads become dusty,
The police become naughty.

I see a young man running,
definitely not an evening exercise,
in efforts no to compromise,
a previous beating through canning.

Its now 1845,
Everybody looks busy like a bee in a hive,
In haste just to survive,
You can miss COVID-19 but you have to be home to stay alive.

Police brutality is real,
Some survive yet they cant heal,
we must call it our to deal,
Lest your turn you be served the same meal.

Wash your hands with running water and  soap,
Stay alive to spread the hope,
COVID-19 is a passing wind we will cope,
Its now 1900 hours i must Stop.

She hit him in the nuts

She hit him in the nuts,
Its may sound crazy but he had to pee on himself,
You could say she had guts,
Maybe protecting herself.

It all started when he felt attracted to her,
Gained courage after some sips from the bar,
Staggering he entered his car,
Stepped on the accelerator like he was driving far.

Leaving skid marks and a creaking sound,
On lookers left with mouths open loud,
He was fearless and to her place bound,
Crossing fingers to find her around.

She was a nurse and worked long hours,
On her free time she did gardening,
She had long hair the fell from her head towers,
Easy, beautiful and hardening.

On arrival he lost control,
Drove his car over her garden,
Stopped by a tree and lucky he didn't roll,
This was bad all over sudden.

She came running to save a life,
As a nurse that was her drive,
He came out falling from his (in reverse) 405,
On the ground saying "will you be my wife."

Realising his intention,
The mess he has caused her,
A dangerous invention,
So she hit him in the nuts.

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Through the window

There is a loud bang on the door,

That sends shivers to the core,

The first one throws him to the floor,

He has to be quick if there would be more.

“Open up you bastard!”

“I must have my answers tonight!”

“I’ll eat you like mustard”

“There no way out without a fight”

So he whispers to her asking for the easiest way out,

She hesitates and he thinks maybe through the window,

Quickly he runs toward the window without a doubt,

Bam, he screams as the second bang shatters the door.

He enters breathing fire,

A red dot can be seen with mild smoke,

He passes the blunt through the wire,

Smiling and says it was all a joke.

It’s already 6.59,

Enough of the smoke stories,

Running home not to worries,

Tomorrow will be a better day.

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A Man

I took a break,
Came back engaged,
Seen my dreams in my wake,
As fine wine i'm aged.

I have a daughter now,
Beautiful as her mother,
Love, care, guidance and all i vow,
she maybe a better poet than her father.

My wife, bae, love and sugar,
How lucky i got,
My salad pool with a sprinkle of vinegar,
I do love her a lot.

A man i'm becoming,
better than what i was dreaming,
I promise to write again more,
setting our imagination of the shore.

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#Only

I’d want to say you are my only,

When it comes to matters love am holy,

I wouldn’t want to make you homely,

Not to make me lonely.

#PhoneCall

I have been staring at my phone for long,

Waiting for a call,

Your call,

Just a ring,

My heart will sing,

If not,

Just a beep,

To let me know you think of me,

Or your phone does,

Because I will call,

Asking the reason for the beep,

Just to listen to your voice,

Then I’ll take my time to hung up,

I’ll let you know of my day,

Nothing much,

It started with the thought of you and well, now am talking to you,

I’d ask about you,

Shiver with every sound of your words,

Link the sound of your breathe to mine,

Ask you out to take wine,

Maybe also dine,

Only if I had credit,

I’d stop staring at this phone,

Call you without the thought of a beep,

Wish you a good night sleep.

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.