Bestfriend

On this particular day,

I knew there would no tomorrow without a say,

I called her last night and we would meet at the beach as the sun sets,

This was our ideal place for sex,

Theoretically yes we would,

I don’t want to sound rude,

But I’d go crazy just seeing her nude.

So as you read I waited,

The blazing red ball sunk in the horizon,

The winds kissed my body calmly until now it was cold,

The oceans got bored of me being waiting that the waters hit my legs hard,

At list they washed away the dung I has stepped with my feet, am glad,

My worry made me look like an armless guard.

I wanted to call her,

But I had forgotten my phone as I hurriedly went to our rendezvous,

My thoughts of her made me calm down,

After all she will always be there after this evening,

We have always been a pair,

We are one if we are to be fair.

How do I tell her that I’m in love?

She is my best friend,

She knows my all,

She knows my every move,

She knows how my future plans,

She knows my past deeds,

When am angry she knows what to say,

She even spots my preys,

But this time round it’s her I pray,

I’m in love with my best friend and I don’t know how to say.

As I continue waiting,

Darkness consumes me,

Hoping my best friend will light up my night,

She’ll maybe make being my wife,

I want her more and never less than a friend,

I guess I’ll just wait and hope she shows up.

Easy way out

This is what I’d call a perfect start to my weekend,

Flushing down a glass of Vodka in a second,

It brings the Truest of me I don’t have to pretend,

To my loved ones I can’t stop but defend.

It started rather slow,

I hadn’t any plans for a show,

Things just happen without my know,

Now am around pretty girls and I can’t get my ass to go.

This girl next to me,

let’s call her Bree,

Tall as a tree,

Boobs dropping out you don’t struggle to see.

She’s fine as hell,

Confused as well,

Looking anxious for a male,

I can tell she’s easy to nail.

My eyes still stuck to the girl passing by,

I can tell she’s sweet like a meat pie,

I know my gut is telling me to try,

Knowing when in she’ll definitely sigh.

She has a big ass,

A smile that you can’t pass,

A wound that I can imagine to nurse,

Repeatedly not once.

She was heading to the ladies,

Came back and I stopped her,

I said, "would you love to dance with me'

She said "I like your gut but you don’t know me.'

Tried to explain that I want her,

She ranked me top of her bar,

She didn’t want one of her per,

I had no money like her.

Now am stuck,

A man with no luck,

It’s all getting clouded and dark,

But the chick that’s easy is tall and I don’t give a fuq.

15th Jan

She slept next to me dead,

I touched he face so tenderly,

I knew she could feel the touch,

She turned and opened her small eyes with a smile,

Kissed her and said goodnight.

Earlier in the day was her birthday,

I had not forgotten as during the week we were both excited about it ,

I wanted to make her day,

I wanted to take her far away,

I wanted the memories for long to stay.

I took her for dinner,

Sulking as I had not bought her any present,

 I thought to myself she already has me what more,

But my girl is just beautifully difficult to say no to,

I had a surprise.

I passed to her a locket,

It had two photos,

One of a beautiful lady I knew long ago,

And the other of her when she was a month old,

That lady was her mom and I had never talked of her since.

She had never seen her,

She left us when she gave birth to her,

I held her in my arms and have never disappointed her wishes for our girl,

At list I have always tried my best,

She’s always been the bird in my nest.

She laughed of the stories I told about her mom,

The first time we met,

How I struggled to speak my heart as I fell in love with her,

The day I tried cheating and I almost lost her,

How she smiled through difficulties and gave me the perfect balance in life.

As I closed her bedroom door,

Its on this day am always mixed with emotion,

Happy for how grown my girl is,

Sad that her mom is not here to teach her how to be a better girl,

But most of all am just but a proud dad.

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.