Tuesday, January 31, 2012

For my Unborn

From the moment I knew you were in me
I promised you, I would never leave
From the moment I felt you inside me
I knew forever would be you and me.
I count the minutes, the hours, days
I love the bump, and the weight I've gained
His eyes light up when his hands caress my tummy
You know his touch coz you get so jumpy!

I passed the shop today and saw your booties
I teared at the thought of you, one day, in your dream boots
I dream about massaging your little feet as you sleep
I long to hear you laugh when you’re playing.
If time was a boat, I’d sail far away
If the shore was tomorrow, I’d swim on to forget today
If life was a book, I’d rush through the pages
Only to get to you.

I can’t wait for you to crawl, then walk
For you to trip and fall
I cant wait for your first heart break
Coz then my comforting arms will be your all.
I pray that I’ll be your best friend when you’re 26
Coz those silly ones will steal your heart away by 6
I pray that my words, in your mind will ring
And my counsel you will sing.

My little angel, I’ll give you my all
I’ll be the best mother just as I learn how
We’ll make mistakes and screw up together
Though I know, with these, we’ll grow closer
I’ll read every article in the internet
But I promise that my everything for you, will come from my heart
I hope to read this to you, someday
Just to show you, that I’m here to stay!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Wiser...

Gosh! It's been over a year since I last wrote!
So much has happened in my life.. And these words say just a flimsy bit.. I hope you like this piece.

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I now know I haven’t been the first
And just like light, truth has travelled fast
I now know that it could have been a lie
And like a labouring woman I did cry.
They say the writings were on the wall
But it took me everything to see that, my all
That where there is smoke, it’s definitely a blaze
And these lessons what an inferno they have raised!
Don’t ask how much I’ve burnt
See the scars I have earned
Don’t think of how I could be hurt
See the tears I have gathered.


I now know I had to go through the fire
For the diamond that I am to shine
I now know I had to walk through the tire
For the champ in me to fly
I now know I had to sulk and wallow
For me to get this joy I just cannot fathom
I now know I had to wake up
For my dream to be real.

I now know I had to shut up
For Your voice to speak.
I now know I had to run away
For me to You, be closer
I now know I had to stray
For me, in You, to be deeper.

I now know I had to screw up
For me to be wiser.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

It's time.. I'm prime..

Diamond stone, you’ve been on my mind
Yet apparently so very hard to find
I have looked for you upon peaks high
Still, your sight is still not nigh.
They keep telling me to try harder
Walk longer, run farther
Search deeper, seek wider
Spot yonder, listen clearer.
Well, all that I have done and more
Put in more than I could know
Press on even when it’s no longer, no more
Amazingly, and for some reason, I keep holding on.

I see life when you’re beside me
Unspeakable bliss, I can’t stop imagining
Such mind’s peace and ease
Nothing comes closer to that feeling.
My dreams would be reality
My reality would be like no futurity
I’d be living for today and not any other
I’d have found my immaculate other!
Tell me, diamond stone, you can see it too
How lovely it would be, me and you
Tell me you feel the sway of the breeze so cool
How deep we are in the ocean blue.

But you quickly fade away
'No, not yet, child’ you say
But why do I feel, for u, I am prime
Why do you say it isn’t time?
I have given all I could
Sometimes even traded places with the fool
My tank empty was once so full
I have no more from me to pool.
I’m weary, can’t wait for the night
When I shall meet you in the starry light
See you and suddenly be all right
Until when I wake and you still remain in the night.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Scarlet Ingenuity

Oops! There goes my mind
Click click click..
Goes the sound of my heel
Sunebeam, Bata
Ah ah ah honey; D&Gabbana.

They got me on their covers
Others wish me in their covers
Some want me, in covers
Lifestyle of the rich and famous, and the others.

So I need to look good
Make this life look all good
Pose, smile for the camera
Walk, strut on this arena.

Burberry in my fragrance
Spotlight on me, the ambience
Drink, expensive hernessy
Recognize, y’all need to see.

By my side, husband my third
Just smile and wave boy, I'm the stud
Your shine is thanks to me hun
This script let me run.

Lift my hand as you help my step
Out of the limo, don’t fake your grip
Kiss kiss in the air, don’t mudge the face
Perfection is all they should trace.

Uuh I’m loving this camera action
My swagger, their reaction
My poise, their criticism
Mostly their fanatism.

And I look at them scream
Their praises for me they sing
I scorn them, they made me
Am famous, they are just ‘we’.

So then chant, dance, pass out
I’ll sign it for you then I’m out
Me and you two worlds apart
U remain others, I play the part!

Just..

Allow me a minute or two
And take you to lands afar
Choose a colour, yellow or blue
Sail with me, pick a star.

I write to escape, run away
In this rhythm I hope to sway
Have no clue not where me it shall take
As long as I just get my break

Come let’s stare at sunflowers
And hear the gentle rush of the waters
Mind not the passing of the hours
Let’s turn this escapade into ours.

Maybe forget the day
Monday Wednesday Friday
Let’s play with this breeze
Relish in its sweet tease.

No don’t wake me yet
I have to go with the sunset
No don’t leave yet
Dusk is just about yet.

Oh come on let loose
Put aside the ruckus
Embrace the swoosh
No need for fracas.

Just escape for a lil bit
You’ll be back in a bit
Enjoy the fantasy a bit
Let it suck your every bit.

We live once you know
So when u get time, just soar
U’ll be back you know
To the world’s irritating roar.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Of words and freedom..

Of words and freedom:

Oh Australia!!!!

Kevin Rudd, Australia’s Premiere is probably the one guy who I can say has a lot of nerve. (Choose a phrase to replace that if you want!) His recent speech focusing on a fundamental right, freedom of worship couldn’t have come out at a better time. A time where Nigeria has buried nearly and could be over 150 of its nationals killed over religion related differences. A time when many more nations have adamantly refused to let a ‘religious fugitive’ use their air space, let alone take a pit stop in their land. A time in which we are heading where who you think created the world may be your new passport!

Rudd strongly believes that ‘immigrants, not Australians must adapt’ to the country’s lifestyle, norms and historic caves of genesis that give a sense of belonging. You chose the place and all that defines and shapes it; then eat your vegetables! If you can’t change how the map looks like, then for the sake of all that is good and pure, deal with it. Live and let live. And that applies to the words and the freedom that it gives me as a human being. They say true freedom is only in the mind. I say out of the abundance of the heart (greatly linked to the mind in ways more than one) the mouth speaketh. Yes; SPEAKETH!

But Rudd also brings out another fundamental right should you not be comfortable. The ‘Freedom to Leave’. How simply intelligent this is Mr. Premier! Why would you shatter my car’s windscreen or worse still, get a bullet lodged in your stomach for a man you have never seen? Why would you fight what is fundamentally necessary to keep the ‘untouchable’ away from your backyard, meaning your safety comes first?

Very simple; leave. A whole nation can’t be staring immeasurable peril in its eye because of what can and can’t be said. For too long have governments and quite honestly you and I been compartmentalized because we can’t say this or that. The media have had their fair share of this cake, and pitifully will still be forced to gobble down some more. Why? Because we are afraid of the liberty we will own from freed words. Sadly we are more than comfortable in your little spaces and vocations. Better the devil we know than the angel we don’t right?

Wrong! Just like Rudd, I am more than convinced that we need to befriend this angel and really know what they are about. And if that means that I will have to speak, then so be it. The devil that we know is increasingly becoming the number one stranger, hovering right among us. Things need to change, and soon.

Let’s sew in the threads that have always held us together, tighten the knots of that mesh that we call ‘Kenya-ism’. Keep the faith, keep the culture, keep everything, keep it all. And if it means using words, then by all means, feel free.
‘We didn't force you to come here. You asked to be here. So accept the country YOU accepted.' said Rudd, the freed.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Wise words

Night brightens to day

Stars become the sun

Another day, another way

Another test..no please no, I pray.

They’ve become too many these tests

They’ve turned me too shady these tests

They’ve turned me too shaky these tests

These tests…


So when will I learn the lesson

And this lesson has a sequel

And the sequel its prequel

This lesson that shows me the fool.


Come on man, save me this time

They can’t see me like this prime

Status, space, vocation

Lights, camera, action..


It’s out in the light

The bright light shining

Illuminating my nudity

Draw the blinds, they shouldn’t see..


Point of order, why hide sir?

Let me be, there’s no order in that

Bring forth cloth; too much at stake

But sir, aren’t we all naked?


Stripped off our identities by rising ‘wannabees’

Our game unfairly lost by penny-eyed referees

Soaked present of icy cold future, trembling

All scared of tomorrow’s coming.


If you hide, where will we appear?

If you run, how will we disappear?

If you lie, what will we adhere?

If you cover, who will we admire?


Point of order sir, I beg to differ

This time not with global trends, but-out offers

Point of order sir, I beg to not filter

Your humanity not to alter.


Oh such innonence..guard it little one

Before it’s raped by this monster, this world

Come sit at my feet, listen to these words clothing me with good

They’ll very soon come do you good.


I have to hide little one

My openness will harm little one

Not you, those coming on

So tighten your lips, I said nought, you saw not.


Little one you turn away, I pray, take this test away!