Author: Wyclif M. Musau

Journalist| YouTuber| Creative Writer| Online Content Creator| Africa's King of Narrative Poetry| Alumni of Kenya Institute of Mass Communication]

The Plank In Your Eye

Human beings are the most judgemental mammals the earth has ever seen,
They will comfortably walk around with a wooden plank hanging on their red eyes,
But they will still have the audacity to point fingures at your little sweet daughter christine,
But when she was fighting depression sometimes back, everyone gave excuses, all lengthy lies!

“….He Shall Provide”😉😊🤗

God commanded Abraham to return the favour by immolating his own son Isaac,
But since he was the godfather of faith, Abraham adhered to the trying call,

The Three Wise Monkeys🙈🙉🙊

The story of the three wise monkeys originates from the Japanese society of ancient statues,
First in line is the blind fellow named as Mizaru who covers his eyes to avoid seeing no evil in the society

Watering Dead Plants

You are sorounded by fake people,
So stop giving your foes the procedure of strangling your poor soul,
Showing affection to these baboons is like digging your own grave!
Be humble like a dove but as wise as a serpent!

The Ruthless Hornbill Hunter

He used to slay any warm blooded bird from the beak family,
Inconsiderate of their age, colour nor their state of life at home,
Mathinza as his name insinuated, he unsparingly crushed their abdomens to death,
His numerous arrows were more sharper than a brand new razor blade,

Execution of The Three Musketeers

It was too late to hide, I smothered her creepy self on the walls of my dwelling unit. One fatality was confirmed, but still the mission went on..

The Angel I Once Dated- Poetry by Wyclif Musau

She whispered to my left ear, that she had been sent by Diana,
To deliver a stylish black gold- coated suit imported from Ghana,
Followed by a brown envelope written on top of it, “I’m sorry my sweet banana”
Inside rested a thousand dollars accompanied by an album of French Montana,

Nzilu, The Mortal Bull Fighter!

Nzilu was the name of our mighty bull, the only reason i tagged along,
Under his neck, rested a giant bowl-like bell that acted as a signal to strangers,
It was an alarm for any newcomer walking by to keep off, cos Nzilu was a mortal killer,

Peculiar Things That My Father Told Me

Summer is here, the trees are losing their leaves yet again,
There is an instant drop of lively plants on the riverbank,
We commence our journey to the farm, winding through the bushy table land,
Father used to let me sit on his neck from behind as we jostled through the woods,

The Great Kamba Festival

We were just doing fine before the western culture ruined us,
We used to dance to the rhythm of our traditional “kilumi” songs with passion,
You could feel the impact of our native songs as we perambulated around the fireplace,
Leading the troupe of dancers was my favourite uncle, “Muoki the drummer king”