It’s just thirty one minutes past midnight,
I’m lying on my wooden bed holding my sleek black phone,
My eyes are sagging, almost giving up to sleep,
But i remember i have to baby sit my growing infant (my blog),
Category: Life
Life is a characteristic that distinguishes physical entities that have biological processes, such as signaling and self-sustaining processes, from those that do not, either because such functions have ceased (they have died), or because they never had such functions and are classified as inanimate
The Mysterious Well
Long time ago when i was a kid, i used to fear going alone to the village well,
Dreadful stories that were told about that well, scared the hell out my nerves,
There was once a woman who went to fetch water late in the midnight,
As she neared the well, she could hear clangorous cries of small babies,
Dear Mama😥
How did you cope with my clamorous, high-pitched cry? When i came out cold like an ice cube in a refrigerator, How did you manage to raise me even when i didn’t comply? The pain i caused you that night on the elevator, How did you feel when i touched your lips for the first…
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,
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!
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..
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”
Little Strings of Poetry 