Powerful lights are switched on to allow a clear vision for the security cameras hanging outside the bungalow,
Up in the watch tower, two men in uniform have their ears wide open, with radio calls to alert their colleagues when danger pops up,
The main gate is manned by three tall men with powerful fire arms, just to make sure the mogul gets a soft sleep,
Outside the walls of the “heaven on earth”, trained police dogs are sniffing around, the king will never debate on his own safety, not at all!
Category: African Poetry
African poetry encompasses the wide variety of traditions arising from Africa’s 55 countries and from evolving trends within different literary genres. It is a large and complex subject, partly because of Africa’s original linguistic diversity but primarily because of the devastating effect of slavery and colonization, which resulted in English, Portuguese and French, as well as Creole or pidgin versions of these European languages, being spoken and written by Africans across the continent.
THE PRINCESS OF KILELESHWA (Based on a true story)
Princess was way above my league, actually her family resided in one of the high end estates in Kenya, Kileleshwa,
Late night calls was her thing, we could talk for more than two hours untill sleep catches up with one of us,
She insisted that we should meet in town, so during my off days I boarded a matatu to town, to meet my soulmate,
We met in one of the five star hotels in town, she paid for the food and drinks too, all this time I was hanging in disbelief,
A Serpent Under My Pillow
An infectious smile, sleeping side eyes and a tight skirt around the headquarters of Gomorah was a lethal weapon used by “slay queens” then,
Christmas was over, new year celebrations were fading out peacefully, as usual the 100 days of Njaanuary were here to stay, the long count down began, the first day!
We welcomed the new year in style, Musyoka and I were walking around searching for new liquor stores to quench our thirst,
With bling bling jewelry around my neck, a mo-hawk with a sharp zig zag hair cut and new white sneakers, I was feeling hotter than the solar system,
Under The Moonlight, Alone.
There is this day I boarded one mbukoni safaris famously known as the “jungle warrior” we left the city at around 4pm in the afternoon,
It started raining cats and dogs, thunder and lightning became the order of the day, the roads became slippery!
At exactly 11:45 pm I alighted, the rain intensified, there were no courier services around, so I had no choice but to walk towards home,
I looked up in sky as a way to signal the deity to strangle the intensity of heaven taps but the full moon was just staring at me,
Insyd Life Episode#1
Before I lose my sight to the spirits of old age, before I bend like a crescent moon, just before I lose my soft skin to the witches of the East, I will call for a rendezvous of all the children I will have sired, whether young or old, dark or light skinned, I shall…
When You See Me At The City, Please, Wish Me Well!
As early as 5 am in the morning, we would commence our journey towards Kikuu river, a seasonal river that served the entire village,
So we had to hit the road that early to avoid hurting our feet when the sun rises, no one knew the feeling of putting on shoes, we were raised that way,
Upon reaching the iconic river, we would identify a wet area and dig using a shovel, then we would test the water inorder to fetch the sweetest not the salty one, otherwise mama would beat us hard!
At The Feet Of An Elderly Person
The struggle to accumulate wealth before we vanish from the face of the land is real, everyone is fighting to climb the ladder as fast as they can,
The urge to surpass the world’s richest man Mr. Jeff Bezos the Amazon founder, or Aliko Dangote; the richest man in black Africa before the sun goes down, is on another level,
The fact that life will never give us a second chance scares me alot! You know that ancient quote that life waits for no man, right?
That once a second, a minute or an hour slips away from your fingers, no matter how powerful you are, man, you’ll never recover it untill you kick the black bucket?
The Other Side of Africa.
Africa is one of the most magnificent continents God has ever made; the vegetation, wildlife, the beautiful view of a warm rising sun is incomparable,
Different languages, clans, tribes, different colours, but we can still afford to bond and speak one national language,
For instance in my homeland we are more than forty tribes, some of us are hunters others are pastoralists, and others are fishermen,
From the coastal region all the way to the northern parts of Mandera, Kenya is among the most captivating countries in Sub-Saharan Africa,
I’ll Come Back Someday, My Village People.
How we struggled to speak in the white man’s language, in fear of being punished by the tutor on duty, for conversing in our mother language,
Life was not easy when we were younger, we used to fight regularly for no reason, just to see who’s the looser in our class,
We loved competing in races, we would run for about five rounds in the field and whoever came last would be nicknamed a “warthog”
Now it’s been a decade and half, things are not like they used to be though we’re trying, I’ll come back someday my village people.
Light My Candle Now, When I Can Still Breath
The greatest adversary of man is a man, let alone the snake and her descendants, the curse still lives on,
People would never feed you when you’re hungry, they would rather feed their four- legged night watchmen than stretch their hands to save your starving soul,
But they would travel miles to come and burry you when the news go viral that you’ve kicked the blanket,
That is the moment they will offer to buy you a golden casket, that you may be send six fit under, in a colourful way,
Little Strings of Poetry 