Just like a flower blossoms beneath the cleft of a rock, so does love, the famous tale of Romeo and Juliet,
From where I’m standing, love remains an illusion, infact it should be included in a million silent ways to die,
In this side of Africa, love has been commercialised, no money, no love is the chorus our hymn,
The media has had enough covering lots of homicide stories, as most of headlines read “man stabbed 21 times by girlfriend”
It’s been half a decade since we parted ways, alot has happened, Sasha got married and now she got a bouncing baby boy,Sinduli the village burglar was arrested, he’s been behind the bars for atleast one year for siphoning fuel from a police van,You remember Tamara the governor’s daughter? She is now a renowned lawyer…
They loved holding hands in public, wrapping their hands around each other during evening walks,
Sunset photoshoots was their favourite thing, they really loved taking pictures,
Bosco was Andy’s favourite dog, he would never leave him behind, even on official duties,
They were loyal to each other, sometimes Lucia would get jealous of him,
I want to play jazz for Jasmine, call the maidens for me, i want to pop a bottle of champagne,
Take a look at her beautiful legs, a laud of applause as she steps on the Dias,
I bless the day your mama gave birth to you, were it not for her, where would I find such a peacock,?
Walk with me little princess, just like Joshua I’ll take you to the promised land.
I remember the days I was eyeing on this girl, Polina, she was the most beautiful girl in our village,
She used to live a few miles from our home, at the verge of one of the corners of my father’s ancestral land,
Sometimes I would hide in the bushes and listen to her as she gossiped with her mother,
She sat at the feet of her mama, weaving a traditional kyondo, used for fetching cereals from the market,
The night is here, longer than I expected; I’m staring at my colourful yellow bulb that fully illuminates my bedsitter to the four corners,
It’s almost midnight, the night clubs and casinos have been shut, the mugithi live performers have finished their job, it’s now pay time,
Loud voices of both rich and poor drunk men can be heard as they are forced to vacate the local bar, it’s almost curfew time!
Some are giving directions to taxi drivers, others have their own private drivers while the other class of poor sons are walking on foot back to their wives,
But since I had listened to “Michael Learns” and “Westlife” love songs, I made up my mind to climb a palm tree without a ladder,
I have always had the notion that a man is still a man, with my five dollars for pocket money, I bought an ice cream and kept the change for future endeavours,
You know ice cream, lollipops and choco bar was the in-thing then, so I raised my collar, tucked in half of my shirt and bounced towards this daughter of dynasty,
She used to stay alone, all the other girls used to envy her, I guess they felt intimidated by her flourishing beauty and the shouting yellow skin tone,
Now, switch off your telly and follow me to the social media arena, take a glimpse on story highlights uploaded on the world’s famous blue icon,
Hold on fellow ninja, here’s an ice cold drink, tell your third leg to shrink and wait, the time is yet to come!
Welcome to the world of double-tapping, do you love their bubbling balloons, upstairs or downstairs?
Why are these half-clothed brunettes facing away from the camera man? Maybe they do not like showing their face, they know you prefer the rear view anyway!
We used to sit together in church and pray fervently that we may never part ways, while she sung a soft soprano, I did the humming in alto,
Our love story went viral in our school, even after we were punished by the deputy principal, we never gave up,
We motivated each other in times of trouble, we made promises to stay under the same umbrella, come rain come shine,
Now after our perfect highschool memories, things started falling apart; slowly by slowly she drifted away!
She was never ashamed of walking with me, despite the fact that she had an upper hand in terms of beauty and social class,
Her name was Monica, she was the most beautiful woman I had seen in more than a decade,
She would sing for me when I came home tired and weary, her soft voice would lull me to sleep like a baby,
Monica loved caressing my hair, rubbing it with her soft hands in a gentle way,