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,
Category: Romantic/Love
Romantic poetry is the poetry of the Romantic era, an artistic, literary, musical and intellectual movement that originated in Europe towards the end of the 18th century.
The Girl Everyone Else Feared
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,
Entangled By Sexual Desires
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!
HIGH SCHOOL LOVE LIFE
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!
Will I Ever Forget You Monica? 🙆🏽♂️
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,
She Left When I Needed Her Most 😭
She slid in my Dm, she went further to explain herself citing how I had given her sleepless nights,
But who I’m I? Since i was sailing in an island of loneliness and dry spell, i gave in to her love charm! And the love story began,
I used to sacrifice my off days to go and meet that daughter of soil, i was drunk in love,
This went on until the company decided to let go of me since my concentration at work was wanting!
Where Is My Soul Mate? 🤷🏻
I want my wife to exceed the beauty of Uriah’s wife, Bathsheba, very attractive,
The undeniable beauty that swayed away the heart of David a righteous man,
May her heart burn with aristocracy, like Esther’s, charging the heart of the Persian king Ahasuerus to be hyperactive,
I plead with you my maker, let her be flawless and natural like the daughters of president Salva Kiir of South Sudan.
Heaven Sent
The wise men once said that the longer you wait for something,
The more you’ll treasure it when you get hold of it,
We had a late night chit-chat, she sounded like an angel from disney land,
Maybe she’s heaven sent, perhaps, a gift from the skies?
Kaluki, My First Love
I was an innocent boy until my first love Kaluki taught me how to kiss,
When i first met her, i mistakenly thought she was a shy girl,
Little did i know she was a mistress of top notch romance,
Still young and naive, i decided to allow her to lead our love journey,
I Still Love You Tania
You always kept away your phone, just to listen to my hilarious stories,
Something that every man with perfect levels of testosterone would treasure for ages,
I salute you ma’am, you’re still the woman of my dreams,
You voice was from a planet not yet known by human understanding,
Little Strings of Poetry 