Residing at Grandma’s

The old clay-coated pot was softly snoring as it rested comfortably on the three black rocks. Deep down near my feet, slept master Chung Lee, the blue-eyed cat. With her rough purr in and out of her wind pipe, she harmonised the corners of our circuitous Kisukuu, hut

Daddy, I Wanna Be Like You

Father would narrate his life story as we crossed our tiny legs near the fire place,
How our grandpa passed away and there was no one left to cater for his family,
The first born, aunt Mukulu got married when poverty stroke our papi’s house,
Grandma, still shocked she turned to idolize the ancient mountain gods,

Schooling in Upcountry

Being an elder brother called for parental responsibilities like holding his tiny hand,
Kawasya my small brother was named after the ululating voice that he produced then,
You would take a sugary lollipop from his mouth but his bluster would attract through beating,
My father used to adore his last chubby son who would complete the quadrant,

The Vigorous Youthful MoranπŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

I am barely sixteen summers old, but to my society i can bravely own the title of a warrior,
Having successfully driven the voluminous herd of cattle to the Mamba river severally,
My name was repeatedly uttered in the council of elders, among the community’s most superior,
I owned the title of the most potent young moran ever, raising the eyebrows of the village elders emphatically,

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!

The Three Wise MonkeysπŸ™ˆπŸ™‰πŸ™Š

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,

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,