Open your eyes, can’t you see the young men are being buried alive? most of them are fighting to survive,
After completing their studies in the university and failing to secure a white collar job, they end up doing odd jobs,
While men are dominating the informal sector, pushing wheelbarrows to earn a living, the other gender is parading a fleet of cars,
This might look like any other joke by Mr. Bean, but trust me the male gender is in deep trouble!
Tag: Poem
A piece of writing in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by particular attention to diction (sometimes involving rhyme), rhythm, and imagery.
Tyrant Of The Eastern Jungle
Be silent, the king is passing! Mute your siren, the black despot is listening!
Behold, his loyal gun men are all over the streets, determined to open fire,
The lakeside barbarian stings like a full grown python, dare him not,
He’s drunk in power, he’s following the routes of Muammar Gaddafiof Libya and his excellency Idi Amin Dada,
The Rich Also Cry
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!
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,
Jasmine 👑
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.
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,
Before Money Corrupted Love.
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,
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!
I’ll Marry When I Want
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,
Little Strings of Poetry 