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,
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.
When I Was A Kid
Life was good then, I was being treated as a real prince, with all the royalty and numerous maidens around, untill the king decided to add another small pikini,
I was deprived off my “all-time favourite” title which now was wholesomely granted to my younger brother,
The attention and favour that I attracted when I was the only “last born” around, vanished away,
The master became the servant, “go bring me a spoon from the cupboard drawer, I want to feed your small brother, faster!” My mom’s high-pitched voice commanded,
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!
From Boys To Men
The journey began, we courageously led the army towards Ngosini river, the great river of blood and pain, well-known for changing boys to men,
They smothered our little heads with ashes, and poured buckets of used petroleum oil over our bodies,
One after the other we entered into the ice cold river, into the deepest part until the eight of us were submerged, leaving our heads suspended over the waters,
My body became numb, minute after minute the drumbeats were drastically fading away, we were commanded to step out for the real ceremony,
Kenya’s Darkest Moments
We’ve been slaughtered, brutally murdered and tortured by tortured by armed terrorists who stealthily sneak into our bedrooms and hold us hostage,
The horrifying days and nights when we suffered in the hands of our enemy; on 23rd of September 2013, four gunmen stormed into West Gate Mall and sprayed bullets into the flesh of innocent Kenyans, claiming the lives of 71 people!
That wasn’t enough, yet another night of grief came upon our firmament, 147 students of Garissa University in Northern Kenya were killed by Alshabaab militia, bruising our nation massively!
To mention but a few, these are gruesome days and nights the my countrymen have gone through but we’ve managed to keep our heads high,
Till We Meet Again, Gloria! 😭💔
Her physical appearance intimidated all her peers who boycotted walking with her, she became a lone ranger!
It is at this low moment of her life when the Kevins and Brians of that time saw a perfect time to strike!
With my monthly pocket money of a thousand bob I had no option but to down my tools and sneak away to the bachelor’s jungle,
The floor was left for cool kids who hailed from big estates within the Nairobi metropolitan area, not for me and my colleagues from the United Kingdom (Ukambani)
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,
A City of Cunning People
The story begins in one of the most flamboyant cities of Africa, Nairobi, “the city of cunning people”
It was my first time to set my foot on the Kenyan capital; where all bright minds converge in, on a yearly basis,
Having been raised in a remote village deep inside Makueni County, I was bewildered by the stunning beauty of the golden city!
There were colourful dancing lights everywhere, all people were smartly dressed from head to toes,
The Plight of Boy Child
After a wearisome day, the sun is now fading away into the western skyline, paving a way for the night illuminants to brace the world,
I’m seated on a grill that guards commuting vehicles from a giant number of pedestrians who trail on foot to and from work,
The mood is changing minute after minute, Matatu’s (psvs), Subaru owners and motor bikers are unapologetically hooting as they pass by,
Little Strings of Poetry 