I know you’re in heaven dancing with angels,
It is well my friend, hold on till we meet again,
This world is not our home, we are just passing through,
All human beings shall taste the reward of sin, It is written, “From dust we were made and dust we shall return!” Goodbye my friend😭😭😭
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.
Jezebel, The Biblical Bad Girl
Jezebel didn’t stop there, she went ahead and ordered for the demise of Naboth a Jezreelite,
She then informed her husband to go down and grab his vineyard for he had been stoned to death by scoundrels,
Then God sent Elijah the Tishbite, who pronounced his curse upon the king saying, “In the place where dogs licked the blood of Naboth, dogs shall lick your blood, even yours.”
And concerning Jezebel, the mother of evil, the Lord also spoke, saying, ‘The dogs shall eat Jezebel by the wall of Jezreel.’
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.
Lethal Sons of A Thunderstorm
We had agreed to leave our respective homes just to keep alive the house of our grandpa,
The three of us; I as Nguma, the famous one, Ngovi, the slapping machine and Ngomoli the abductor was a deadly trio you wouldn’t want to mess with,
Before jetting out of our home, we would carry with us rolls of wires for hunting,
Also we would hang bows diagonally across our little thoraxes and head deep in the south of our ancestral land,
Blessings From My Grandma’s Piehole.
Since my granny lives along the super highway, i decided to carry with me some pawpaws,
I found her seated on a three-legged stool under a leafy mango tree weaving a basket,
Upon seeing her grey hair, i definitely knew that age was catching up with her,
I greeted her, “susu wakwa, waamukata?” Good morning my grandma…!
The Fall of Angel Lucifer
They say betrayal comes from your closest friends, the people you treasure most in your life,
That’s is exactly what premiered in the heavens above,
They called him “the day star,” he was chief of angels, until the seed of pride grew in him,
Jealousy triggered his heart to overthrow the one who created the universe,
The Sacred Midnight Dance
In a circuitous manner the sick person would dance emphatically to impress the gods,
Nodding, shaking shoulders and wobbling their legs in an electrical manner,
This would continue up to the seventh round without stopping,
Then the seeker would drop the pieces of calabash into the middle hole, and head back home free from infirmity!!!
This World Is Not Our Home
Today i was seated on a public bench near our local bus station,
Carried away into the world of fantasy, i started thinking of how to get rich easily,
But the fact that money has been playing hide and sick with me still remains a mystery,
I could feel the desperation of the touts as they struggle to fill their matatus to earn a a penny,
Fall of The Mighty Nazirite
Born by a barren woman in the land of Zorah,
Is the most powerful man the world has ever witnessed,
A man who abstained from taking wine from her mother’s womb,
Up to his last minute on land, the mighty son of Manoah,
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?
Little Strings of Poetry 