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,
Tag: Poet
A poet is a person who creates poetry. Poets may describe themselves as such or be described as such by others. A poet may simply be a writer of poetry, or may perform their art to an audience.
Nzilu, The Mortal Bull Fighter!
Nzilu was the name of our mighty bull, the only reason i tagged along,
Under his neck, rested a giant bowl-like bell that acted as a signal to strangers,
It was an alarm for any newcomer walking by to keep off, cos Nzilu was a mortal killer,
Peculiar Things That My Father Told Me
Summer is here, the trees are losing their leaves yet again,
There is an instant drop of lively plants on the riverbank,
We commence our journey to the farm, winding through the bushy table land,
Father used to let me sit on his neck from behind as we jostled through the woods,
The Great Kamba Festival
We were just doing fine before the western culture ruined us,
We used to dance to the rhythm of our traditional “kilumi” songs with passion,
You could feel the impact of our native songs as we perambulated around the fireplace,
Leading the troupe of dancers was my favourite uncle, “Muoki the drummer king”
Hurdles of my Childhood
I grew up in the interior parts of the great Kamba land,
Home to the greatest honey tappers in history of Bantus,
Early in the morning i would accompany my father to the plains,
As he drove hundreds of cattle to graze on the greeny hill side,
Maria, The Beautiful African Damsel
Her contagious smile would melt the hearts of her admirers,
Her long hair that comfortably sleeps on her hips,
Was a certain assurance that she’s queen of the brown land,
Favour found a home in her little skimpy head,
Inside the Nairobi Metropolitan Area.
The word Nairobi originated from the Maasai community,
“Enkare Nyrobi” which translates to cold water refering to the Nairobi river,
That’s why the Morans are free to feed their cattle at the navel of the city,
Without anyone raising an alarm to restrict these warriors,
The Pulpit Scavengers
Hiding behind shallow learnedness of the scriptures,
They prolong divine hours through loud praise music,
New members still wandering around wondering,
They get pinned to the walls, to produce member-ship fee,
The Street Castigator
There’s a powerful order from the high table of the Napoleon,
That decries against leaving your house at nightfall,
Effective until the streets are safe again for human consumption,
The slogans are quite convincing for anyone to stay indoors,
Unless you’re prepared to face the wrath of the state castigator,
Inside the Corridors of Jealousy
Envy is a Green-eyed monster that resides in the inner most part of a human heart,
Having a jealous friend around you is like caressing the back of a rattle snake,
One day he shall dry siphon your blood vessels to death,
Beware of your fellow men, the enemy is within your habitat,
Little Strings of Poetry 