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!
Tag: Poetry
Poetry is a type of literature, or artistic writing, that attempts to stir a reader’s imagination or emotions. The poet does this by carefully choosing and arranging language for its meaning, sound, and rhythm. Some poems, such as nursery rhymes, are simple and humorous.
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,
Strangers In My Father’s House.
A plot had been made to take away the life of my parents,
At exactly 00:00 hours, I heard a loud bang at the southern part of our homestead,
Within a blink of an eye, I heard a loud shatter of window panes, accompanied by a deep scary voice of a burglar,
“I have given you two minutes to open the door, or else I will burn your house to ashes!..”
Echoes of My Mother’s Tongue ✍️
The world is full of great and phenomenal women, but not a single one has ever surpassed the greatness of a queen I know!
A queen that protects her territory like a lioness does to her cubs, when it gets tougher in the jungle,
A woman whose love surpasses that of a hen to her little ones, scratching by any means to feed them,
Respected, adored, praised by her husband Infront of great congregations, for sure she’s a virtuous woman!
Nothing To Smile About 💔
Rays of an angry morning sun smothers upon the sandy valleys,
Monitor lizards, squirrels and lizards are hibernating, the leafless trees offer a better resting environment,
I can hear a cluster of ageing men murmuring about the worsening situation as they trail along the dusty village road,
One of them proposes that they should slaughter a youthful white lamb as a sacrifice to the angry gods,
Little Strings of Poetry 