She smiles
when lights go on
delight on the likes
blushes on the shouts
poses,waves and hair flips.
when night falls
she hides
her scars run deep
with dirty dark secrets
the ghosts of her past
hoovering in the dark
she shivers
wet her pillows
she stands
switch on the lights
only to find
mirrors staring at her
with the dark lines
of her mascara
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Tuesday, 21 November 2017
Sunday, 4 June 2017
My Speech
I prepared my speech
Walking down the village
Jumping up and down the hills
Singing like a little freed bird
Helping old women carry their loads off
their shoulders
I scribbled it down
Waking up early every Monday
Have school work done by every Friday
Cleaning the church every Saturday
Singing in the choir every Sunday
My speech was coloured
With my morning long walks to school
Filled with doubt and wonder
When it rained and when it thundered
It was sealed by my commitment to read
at the candlelight
I put every word together
When the moon came out and I sat there
quietly
Counting the stars like I am one of them
And down the river each cold morning
When I soaked my body in the ice cold
running water
I had it all figured out
As I climbed the steep hills to our
little house
Singing while balancing my can of water
for the day
When the sun came out to warm my skin
And the Kilimanjaro in its glory
Was left bare for me to see
My Speech was corrected
Every time my aunt scolded me for my
work
Every minute I had to write an essay of
apologies
Every time I fell down going up the
hills
Every single minute I was told you can’t
have it
Every moment grandma kind eyes said she
can’t do much
I had it all pieced together
When mama said I was the brightest
When grandma assured I was the kindest
When dad affirmed I was the strongest
When my siblings looked at me with their
hopes at best
When friends called me the fiercest
When I finally knew my place
I rewrote it
When I realised there are no deadlines
To what I had in mind
When I knew I was the one
To write my ending
When I came to realise
I dint have to be like everyone
When I came to terms
With the journey I will walk alone
I am my speech
It’s written all over me
The cheers of my friends on my smile
The scorns of my enemies at my back
The scars of the falls on my ankles
The sparkle of my victories in my eyes
The depth of my love and passions
Deeply felt by the people I have touched
The happiness in my baby’s laughter
The peace in me when I go to sleep
It’s all me and so much more
Ready to walk on
What a journey to behold
To find the left pieces
To fit them in the empty places
And complete my speech of a lifetime
It is not an acceptance speech
For the award I am to win
Or the appreciation I will be accorded
I know if I don’t win a thing
I will definitely be the best version of
me
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Tuesday, 9 May 2017
The Rain
I will not go out
The little pathway to my house is flooded
It has become a raging river carrying everything away
if I dare go out I don’t know what next can happen
My little home and child might be carried away
I really want to go out
To earn my bread
Get something to cook for me and my girl
But my little stall at the roadside
Has been carried away
If I go out
I might not be able to come back
The little bridge to my house
Is about to be washed away
With the heavy rain it won’t last a day
My madam called today
Mad I haven’t been in today
The baby has been wailing
And her clothes are not washed
And there is the rain
She complains with this rain
She cannot sit at the garden
From her third storey bedroom
She can only peep through the curtains
And watch the heavy drops hit the ground
She could later take her four wheel drive
To go to the saloon she love
Or have some tea in bed
But I didn’t come to work
If I don’t go tomorrow she says
I should not bother to go again
But if I go to work
I might be stranded on the way
The busses to our homes
Are not going all the way
They don’t come past the highway
Please someone stop this rain
The little pathway to my house is flooded
It has become a raging river carrying everything away
if I dare go out I don’t know what next can happen
My little home and child might be carried away
I really want to go out
To earn my bread
Get something to cook for me and my girl
But my little stall at the roadside
Has been carried away
If I go out
I might not be able to come back
The little bridge to my house
Is about to be washed away
With the heavy rain it won’t last a day
My madam called today
Mad I haven’t been in today
The baby has been wailing
And her clothes are not washed
And there is the rain
She complains with this rain
She cannot sit at the garden
From her third storey bedroom
She can only peep through the curtains
And watch the heavy drops hit the ground
She could later take her four wheel drive
To go to the saloon she love
Or have some tea in bed
But I didn’t come to work
If I don’t go tomorrow she says
I should not bother to go again
But if I go to work
I might be stranded on the way
The busses to our homes
Are not going all the way
They don’t come past the highway
Please someone stop this rain
Sunday, 7 May 2017
A moment of Silence
Beautiful souls
With dreams and hopes
Pride of their folks
Excited to learn
Off they went
With no clue off they took
What a beautiful group
But death ooh death
What an evil crook
He came with darkness
And a dark cloud of sadness
With his strike of coldness
He left them lifeless
As a nation we stand
In our numbness
Parents and friends
Mourning in silence
With hopes we hold hands
Tears in our eyes
May they be in a better place
A moment of silence
With dreams and hopes
Pride of their folks
Excited to learn
Off they went
With no clue off they took
What a beautiful group
But death ooh death
What an evil crook
He came with darkness
And a dark cloud of sadness
With his strike of coldness
He left them lifeless
As a nation we stand
In our numbness
Parents and friends
Mourning in silence
With hopes we hold hands
Tears in our eyes
May they be in a better place
A moment of silence
Thursday, 4 May 2017
Only Before!
I have known this kind of pain
I can make it through the rain
Unlike you
I can't wait in vain
I have been here before
with no hopes for tomorrow
Moving really slow
With every blow so low
When i couldn't take no more
I stood up, started really slow
To crawl
Slowly but running here i go
I am not waiting for you to put up a show
I have been here before
I can make it through the rain
Unlike you
I can't wait in vain
I have been here before
with no hopes for tomorrow
Moving really slow
With every blow so low
When i couldn't take no more
I stood up, started really slow
To crawl
Slowly but running here i go
I am not waiting for you to put up a show
I have been here before
Sunday, 9 April 2017
Empty Souls
Empty
souls
With
so much dryness
They
try to fill their cup
With
water from others wells
But
they are never full
Never
do they overflow
With
shallowness
They
try to dig holes
Into
others wells
To
dry them as well
But
their souls remain
Empty
spaces
With
hollowness
They
wonder around
Bitterness
in their hearts
Venom
filled tongues
Splitting
evil into others
But
empty they remain
With
blindness
They
fail to see
Clueless
they move
Round
and round
They
stumble and fall
In
their own wickedness
Their
days
Are
as dried up
As
blown by the harmattan
Their
souls
Are
as lifeless
As
the Atacama desert
Friday, 31 March 2017
She wept Silently!
She was taught of silence
To be quiet and listen
Not to ask
Have some pounded bitter herbs
Drink some warm water
And hush hush the pain
She was taught of endurance
This time each month
To keep on with her chores
While her body in chaos
Her legs numb and heavy
Her price of womanhood
She was told to be a woman
How would you stand labour pain?
If you cannot take this little pain
How would she explain?
And if she tried to tell in vain
She will loose anyway
Now she is told it’s all her fault
She gave her womb to her witchcraft
And had too many abortions
She isn’t a woman enough
And still she lingers in her pain
She is now all grown
Have a mind of her own
Their hopes long gone
But she still holds on
To these dreams of her own
Once to hold her own
To be quiet and listen
Not to ask
Have some pounded bitter herbs
Drink some warm water
And hush hush the pain
She was taught of endurance
This time each month
To keep on with her chores
While her body in chaos
Her legs numb and heavy
Her price of womanhood
She was told to be a woman
How would you stand labour pain?
If you cannot take this little pain
How would she explain?
And if she tried to tell in vain
She will loose anyway
Now she is told it’s all her fault
She gave her womb to her witchcraft
And had too many abortions
She isn’t a woman enough
And still she lingers in her pain
She is now all grown
Have a mind of her own
Their hopes long gone
But she still holds on
To these dreams of her own
Once to hold her own
Monday, 6 March 2017
The Dancers
They
don't know this song
But they dance to it
Not before have their ears met this beat
But they will break a leg for it
They don't understand this tune
But they marvel at it
Won't follow the rhythm
But will move to it
Forget about steps
They will be good at it
The drums are too loud
The dust raising high
Covering their eyes
But they dance
Their feet thumping...thumping
On the dried brown earth
Forgetting their sorrows
With no hopes for tomorrow
For the love of this music
They have never heard before
But they dance to it
Not before have their ears met this beat
But they will break a leg for it
They don't understand this tune
But they marvel at it
Won't follow the rhythm
But will move to it
Forget about steps
They will be good at it
The drums are too loud
The dust raising high
Covering their eyes
But they dance
Their feet thumping...thumping
On the dried brown earth
Forgetting their sorrows
With no hopes for tomorrow
For the love of this music
They have never heard before
Her Little Wins!
This
time, if it happens this time
I
swear
This
is the last time
It
was my fault, all of it
This
last time
See,
I hadn’t made him his favorite food
For
a very long time
He
isn’t that bad, didn’t he take me to Dubai ?
But
this time I swear
This
time I leave
I
made him do it, all of it
This
last time
See,
I was stubborn and thoughtless
For
a very long time
He
isn’t that heartless; he got me my dream jeep
But
this time I swear
This
time I leave
I
was stupid
This
last time
See,
I enjoyed food so much and got myself fat
For
a very long time
He
isn’t that horrible, he didn’t bring her to our home
Like
the other time
But
this time I swear
This
time I leave
What
do you want this time
He
will ask every time
This
time, a car…a house…shopping…a boutique
He isn’t that bad
There
will be a next time
And
I will go to Paris
Maybe
china for my merchandise
Or
just Thailand to relax
That
will be the very next time
But
this time I leave
That
time
The
other time
The
last time
The
very last time
This
time
There
will always be
Another
time
Sunday, 15 January 2017
The Title
Malaya
Look at how she walks, does she have to swing her hips like that?
Eti they say her body naturally shakes with her moves,is she boneless?
Lies, must be lies
She is nothing but Malaya
Malaya tuu
Look, how did she get her promotion?
Eti I hear she was an A student and had a great work record, didn't i have the same?
Lies, must be lies
Ni malaya tuu
Malaya sana
Look, she only dated rich ones,and now married a rich prince
Eti she say she loves him
Lies , Must be lies
Malaya sana
Malaya Mkubwa
Look, she had an affair with her madam husband..
Eti she claimed he raped her, her, only the housemaid
Lies, Must be lies
Malaya Mkubwa
Malaya wa kutupwa
Look, she got an A when we all failed...
Eti she says she is a brilliant student, brilliant more than all of us?
Lies,Must be lies
Malaya wa kutupwa
Malaya Kubuhu
Look, she got the nomination to the parliament ...
Eti she says she has done a lot for the people, more than all of us?
Lies, Must be lies
Malaya Kubuhu
Malaya kashindikana
Look, she left her husband to seek for other men…
Eti she says he did beat her to a pulp,he had mistresses, who doesn't?
Lies, must be lies
Malaya kashindikana
Malaya kupindukia
Look, she now has a big business, her air tickets are all now business
Eti she brags she took a bank loan to grow her business, which loan?
Lies, must be lies
Malaya kupindukia
Malaya wa barabarani
Look, she had a number of lovers before her husband, she is now a born again Christian...
Eti she told him she has changed,don't they all say that ?
Lies, Must be lies
Malaya wa barabarani
Malaya
They are all the same
Everyone of them Malaya
Each and everyone of them
Just Malaya
Look at how she walks, does she have to swing her hips like that?
Eti they say her body naturally shakes with her moves,is she boneless?
Lies, must be lies
She is nothing but Malaya
Malaya tuu
Look, how did she get her promotion?
Eti I hear she was an A student and had a great work record, didn't i have the same?
Lies, must be lies
Ni malaya tuu
Malaya sana
Look, she only dated rich ones,and now married a rich prince
Eti she say she loves him
Lies , Must be lies
Malaya sana
Malaya Mkubwa
Look, she had an affair with her madam husband..
Eti she claimed he raped her, her, only the housemaid
Lies, Must be lies
Malaya Mkubwa
Malaya wa kutupwa
Look, she got an A when we all failed...
Eti she says she is a brilliant student, brilliant more than all of us?
Lies,Must be lies
Malaya wa kutupwa
Malaya Kubuhu
Look, she got the nomination to the parliament ...
Eti she says she has done a lot for the people, more than all of us?
Lies, Must be lies
Malaya Kubuhu
Malaya kashindikana
Look, she left her husband to seek for other men…
Eti she says he did beat her to a pulp,he had mistresses, who doesn't?
Lies, must be lies
Malaya kashindikana
Malaya kupindukia
Look, she now has a big business, her air tickets are all now business
Eti she brags she took a bank loan to grow her business, which loan?
Lies, must be lies
Malaya kupindukia
Malaya wa barabarani
Look, she had a number of lovers before her husband, she is now a born again Christian...
Eti she told him she has changed,don't they all say that ?
Lies, Must be lies
Malaya wa barabarani
Malaya
They are all the same
Everyone of them Malaya
Each and everyone of them
Just Malaya
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