1/1/2014

Phone calls and texts keep us closer together, but baby how will i survive this cold weather...
Your image and voice in my head they run circles, i wonder if this is what they all feel, i mean couples...
Just eleven days ago i said goodbye, feels like a year everytime you say hi...
I see your face every night in the stars, i wonder if you also see mine that far...
The night sky remind me of when I first kissed your lips, and when i close my eyes, my mind keeps playin the same clip...
Its still amazing how we fell inlove in one night, come to think of it, its love at first sight...
How l wish that everyday your embrace l would feel, but this distance is the only setback of the thrill...
I wonder if the ground would move closer and bring you to me, or that the winds would swoop you and fly you to me...
I wish for so much, if only to feel your touch...
But above all, i wish never to forget when the new year blessed me with a new heary that fell inlove with you....

Coloured Coals

ESE:
We were never writers, we cut our teeth on letters
razored from old newspapers whose remnants
were soaped and mashed into maché to
make cute little bowls we could stick our stories on.
Sticks were the pens we fashioned into fountains
and air what we inked into the ground,
traced lines of maps with new words
learnt from the dictation class.
We were learned that the world was our canvas and
our lives portraits we were expected to paint, only

LUX:
We were never narrators, we spoke with words concealed
in pages upon pages of books shoved into our minds by
our old masters who took upon themselves to
educate the coloured soul,forced into suits and ties
Tied down upon empty pages with blood,
sweat and tears linked with the cries of
"Dear Mama" printed on pages of Time and Fashion 
magazines sold on street corners to tell stories of
how helpless we really are. But we learned,
we learned that this world was our canvas and our
lives portray where to paint, if only

ESE:
We were never even bards, we honed our craft on kings' solos
in the good books and wrote chartered canticles
for hearts gone afluster. Crowds cheered when
we averred that a heart flamed could flutter
wings and fly as a dove, because love,
love, rhymed with dove and the flapping
wings made music for the soul
And in this one school, this one thing we
have learned. An idiot's trash wrapped in glossy paper will sell
just as swell, he won't know the difference

LUX:
But then we were never free, shackled by old religion, ancient
gods who run myths over the same canvas that we
paint our future on. We clutched onto trends
set by alien worlds and mocked our own roots just to
fit in the pinhole frame of society's shutter, sounds
haunt us in the light like ghosts chained on
effervescent bars, pens run out of ink like halos
glow in essence. We sat on desks learning our own history passed through
foreign eyes, children forgetting their mothers tongue
men forgetting their fatherly tasks
The only thing we learned is that the pen is mightier
than the sword, so we fight our battles word for word...

Tears Of Mama Africa

Where is kenya at 50

There is no doubt we came from far, the struggles and strives have made us who we are.

From guerrila wars with our collonial masters, to having our own government on which replaced the previous masters.

At fifty we all scream happy birthday to you, and many more to come the wishes accrue.

But what do we really have to show for, when others still go to sleep without a roof over their heads.

There is no defining what this is, a list of offences read out and the verdict read is guilty.

Oppression_Guilty
Corruption_Guilty
Violation of Human Rights_Guilty

The list is endless, too bad its a mess, this is what we really hide under the smiles and the rest.

Its about time we change our ways, and this can only be achieved if we all change in the coming days.

Lets all unite and make kenya different, and rid our differences for a new fifty.

We Are One.

Wilted Flower

The thing about flowers is that they wilt with seasons, like love and its many reasons, the lies tilt through greater beyonds, no more forever and afters, illusions of joy and laughters, corruption of sons through daughters and the decay of whats moral and upright.

A flower has many colours, but its only on decay that one would see its true worth, long after the price is sought, it is revealed its worth in rot.

Our First Kiss

I remember the first kiss, though not exactly our first, but it was the first we shared, so beautifull I still miss... 
Those beautifull lips so close I couldn't wait, I even wonder was it luck or just by fate...

Your hand in mine set the mood for this day,
What a wonder to hold someone this way...
Almost freezing with you beside,
Your lips ever closer I had nowhere to hide...

And when I reached your lips, You tightened the grip,
And the moment came and we had our first kiss,
My heart melted, and I was filled with bliss...

Tried so hard, but I couldn't open my eyes,
for a moment in your arms I felt like I died..

Our first kiss, I would never forget because It reminds me of a moment that is just perfect....

Dear Sleep

Dear Sleep,

It's been a long day without you and I miss the fun we had, You've always indulged me so much, everytime that I crawl in bed,
But I always have to leave you whenever the sun hits my head,
And for that I'm sorry and I hope our love won't fade..

I hear you've not be so well since the last time we were together,
And I hear you calling my me coz my eyelids keep on coming together,
I promise I won't be late,
Coz I know how much you hate,
When we don't spend quality time,
Since i've got to be up by nine..

Well I just wanted to let you know that you're not far from my heart,
I still and will love you forever, that's until the alarm clock breaks us apart.

Love Always.

Me.