Poesy work

Hallos
Brace yourselves for open-minded poetry work. Hope to be of help and be helped by relaying in poetry work and short stories.
Good luck!!!

Danny Makosa

ZIWANI

Our dear Ziwani why get on your knees?

Why do it in front of your nephew and niece?

Ooh!!! Our dear ‘Ziwa’

Show your true-self in this reckoning hour

Don’t coil your tail dear

Don’t dare die in fear

Rather you die in jail

Rather on cross you nail

Die hard in this tough Eastland

Die alike a dear deer, an Eland

Show them that you are and will always be

Yes, this is their as much as our Nairobi

EASTLANDER

You pauper go not to Westlands

Poor man, do you understand?

That the rich man’s command

Otherwise in trouble that you lands

MAY-PAY PAID MAID

Sadly the House-girl was only kindly asking for dues unpaid

Ooh! Memsaib, a replica of Omweri python

“This good for nothing …!!!” This filthy-rich lady said

“No, as a House-help she’s a V.I.P.” Thought Forrester Thorne

“She’s grown horns”

So screamed mad madam

Personally, so silly thought me she meant ‘Hons’

But damn!!!

Stop being unto this poor lass’ fresh flesh a sharp thorn

A mistreated mistress, frugal a house-maid

In a ‘labour-camp’ sweating from house chores’ marathon

Woes, whose life for the boastful boss down daringly laid,

MAID, MAY-PAY PAID

In working party’s marathon

Alike a serf, if truth be said

Note: With naught note her sweat she’s poorly paid

Surely, wasn’t this young lady courting a python?

For house-keepers’ sake, loudly l blow my horn

Why employ the services of a housemaid?

Why hire an ayah if to paying her you’re afraid?

Some of you good for nothing God creatures! You a thorn

CHASING SHADOW ALIKE CATCHING WIND

The faster you pace thus too their wise move

Get tired and they also, out of steam, seem to tire

Yes, do take a break and they’ll rest too

Where do they in cloudy days hide?

Always taking cover on you from light

When light is over-head, beneath your legs stares scared –stiff shadow

Walks tall only at sunrise and sunset, or just after and afore

Yes! She’s ‘out of light, out of sight’

Though even in darkness, unseen guest, by you side by side

So similar is chasing wind, a fool who full does woo

Solomon Rex preached how from the tiring sport did retire

Holy writ’s Ecclesiastes volume this does prove.

 

AIDS WILL WIPE US ALL

Alike bird flu so it does very fast fly, super-duper odyssey

Rapidly like an African hawk flapping it’s wings in calm wind

But why hoot like the ugly ever-cursing compound-eyed owl?

Why look down at us with eagle eyes wanting afro-hen chic chicks?

Spread not your eight tentacles much further you highly poisonous octopus

Spare us more tears, more grave digging, more widows, widowers and orphans

AIDS why are you often acquired though you’re never at all required?

Why don’t you go back where you came from you immune disease?

You, out-side Noah’s Ark. You, in pharaoh’s Egypt. You, Sodom and Gomorrah’s flame

Are you a sub-Saharan plague; are you a black race dark face messenger of doom?

OUT! BOUT GOUT.TOUT-SHOUT ABOUT

About gout don’t pout

Alike touts shout out and about

Loud enough without a doubt like a scout

Rote out gout

ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH WHOM YOU HAVE

Is materialistic-he a man enough?

Did you want a home in Karen super-suburb or a home?

Did you want a Kenya Taxi Co. special hire ride?

Or is it the Alpha Romeo owners’ assoc pride?

That moneyman is a many women man

That money train! That moneybag!

His lust lasts and lasts

He loves not

Too his good food

Goes not well with his murderer’s mood

You’re not proud of your trophy sister!!!

We too do pity you our father’s daughter

KAHN KANN

Oliver kahn

Fussbal spiele kann

Er ist besser

Besser als Lehmann

Sagt ihn seiner manner

(Thinking of yester night match, German Vs Italy. Though just wrote it as an exercise)

My first poem in German

ABBA HARBOUR

Know those Swedes of ABBA fame?

Their wish to know THE NAME OF THE GAME

I to wish for the same

But mine is to know THE NOUN OF THE GEM

What a shame!?!

We’re all lame

ON HIS LONELY WAY FROM …SALEM TO JERI…

Hey! You newcomer to this nasty Nairobi city of ours

Dark hours are very bad hours, for they are muggers’ hours

How dare you jump from the frying pan into the fire!?!

Those nasty boys, those bad boys, those ghetto boys steaming kaya…

As ‘undergraduates’, theirs to carry blood-stain daggers

But nowadays, ‘postgraduates’, carry them guns these bloody muggers

 

So sorry for you we’re, for your losses and injuries sustained from this our bloody path

Moi avenues left, towards the wrong side of ‘T.M.’street. Wonder not where on earth!?!

 

I AM LACKING AND WANTING

Am very! Very! Thirsty

Am in need of a cold drink

Why not fill my glass to the brink?

Am hyena hungry

I just must eat

Whether wheat or meat

Am dog-tired!

Surely I should rest

Even if in a cuckoos’ nest

Am bat blind

I pray to see my sis

Her sailings in the high seas

Am deaf

I wish do hear

Why God wax my ear?

I am so dumb!

I can’t utter a word

‘Silence is gold’ my award

I’m sick

I depend on medication

I survive in hospitalisation.

ON MY WAY ALONG HEAVEN’S PATH

I met the prodigal son, in tatters, homebound

Tearfully with sorry sound

The rest was history, a story of; LOST AND FOUND

A father’s pride was warmest embrace and of kisses a round

Though unworthy to be back in His compound

Both in wealth and weight having lost not just a mere pound

Nevertheless this did call for felicitation to both those within and there around

Too the one, who from Jerusalem to Jericho thugs taunt

But passers-by, neither a priest nor a Levite did count

T’was but a Good Samaritan who paranoia-he didn’t haunt

And from his purse’s wealth to the mugged health, onto Godly he’s ass him did mount

More expenditure of placing the injured in an inn, have him didn’t too daunt

Instead an extra mile he went with a big smile, on and on, on his own account

Where, who, which, how and why a gaunt?

Procurer, that pimp’s cousin

So you think you’re the master of your dirty game?

Why mistreat our sisters? They, more than a wild game

They alike rare Tanzanite jewellery a gem

So for whom do you them secure?

Your occident pal dirty-master procurer?

I pray you have there with you deadly AIDS cure.

What a shame!

How do we you tame?

You and your five star hotels you’re just one and the same

Getting young girls from the beach…

Turning our minor from a beech to a bitch

Of your contract ‘amigo’ that a breech

WHY LATER NOT I, EYE-NOTE LETTER ‘Y’? 

Got I letters ‘A’ to ‘X’

But me much does vex

Oh why? I ask, why?

Why not letter ‘Y’?

I do strongly note

That up to it am not

Just but alphabet’s tail

Much to munch I fail

Ode to the great-war victim(s)

Pledging loyalty to the crown

Made him drown

Amongst a many my darling dear Davie

Him as a loyal Royal navy

Without even a faint fraction of a frown

Had joined Commonwealth forces of WHITES, BLACKS and too BROWN

Shouldering a burden so heavy

For Peace his life the levy

With much brawn

Woes wore he in his war-gown

To Far East’s Burma moving boldly as a Chevy

Among East Africa’s cherry King’s African Rifles bevy

MUSOLI SOUK-DAY

Today is to market

All roads will lead to Emusoli

Those of us with greens and grains all the way from Ematioli

Nearly each shopper with a paper bag or woven basket

Too, the Alubhiris’ selling off their livestock

Yet uncountable, loud haggling over the noisy fowl.

But be so careful coz cons too nearby and hereby play foul

Unless rain comes early till evening should we gather stock

This the joy of the market day

We too have ample time to socialise

And chattering time has passed-over before we do realise

Touching, weighing and touting for goods. Ooh! What a day so gay!

CHURCH CHIMES CHARM A CHUM

 When I go for mass

Not only the church

But too the bell tower

A blessings shower

With heavenly touch

Demons melody curse

Rhythm with hymn’s verse

The ascend-minded snatch

Praise and worship an hour

Chimes power! Jesus power!

Believer’s heart such search

Chuckle-chant, cherish a nurse

ALLOW YOUR PEN THE RE-DRAWING

No more lip serve

Here a stronger devise

Read its nib for advice

Your firm stand, mighty pen can reverse

As precise and loud, a Big Ben

Munch much its dean din-talk

As so long on paper a wearisome walk

Powerful than towering ten mean men

Than U.S. army and or marine, mightier

A loyal royal navy mutiny on choppy sea a ringleader run riot

Chauffer too war-mongering pharaoh’s thunderous fire chariot

Yea! Fierce as Israelites’ airborne jet fighter

No sword

Dip-dig deeper

Not even jack the ripper

Neither the sharpshooter that’s Oswald

.

HER, A LOSER

What a pity! Whenever I spot her

What a terrible loser?

Almost forced to insanity

Living life full of uncertainty

Happier am I a solo mover

Sadder is she a money-taking land cruiser

MERSEYSIDE’S PRIDE HIGH RIDE

A task so wild as wide

As murky sea high a tide

Tough and rough a rude-ride

An offender defender Carragher into own goal slide

Reds’ rangers strangers to seeing themselves red ‘hammers’ them chide

Forced to wet hands by faces that they hide

Gold fishes without a place to hide, felt better they died

In low spirit as without sprite drink, down lied

Steel-still by them with their anthem soldier-like abide

“You’ll never walk alone!!! In a chant steal some pride

With regard to champs’ passion as the only guard and guide

West ham united at long last like little babies cried

In spot kicks mercilessly Mersey-side them hot shot fried

Within a win rich-reach our hour tearful cheeks and chic chicks up dried

Scousers very best the tight fight successfully tried and deadlock untied

Wonder how could mighty Reds do it minus Raph’s RAF advice?

Why don’t you footie fun-loving fans decide?

As for Liverpool Beatles…Mersey-side best side

To the footballing world, a word does award confide

Wheel-will to fame flame and glory burner a banner, BENITEZ a device

GHETTO GIRL

Behave thyself ghetto girl

Be a positive influence to your other sisters,

Never ever groove around with gangstas

Ghetto girl, too unto another insults don’t hurl!

When pissed off your tail just, in, curl

Though be so welcoming to all even if ‘strange’ a visitor

Don’t be warm just only to the big belly Mister sinister minister

For men of property as their possessions can lull.

True! Eva, ever strong enough be to stick by your pauper pal

By him be even after proving to be in Afghanistan Melpomene’s canisters

And four, for foe broad and bright broadcast you smile as do for endless miles shooting stars

Only then can you and fate meet and meat a charming earl.

That’s the secret to success

Search with such success to possess possession and position in excess.

ME, A MERE DRIVER, A FORCE!

I’ve got nothing to say

But a lot more to pray

 I’ve got nothing to pay

But a lot more to spray

Have your say as you always have your way

I’ve nothing to say as here I stay

Here I stay and strive never to go astray

As you my master and my overload over Lord I serve on silver tray

I beg…Just make my day!

As you, alike an obedient ‘man’s best-buddy’, obey

Hence may peace prevail as bright as magi mantra following heavenly ray

Yes! And HAPPINESS convey

I, a mere driver driving you to a river in Crete’s creek

You the ‘busy bee’ big boss man filthy rich as Onassis the great Greek

ONASSIS OASIS

No man is an island

But there was a man who was an ‘oasis’

That who re-married Jackie, a tycoon

He was from ‘butterfly effect’ a typhoon

That Greek money-man called Onassis

His wealth, an hour glass’ health, gold sand

EXCUSE ME! I’VE A CALL TO MAKE

Does the phone buzz on the other end?

I need to get somebody on line

Since my eyes did the seeing

After my legs had done the walking

Now it’s upon my mouth to do the talking

Not necessarily though be stalking

As a go –betwixt, with me, the phone is very fine

Direct and instantly the message does send

Only but if her ears me she do lend

And accept my asking her to be mine

Though words might start fleeing

Then the brains begin the ‘locking’

Yet she might think am joking

That her am mocking

Ooh! My skin, from sweat will begin to shine

Now, d’you mind if on the phone I do depend?

BIG BRO

It’s just but the other day that from this newest and deadly disease dad did die

And then now this very day mom does follow as if in hot pursuit. Mmm? Why?

Henceforth you’re the only father

Again us you will too but mother

The first-born

Is the fast bone

But together as one, in this tough world as a family, ours the rough ride

Never mind those uncles and aunts, kith and kin that do from us hide

Parental graveyard and Holy Writ will answer our painful pleas

Gather courage big bro. To encourage me your small sis, please!

Jah-weh will be our light to guide

With open arms, His so very wide

Though this terminal illness against us did conspire, let it expire an empire

Let what did transpire on our poor old folks to health-living us do inspire  

A NOD TO GOD

I DON’T HAVE TO SEE

SO AS TO GO DOWN ON A BENDED-KNEE

NEED I ONLY TO OPEN MY EARS TO HEAR

THAT’S MORE THAN ENOUGH TO INSTILE ME IN FEAR

OOH! YE MIGHTY GOD

A BIG ‘YES! MY NOD

SEEING MYSELF IN PARADISE GARDEN CATCHING A PLAY

SHOW ME YOUR HAVEN OUR HEAVENLY FATHER I SOLEMLY PRAY

I STILL REMEMBER YOURS IS DAY SEVEN

BUT MINE TO LIVE EACH DAY AS IF MY HOUR THAT’S ELEVEN

AM YOURS OOH FATHER!

FOR YOU WHO KNOW IT ALL, WHY SHOULD I GO FARTHER?

YOUR FOOTSTEPS ALONG THE PATH

INTO HEAVEN I’LLFOLLOW FROM THIS EARTH

JINGOISM TAUTOLOGY

Overzealous patriotism

Unhealthy nationalism

Wary maniac lingo

Sot xenophobia                                                                                                                                   

                                                                                        

A ROYAL LOYAL

Loyal to the crown

He did drown

My dear Davy

As a Royal Navy

ITEN’S ITEM

St Patrick’s high school, Iten

Delivers a high-altitude attitude an item

Unique in athletics a system

Making it the marathon a top thorn in ten

IDEAS ARE STRANGE

As strangers

They come and go

If you don’t court them

They might leave forever

Captured in your mind’s frame

They might live in your life forever more

Sharp (receptors) messengers

Writers’ pen and writing pads are so

No greater a way great ideas to tame

Thoughts, again having French-leave, will never

No more ‘narrow escapes’ escapades from our tired heads to blame

Can slip from the mind yes but to and fro ‘up stairs’ they’re safely in store

ARE YOU A KENYAN!?!

Are you from that infamous ‘man-eaters’ country?

How d’you survive in that ‘man-eat-man’ capitalist society?

Am told, only in Mombassa that a saying ‘Hurry! Hurry! Has no blessings’

I too hear that only in that sleepy coastal province “HAKUNA MATATA!”

But devour others that hinterland community

We’re told after Hindu’s Har ambee! You embraced PEACE, LOVE and UNITY

Can’t you sing what any other Pan-Africanist philosopher sings?

Can’t you try this Afro-socialism ideology we call UJAMAA?

Shan’t chant

Shan’t

Shan’t chant

Shan’t chant a hunt

Shan’t chant an infant’s hunt

Shan’t chant an infant elephant’s hunt.

YHELP HELP-YELP, A YELL FROM HELL

On judgment day

When Apostle Peter rings the golden bell

All shall dim redeemer’s born-fire fray

                                                                                       I only pray                                                                

Mine to be but a narrow escape from hell

Yes, to disobey Lucifer, keep Satan at bay

A faithful going astray

Will have a saddening tale to tell

Messenger of doom will have a say

‘Twill be well and swell

Only and only if you may, I pray

Avoid this ever-blazing Satan cell

Cheaply your soul don’t sell

To stay gay, allegiances to trinity do pay

That the only lonely path to avoid the YELL

TIME WILL TELL

Only time can tell

Though lengthy a tale

Human traffickers us sell

As in Shimoni slave market us you put on sale

Well!

Truth being as big as a grey whale…

‘Twill be brought to light by time

Even your peanuts pay unto our skin and hard labour a dime

Lies are alike tar as truth as lime

Thus a white lie is only but a loud and proud mime

Forever and ever TRUTH will be prime

And never ever will it an ‘itch’ be a crime

PATEL’S CARTEL

Learn to pay ‘Caesar’ his due dukawalla Patel

Remember that this Kenya that’s Indians colony…

Patel! I strongly warn you with this stern advice to your evil cartel

Stop playing corrupt with this our ever-weakening economy

SUDDEN DEATH OF SILLY SETH

This a sad story of my newly found late-date

Told unto me, how poorly they did relate

What a young widow can make this Beth!?!

Not to live long to suffer more the peasants did regret

A ‘good-for-nothing’ great. A leader they’ll easily forget

As they dug his wide white marble grave past six feet beneath

  

                                    It, all the impoverished villagers extremely did upset

So shocking as it was untimely a sudden death

So soon a demise of though not adorable, still Honourable Seth

Non-this could bet. Even seers’ pre-notion this beat

Given his untold unmeasured, undeclared immense wealth

How can he be gone? How can it fail him, his robust health?

From diabetes, hypertension, stress, overweight e. t. c. he’s ‘the late

In pieces, to a tiled grave, we laid the restless soul. Into soil we did let

His expensive casket(s) with wet red sand bathe

Alone, he’s left his so lovely life-mate

Whom in his ‘building-the-nations’ Swiss bank trips she met

Ooh God! If only he could bribe this incorruptible death!

WE SHALL SURVIVE

With or without you, we shall surely survive

Our team even though out of steam, on shall strive

Its past honour and glory to revive

Passion of X-rist us will drive

Your absence, of success, us won’t permit to deprive

Pushing on! Soldering on! Sweating till to the sweetest end

BETRAYER’S HUGS AND KISSES

Alike a leech I’ll stick by your soft side

Through thick and thin, rocky roads I’ll stride

In a matatu, a ‘Kuna matata’ taxi, I accept to take a rough ride

Even at high seas with a mere Swahili dhow, face I tough a tide

With only the morning star as my heavenly guide

I’ll find you wherever whenever you reside or hide

My God! How can I withstand your love denied?

That deprived, I am not a Daniel amongst lions’ pride

Whether you like it or not my dear! Until into my warm arms you slide

Out and about am a solo-mover, in eight day going after you, worldwide

WEEP FOR THE SHEEP

When the dare-devil raises high his whizzing hippo-hide whip

The good shepherd’s heart begins to bleed and face to weep

When TRIANGULAR traders launch their slavery ship

The son of man soul-search for the lost baba black sheep

TO CLOSE YET SO FAR

Can’t we claim so for the ‘Gunner’s of London’ champions’ league campaign?

Playing against the Bona bou’s Barcelona star-studded soccer team

In last nights one-sided match unworthy for a major cup final

Was I deprived of a thing by my frequent visits to the urinal?

Fiery Thierry Henry unlike his usual-self, blistering glistering, lacklustre lacked steam

‘Twas his looked down upon pal E’too, Gaucho and Larsson’s camp Champaign

WHITE HOUSE’S WITCH ROOM

White house’s strong room

Is swept by a witch’s broom

The land of freedom and opportunities doom

We see in its busy body beastialism groom

If to fight is quite snow white right

Then why sight of Iran or Iraq a fright?

If the kite from the western horizon so light a might

Why then STARS and STRIPS wrapped caskets plight?

FOR A BLIND AND KIND A KING, HOSSANA! WE SING.

As a philosopher, he’s of great mind

Unlike the fat Rex Louis (XVI) kind

A grand kings’ king

Felicity us did bring

                                    Surely, himself heavenly turned earthly being

                                    A pioneer in smartly celibates’ ring wearing

Together the heavenly kingdom he did bind

In brotherhood there thus jollification to find

Ooh God! What a grand move him here to bring?

This sonny was summer after our staining spring

Praises do sing

For the great thing

Though first, bushed himself at the pack’s behind

Prince of peace story told, your mind it does rewind

MUDDY-WET AND WINDY A WEATHER

I did bet with Betty

That the coast now is windy

The Monsoon winds effect on the weather

But argued she that ‘twas not wet for she felt sweaty

That supported by the soggy wet and muddy Cindy

Don’t they seem to you to be ‘bads’ of a feather?

To dispute that, headed we to the jetty

On my side sycophant Dindi by ocean named after the Hindi

To prove that right or wrong whether

Yes, we do agree that an argument was so petty

But turn out to be a thing special from our tour of Malindi

We ended up in a feast of stare, sight-seeing those in bikini-clad of fair leather

                                                          

IN GOLD WE TRUST

If by saying am to be bold

And real hard truth too, told

Our poor souls we cheaply sold

WE TRUST IN earthly GOLD

We mistrust the heavenly GOD

Oh yes! Oh yes! Each our nod

                                              Presidents as Heads their mould         

From the real miner we withhold

Aren’t we a thousand fold

Mr. Trump as Stephen Austin so cold

Long live the great self-centred Americans

Never wonder, “Why do they hate us?”

BRETT HART

Wrestling unto him was a great sport

More than a sport it was an art

In turn turned him the ‘best-man’ W.W.F. at

‘HIT-MAN’ we fondly call Brett Hart

Thus one and all in wrestling hall just for him roll off a hut

For his mastery I award him my Golden Heart

Skilfully he wins without opponents getting much hurt

In wrestling mania finding him a decent nissen hut

Only touch not Owen heart. Was his softest spot

A GAY GREY MAY DAY STAY SAY

The air smelt pure and to breath so fresh

With cool a breeze on my Goosebumps flesh

On this fifteenth of day

Of the month of May

Good or bad

For man on land or in air a bird

Weather

Whether

Felt I jolly good

And in jolly good a mood

Never did l mind

This misty being one of its kind

NAIROBI’S NIOBE

Mama Nyambura, nyanya Kester

Her living overturning to a disaster

How can these really happen heavenly father?

Isn’t something somewhere sinister?

First ‘twas both the only son and grandson

Now death for her only daughter, on her doorstep does return

The teenagers perishing by trigger-happy Admin. Police’s gun

Her daughter, by HIV-AIDS-cum-shock, severely heartburn

RAPTURE CAPTURE

With ma pants down

Red-handed

Was I caught off- guard

Caught unawares

You came like a thief

I’m a foolish virgin.

Just as His only holy son

Not knowing the day nor hour

Now in abyss I drown

In scorching hell, on fire, heavy laden landed

Mine is but the red –card

A wear and tear that can scare who stares

Misfit mischief pays to my ever-forgiving Snr-chief

Sin did win over me and to dry gin did pin

From sun-burn I can run to sun-tan lotion, but not from the Big MAN

Wallow I in the claws of death, in darkness sour power

BULL BULGARIAN

Hirsto Stoichkov

Audible his cough

Loud and clear heard

For ‘Barca’ played hard

U.S. 94 amongst ‘...kovs’ army to the foe fore

Thus Bulgarians as soccer world cup fantastic four.

OUR AUGUST HOUSE HOUR MAD-HOUSE

From august to august

Aghast!

In June

Worshipers of full moon

Reading ‘their’ budget

Affordable the prestigious presidential jet!?!

A very fat domestic cat

Can’t catch nor much match in a trace race of rat

Them bossy, belly full

We wananchi bale fool

A RESOLUTION NOT A REVOLUTION

THEIR AIM? Unseating the incumbent

After discovery of ‘…Divided we fall’

They said, “One-on-one we can’t”

So, a coalition ‘came one! Came all!’

For a single candid candidate, thus content

Answering the ‘wananchi’s’ S.O.S loud call

Hence as victors emerged them triumphant

‘United stood’ their goal? Roll-control the ball

Now as big as Lumumba, that gallant elephant

They all hang in the Hall of Fame great wall

What a disgrace though, them full of criticism

More than just mere chief-thieves of tribalism,

Rampant is rapport report their neo-nepotism

‘Rogue rascals!’ brand we them out of cynicism

REMMY AND PEGGY

“Saw I Remmy with Peggy”

So said leggy Peggy to Demmi

In presence of Meggie and Fergie

Meggie who’s to Peggy just as Emmy

THROWN THRONE

Don’t show me the door pres. Doe

My dear big bro guard your jaw against playing a jolly ‘holy Joe’

In your pending stormy waters you’ll depend on me your life saver

Leaders’ like lizard tails, do come (not for good) and go

Powers like pack of cards towers do as Babel, rise and fall

But only Jah, His words of wisdom and redemption songs are forever

As friend can turn fiend so can “FOR YOU” “AGAINST YOU” be a foe

Remember your being big is your having been small. So sitting short can stand tall

This God we pray to, they pray to too. He, the perfect for ever

Only his answers can be ‘Yes!’ “Wait” or a small ‘NO!’

So will other be absent while some are present when His rooster he does roll-call

Yes! Mr. Know-it-all can play stupid at will but always He’s very clever

SCARECROW IN ‘PROF’ OLAO’S TATTERED SUIT

“From the fish pond and green acre scare the bird

Not the innocent ignorant me

Snare the king fisher and the quill, snare the bad

Am just but another telly-tabby”

A sweet sissy little girlie girl

Just late to cross the thicket’s rivulet

Horrified, terrified of the cool quiet waters that gull

Regretting, cursing why bypass the brook that late

“Tabby, forlorn, am also barred

This chilly place a palace not to be

A blind-folded watchman, a mere fright to swinging ape and winged bard”

Coz nothing can a clown crown here hear, gale feel or even sight-see.” 

BELOW THEIR PILLOW

She stored …her charms

Charm to two chums

Her love seam

Does seem

For him

                                                                    Hyme

TRIPLE TRAGEDY

Father was pronounced dead

Days after mother was buried

And a helpless child too awaits, to eternal rest, peacefully to be down-laid

Wasn’t it only yesterday that this young happy couple did wed?

Wasn’t that the first and last time for me to ever and never again walk in carpet red?

Who would have ever guessed that to be shown RED…only now we dread

Them, nobody nor nothing could stand betwixt as an aid

To and fro, themselves deadly virus courier-careers carried

In and out, run around their matrimonial bed

To tie a knot, fresh from college colleagues, they hurried

Was it Alfred or was it Jared?

No matter who, that marriage wasn’t sacred

So, if you may allow me your privacy to invade

As an advisor or adviser to all ye newly married

Alike, both best man and beautiful bride’s maid

For their sin of flesh them dearly paid

As the unafraid AIDS their entire household on hold did mercilessly raid

My plea? “Please mend the broken RED RIBBON wisely as widely said”

WHITE HOUSE WITTY ROOM

That house

That’s white

That room

That’s right

Its Mickey Mouse

Does deep and hard bite

Fool room

Full fright

RUDE DUDE

Suicide he did commit

By choke of vomit

Coz heaven he did omit

A heavy metal rock star

(As icon Ringo Starr)

Puritans did wrongly stir

DO YOUR ACT AND GO YOUR WAY

Do your act and go your way

Wait not for a many men you to thank

Usually they won’t get to you.

But if at all they come

Let them hit your forward moving back

Be held not back

Flattery, flirt fleet become

Blowing thy own trumpet too.

Yours be Roman’s God’s bank

Lest of self worthy you’re led astray

CORNERED AT THE EDGE OF THE BOX

Am inside the ‘danger area’ eighteen yard

Wheeling towards the penalty box

The goalie is but a fierce fox

His defender too, off! Me do wad

They are playing hard

Hey you folks!

Betwixt them me locks

I fall with a thud

Too bad!!!

At spot kick, the ref. the ball docks

What a great ‘home-guard’!?!

My hard shot, keeper brilliantly blocks

ANOTHER MOTHER

Non other than a mother,

Loves farther than a father.

To me, a mother you are another,

For in your house, a home, fond, sweet memories did I gather

HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY!!!

And may you stay gay

MONICA’S MONEY CAR

Full lights ride full flight from white house

Ignorantly looking innocently, a church mouse

What of inside the oval office?

Tore her from head to toe!?! Pierce her Peace by piece!?!

But that, so loud applaud, Ken Starr star-studded amonica?

Wasn’t the siren unheard by O.J. over sped bold Bronco car?

“Slur!!” it said

“Slur” Repeated his maid

‘Twas fanny and a ‘happy-go –lucky’ episode funny

Still Monica from it alike in DALLAS dollars, honey made money

JOYCE’S CHOICE

Joyce’s choice

Wasn’t it Lois?

Not ‘your’ Aloyse

So best be poise

Don’t you make noise

Better lower your voice

Be jolly and rejoice

For choice of Joyce

TANA RIVER’S KATANA TURNER REVERSE VERSE

Sired by a Viet-gong veteran U.S. marine

Who resettled for a quiet farm life in Eldama Ravine

An illegitimate son of an illiterate Giriama-Pokomo beach-girl

She’d promised heaven on earth. Diamond and pearl

Maternal grandpa called Kazungu Mungatana Katana

Mulatto Cuban cigar-loving paternal grand pop Turner

By nature a black sheep

By nature his dual citizenship

Katana is in possession of a Kenyan I/D card

Turner, a green card holder courtesy of his dead dad

STAND ALONE

Let them call you names

But keep standing alone

If you know your’ right

Let them you fight

Your life ain’t on loan

So with it, such a rare gem, don’t play games

Only remember how St. James

With them did pick a bone

Telling them point blank what was might

Shine sparkling bright your light

And will be all over alike air-borne

Thus you, fame’s flames

Them hence blame lames

As you, glory does don

To see a pretty sight

So stick slick n’ tight

As St. John

REVELATIONS, all tames

Standing alone, all shames

All will be gone

And high will be your height

A SANDAL SCANDAL

As lav. foot-wear

Very much I was aware.

But believed not that mere sandals

Could cause spiritual scandals

Oh yes! Indeed

They surely did

As fire from a candle

At last proved hard to handle

Ignorant, into the holy place I did

In sandals affront war Lord Aideed.

Infidel, kaffir and a non-believer

Nouns to make me shiver

HOLD TIGHTER OLD TAITA

Hold tighter

Old Taita

As pepper not a paper tiger

Be bold a fighter

Cold feet on you be lighter

That’s being in slave ship a nigger

To be Dag Hammersjold mightier

As a St. Arnold Whiter

Eveready get to be dirtier

HAITI HEIGHT

Eugene got his other half-life

From Haiti comes his wife

That Caribbean queen, turned her his kitchen knife

A CHILD’S SMILE

A smile that runs a mile

Lasts long ‘cos it’s so strong

Never intends wrong but happiness throng

Bringing together both foes, Isaac and Ishmael

Always from giggles burst to hearty laughter

Whether by a headstrong son or a coy daughter

Eventful, weakens it even your ever strong knees

Be it from your nephew and or niece

As John Ngugi runs a mile a child’s smile

Samson strong, does last and lasts long

Happiness ‘fool-ness’ thus rights a wrong

If it was a river, then not Mississippi but the great Nile

A CHILD-SMILE LIKE

A child

Has a smile

Smooth and soft undefiled

Lasting an extra mile

Brightens a dull day

Clouds turn blue from grey

It’s laughter

Lives here and here after

It shines from a tender heart

It is soul’s richest food

Not even a fly can it hurt

Only winged to spread brotherhood

I DID MISS THIS AMAZING MAY DAY

Umamaheswar Raju wrote of this day

The fourth of May

The year 2006, one o’clock in the morning

To be a wake that hour I was longing

But deep I was asleep

From my mind so fast did slip

That first second of the second minute

This no joke, we mean it.

It was 01:02:03:, 04/05/06

Ones in a lifetime a rare mix!

Credit to Raju Umamaheswar

For bringing this to our attention, so grateful we’re

EARLY BIRD EASY CATCH

The early bird

Caught the worm

Though not warm

It wasn’t that bad

                                                 (Dedicated to the late Bob Marley

                                                                    Inspired by his THREE LITTLE BIRDS song)

AM NOT A MATATU TOUT

Am not a matatu tout

Who carelessly around does shout

Yes! Early morning I am out

And about

As a scout

For a living ready to bout

All my energy sport

All the day throughout

A RECKLESS, THOUGHTLES, HEARTLESS DRIVER

The Taxi he drove

His passengers never thought him a white dove

This what I call a Kenyan Roulette

A like a 1947 invent of Alexander Kalashnikov

Your driver in early morning drown in a whisky by Popov

Ready to turn you all to the famous “The late”

PICNIC PANIC

We were together

Like birds of a feather

Though different colours our leather

But that bothered both them and us neither

That whether

‘Twas the bad weather

Our park picnic

Ended up in a panic

BAD BIRD BARRED

That eye-catching smart weaverbird

Though colourful, ‘twas also very bad

A chatterbox, others to talk, it barred.

MOTHER, ON YOUR DAY

Non-other

Than a mother

Loves you farther

Than a father

I don’t need another

Even if easily I can gather

I rather

Have this mother of my brother

MAMA

Non-other

You rather

A mother

Than another

Unlike father

Loves farther

BIRDS FEATHER IN A BAD WEATHER

It was blown

And far flown

From the lawn

Leaving alone

That that it did own

Ooh!!! What a moan???

TO MY MANY MOTHERS ON MOTHERS DAY

Non other than a mother

Loves farther than a father

Thus need I not another

Than those that God for me did gather

WHEN NATURE CALLS

When nature calls

You don’t disobey

For hence it falls

Without delay

Down, your garments rolls

If you, with call of nature play

BAD BLOOD

That’s what babu used to say

Of our paternity and our weird way

Of those, us did willingly sire

Yet himself of them all an ‘overseer’

A maternal grandpa he was

Who saw and acted the great wars

But into this marriage, we never choose

Better than us he surely knows

“Bad bloood!!! Black blood…”

Always reckoned in bitter nouns flood

“… Oooh gosh! My daughters did marry into!”

So into these bad marriages from him suffered too

GAME-RANGER’S GEM PAGER

The game ranger

Was caught by the poacher

This one was unusually stranger

Him, severely did torture

His life was in danger

Now only worthy a stretcher

The ‘middle watch’ was his pager

Vouchsafe, S.O.S call his born-again, a second coming voucher

SOUTHERN SAHARA REVIEWS

No stranger to sad news

Courtesy the bad leaders they did choose

To the money sent by occident’s millionaire Hughes

To blacks, this ain’t Canaan for the Jews

Good men are very few, so too their far reaching views

A bad bedfellow a many stand accuse

For misusing public coffers dues

As upright persons they can’t integrity interviews

Only those listening from the pews

Power can say are yet to abuse

Neither badly their positions did use

Only by their choice did they refuse

Parliament…golden eggs laying goose

Long hands long sleeved parliamentarians their morals loose

Singing, “Four legged good but better those in twos”

Of development, they’ve burnt the fuse

From their every pores sins do ooze

Drunk of power as if some powerful booze

To a sub-continent

WHEN HEN CAME HOME ROOSTER TO ROOST

Why did the hen cross the road?

Where the chicks abroad?

Or ‘twas the cock’s rod?

Coz chips and chicken!?!

That’s when!?!

Putting knife to neck!?!

PAIN GAIN

Much pain

Time and gain

Too much a gain

Though not so certain

But at long last you’ll attain

Never will hard work go in vain

Best buys are from best a bargain

As with UCHUMI supermarkets’ chain

Better your best and more so reclaim as too retain

YEARN TO LEARN GUN TO BAN

We were warned of the illegal guns

Illicit guns held by our own sons

But little did we heed the warning

We would, by word of mouth, letters or phoning

Now ‘tis a bit too late

Plorification is at a lower rate

Yet deaths are extremely on high scale

‘Smell of hell’ our daily tale

Such a ‘bad’ child

For being naughty, chide

Armed, by force becomes a fiend

Those, then with their guns don’t be-friend

IN A TIE-BREAK AT EXTRA TIME

We were in the middle of the game

At the centre pitch

Seriously hunting for the gem

With the very peak at our reach

Then what a sudden shame???

This young lady with looks so rich!!!

A shifta, shifted a scorching flame

Gosh! A bother too to both coy Josh and shy Shem

What a wander wonder! Inch by inch an itch!

To a standstill the fair play came

All eyes on a hobo did twinkle-twitch

As wishes alike horses like her to tame

Surely she was worth causing coarse a hitch

A hard hitter, below the belt to hit, her we blame

Two teams out of steam afore time break became lame

From a player to another, went down each

No! Never did things remain the same

The whole field, off-side sadly her a high voltage switch

Snatched her the ‘gem’ its fame

As we all our pass-time passion for dearest her ‘ditch’

Adieu ado! Due to a dame!?!

A ROAMING ROMAN

From Rome

He did roam

In a fuming form

Of white foam

To new found lands a worm

Even though a welcome so warm

Took him their king and chiefdom

And reserve for the a mere dorm

A STORM IN A TEA CUP

Carragher’s own-goal, self-made the start rust

At long last though the big bubbling bubble, boooom! Did burst

How Kops hummer hammer if to anything a mere golden-dust

With penalty shoot-outs, F.A. cup quench the silverware thirst

United as Manchester’s chest so was woes-waste West Ham

To cause Liverpool footballers harm

But verily at the very long last them did disarm

That skipper Steve Gerrald octave long-range charm

Confirming these cockney ‘hammers’

Not manful firm as large-scale farmers

Attacking style…Abbas’ Fatah or Farah’s Hamas!?!

…Just not being high spirited. Indeed need dear Dalai Lama’s

 Strong a storm in a tiny hollow china teacup

Londoners were here-marked ‘champs’ map

Last laugh was accompanied by a loud cough and deafening clap

Keep on keeper Reyna spot-kicks trap, outside to tap

A championship champ!

Higher and higher jump

In a Cardiff super stadia their lark luck champ camp

That millennium stadium fond memories to REDS does dump

‘T was Cisse who began the steady see-saw

Neither cease-fire nor misfire was in store

A go-getter for a hat trick Capt. Gerrard hard did score

Go! Go! Liverpool go! Merseyside side let it be so

PAIN GAIN

Much pain

Time and gain

Too much a gain

Though not so certain

But at long last you’ll attain

Never will hard work go in vain

Best buys are from best a bargain

As with UCHUMI supermarkets’ chain

Better your best and more so reclaim as too retain

                                                                                                               

MILLENUIM STADIUM’S F.A. CUP ALPHA AND OMEGA

Starters were the so-called ‘gunners’

And the end to apprehend Hamas style, their ‘hammers’

With baptism of fire, our banners their burners

These both as bother brothers, Londoners

Started the fishing feast Owen ending with Steve Gerrard

Double and triple daring trips so hard heard

For and wide without not a thunderous thud

Alike a bombshell no goalie proved a good guard

What a high ride?

Amongst the best team from Merseyside

As the unbeatable Beatles, teem taciturn talismans hide

Here, the REDS, the ‘Kops’ a Liverpool pride

Thus the beginning and the end

As beginners did defend

Though as super finishers much a many ‘enemy’ offend

To opposing teams a fiend but unto well-wishers best a friend

Lightly on their tired overburdened shoulders tap

Oh yes! Time and again improved to prove their ‘foes’ in all fours mere pup

As hot air, a storm, yummy creamy steamy Kenyan tea in a china tiny cup

By and large, twice F.A. champs clasp claps, REDS chaps a razor sharp

Hosted in millennium stadium among the two to be first

And also not the least though one of both last

To clinch the trophy, they lightning fast

ALPHA and OMEGA, thirst quencher to a F.A. cup lust.

SECOND WIFE’S DRAMATIC ENTRANCE

My co-wife to be

From look of things I think

Her a highlife wife I see

If she works to overtaking me

Heee!!! Her I silently laugh at

As me one in a million, isn’t she?

Close season gone she won’t taste so cloy

I really pity her

She’s unaware of his ploy

This, our big boy…

Mmmm!!! She’s yet to meet

Yet to meet a mate so coy

 

Here ones in a long while meet meat

Only for celebration, thus a rare gem a game

Alike a man-eater of Tsavo meat won’t meet

For the little we eat

We return many thanx unto the ever-kind lord

Yes! We give thanx for that little bit

When our hussy, a bomb, explode…!

My co-wife I warn you

Our hubby is but a heavy load

He’ll beat you too

When he looses his ‘never-found’ temper

Careless him to mind who’s who?

My ‘cute’ acute co-wife

Come well prepared

To brace a rock-hard life

                                                               POVERTY POETRY

Lack and want of property

Makes them not think properly

For them thus we write this in poetry.

Whining of those profit-making abnormally

Please! Pleas Calliope. Capacity be it in propensity

Can a pauper in dark an alley really be an ally?

PRINCE CHARMING’S QUEEN CAKE

Slow but sure Mabaker do bake

Magical Ginger biscuits over-grow to a king-cake

Could it be because of her blank cheque?

Maybe we ought to inquire from Ricki Lake

How her make-up into young men she can retake

Looking young herself, she’s yummy

Though twice his age a sugar mummy

This prince charming just her mere dummy

Please watch your steps our dear lovely Sammy

If I stilt, then for you cold is my empty tummy

CHRIS OKIGBO’S POEMS AHEAD MY HEAD

Mama Africa!

Stare at your western scar

That our surviving up-rising star

Though so hard to understand

Them I strive to withstand

Thus by them I stand

Christopher Okigbo

Died a true Igbo

For a cause, for BIAFRA ego

Thank you a million Nairas Christopher

For the common man and common good to suffer

Your blood and flesh, for New Jerusalem, to put on offer

CRIME CHIME RIME

Prime time for crime

When darkness begins to mime

Danger starts to mark-time

As criminals’ thug-(night) life prime

Into ‘steal’ stillness devil’s quacks rime

Crime does rhyme with grime

Rhyming with grime a chime

Grime a chime alike a dime against a dime

COLD FLOOR MATRESS AND A STONE PILLOW

Mother Africa!

My Miriam Makeba

Where too for your up-keep?

Why meals and sleep do you skip?

For food and slumber nowhere to go?

Or you just but both forego?

                                                           Because to pray!

So you say?

But by standard of any a ghetto

Be it Ziwani, Kivullu and even or Soweto

The skies are always shinning and shinning gloomy grey

Yes! Not you, but east or west, orients and occidents love their way

WEED SEED FEED

Cavil about the eerie weed

Saying it does reek the neighbourhood

What if we went back to the wood?

Will it still remain a broken reed?

Begorra! As Havana has no fag end indeed

‘T is all but to a coon a hood

Be it on pipe a smoke or a drink in a bongo. Of though, a good food

Yeah man! An all rounder hay is sweet a feed

Even undisputed its medicinal value, thus in dire need

Hookah cools down painful mood

A medication our fore-fathers ages ago well understood

Hence we readily embrace the knowledge of the old. Like a creed it heed

No more no less, are we not rectitude their seed?

A wise teaching by their preaching lectures steadfast we cooed stood

JINJA GINGER

My good old Bulamba boys hostel-mate Jimmy

On paying him a visit at Lovisa kikaazi shop,

Took he me to the source of river Nile and too to rumbling Bujagali falls

But that after having lunch at their huge beauty of an unfinished house

“These foul falls are streamy steamy”

James forewarned me of the impending danger

Obdurate me! Still for a closer snap shot closed to slippery rocks

“No Danny! No Daniel!” Came his so worried and overly concerned cries

True to his wise words, it came to pass, ’t was but a slip and not a fatal fall

 ‘I WISH I KNEW’ COMES LATER

Had I give it unto you…

It wouldn’t be with her

I greatly regret

I should have given it to you then

Then, you’ll be the proud owner of it

Otherwise not her possession

Anyway, am terribly sorry for that

Really ‘t is hurtfully paining me

That I never got it to you…

But to her

I feel so very sad. I mourn, I moan very very much

My heartache, that a so so sorry feeling filling

In pains reeling

Wishing, regretting

TEHRAN TERROR, RAN IRAN?

Was that old Shah’s era?

More or a mere error?

Or hereby court a sheer terror?

As a mayor

He is former

So says my informer

For now, he’s bigger in Tehran

Presently the whole of Iran

As that in the white house does ran

AM LACKING THUS WANTING A THING

Am truth thirsty

In need of holy water drink

So fill my mug of glass to the brink

An angry man am hungry

Daily bread seek to eat

Whether wheat in wit a red meat

With limping limbs, I dusty tired

In heavenly peace I wish to rest

Just show me the angelic nest

From sins scenes am blind

My long prayer, again to see

Slowly sailing, drowning in Oedipus lonely sea

I, to good news a deaf

Dearest God re-open my ear

Gospel truth I ask hereto hear

Voiceless, I’m totally dumb

Even if as a stammerer, allow me to speak

Thus my tongue as holy Moses to guide, it unlock

I’m terminally sick

I seek a new life hospice medication

To be born again my plea, be pleased to give your medical attention

ELDORET-NORTH SHADOW BOXER

Those that you killed while in power

Watch you from your ‘London tower’

Your Field Marshal Amin pugilist skill

Haunts and taunts you still

Coming is your payday Mr. Storming in, is the reckoning hour

Where’re our tribes mate, where is our land, where too is our…?

They taught you bad manners at the university???

One wonders! War-mongering too a diversity!?!

Aye! In or out of parliament, time catches up with you

Not just you, those that stole from the public coffer too

I WILL FIGHT AND FRIGHT

I will taste mucky waters, freezing cold or bubbling hot

As an attacking shark and a mighty whale

I’ll do exactly that and more as well

And they’ll who’s the hot-shot

Up in the sky, with birds of the air

The evil bad birds of night, the mighty bird of Jove, into their scary eyes do stare

And prove to them, am a jet fighter with flair without a glare

With both my hands as wings a pair

Yet here down on earth beasts of the wild and races savage

I’ll cajole to drink from Eden’s garden

Seeking to soften their hearts so harden

Opening a new page, Holy son second coming waiting stage

I’m daring, a daredevil mighty fighter

Temptations do fight

These Satan’s plight

Make me, hell’s matters a flight lighter

UNCLE SAM’S UNCLE TOM

Hey, you general!

Hey you foreign sec.!

Hey you jolly John Doe!

Where’s Jim Crow?

Are you aware of Mason-Dixon Line?

KKK sycophancy don’t fancy a Freudian slip

MAMA CIVIL RIGHTS MOV’T

Born in Tuskegee on the 4^th of Feb. the year 1913

Rosa Louise McCauley grew to become ‘Mother Change’

More than a yearlong blacks’ boycott to the bus system brought change for the better

 Not in the bus but outside, standing for black power to the letter

Hence segregative south status quo rearrange

That ban did burn the whole union barn as never afore had been

Raymond Parks’s wife caused a stir before unseen

Be’cos in Montgomery, Alabama ‘twas strange

A nigger in a bus to be a front seater!?!

That KKK cousin seat demand, her didn’t deter

Defiance, M.L. king Jnr farther, as a good father, did avenge

Thus bringing to the limelight the light skinned blindly seen sins scenes

That fateful eventful Dec.1^st of the year 1955 evening, a seamstress’ did win

Aunty Louise’s anti-racialism, from north to south, equal rights did range

Oh! Only seven years shy to clock a century! G’night tough fighter a sister

CATTLE BATTLE

Bos Taurus rustling

Their claim, I strongly say

A bride’s price for my darling

Even if with this fearful life, I’ve got to pay

A marital reason to battlefront out quick marching

Looking forward to the wedding day

Quid pro quo, hence we’re as such searching

Seriously searching so a soul-mate to tame we may

Though me a mere ninja turtle

As a brave shogun I brace for woe

Into misty front line of a mysterious battle

Armed only with my poisonous arrows and a olusiola twig bow

Whether bull, bullock or heifer a preference, all that’s needed, cattle

To bleed I risk, even if to death, for the one I, as a Billy goat does a doe, adore

This, a male folk pre-natal kinda rattle

Though forward, push I still, I feel it male chauvinistic from head to toe