a TALENT is the greatest ASSET anyone owns but if not realized, its the toothless lion/lioness in an individual 

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the snare of the unknown has a cocktail of unpredictable taste...but you must give it a trial anyway

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what if?

what if ?
incapacitates my abilities
frustrates n castrates my motives

it still  provides more options of ifs

thief in motion, i regret 

worse, cant find the secret

what if ?
has made me an experimental sample
making me grabble all my visions
procrastination the only destination
rendering me null and void
yet i cant avoid

 what if ?
i become rich, more ifs crops
i wanna drop this question tag
stuck in my mind like an anchor
what if am a celeb, share this...
otherwise am/you still are a product of if


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if is a thief

if life was a weather forecast
i will dictate snow for now
numb the morning mourning
while reducing moaning

success in-vain
is a real pain
persistency to maintain
idleness forever refrain

dusk is a mask
sunshine awaits
walk or crawl
before the cock crows

prepare or repair
work in pair
to get a way clear
and shun despair

if is my last speculation
am ready to face life's repercussion
incapacitate perpetration
for i must win this mission


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check list

Am sorry

Is the last word am gonna hear from you

Don’t worry

The greatest mistake of your life

Its okay

The plastic smile that mocks your future

Go to hell

The trumpet that resonates my dull moments

I Don't Care...

an eternal suicide bomb

.....checkmate.....

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ruthless rattle

Am stuck in a trap

Love triangle of absurdity

Tearing my heart in to patches

Forever pretending she still care

She calls no more

Am not sure I ever exist in her mind

The mastermind of my life terrorism

In the pretext she loves me

She is a deadly poison

An hired free mason

The vampire of love season

Existing in a terrorism prison

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MISTRESS(mpango wa kando).Not just an HOBBY !!!!!!!!

i was born brainy and witty
enjoying all the luxuries of the city
am crazy with fashion and mad creativity
this is my daily insanity,so please i need no pity



no commitment stress
too bad am your husbands mistress
all assigned queues  in my address
an not apologetic, all salivate at my undress

i frequent flash their dollars at Seychelles sandy beaches
i beg, don't mistake me for any slutty street bitches
i can afford my bills, my lifestyle and all these riches
mind you i taught your hubbies all sex styles, so mute your pitches


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 IN BUSINESS..Take care of strangers with so much...they are you best clients...

unlike friends and family who never see the worth of the service/good you selling them but all they care is HOW MUCH YOU BENEFITING/ROBBING THEM

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MY WEEKLY CALENDER

 DURING  MY FREE TIME I TAKE CARE OF MY FATHERS HERDS OF CATTLE AND THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST ENJOYABLE PART OF MY WEEKEND DUTIES ...HANGING OUT WITH WILD, DISCOVERING NEW SPECIES OF FAUNA AND FLORA  WHILE DANCING TO THEIR HAPPY MELODIES

 WRITING IS THE CORE KNOT OF MY LIFE FOR IT FULFILL MY CRAVING OF INFORMING THE ENTIRE WORLD OF OCCURRENCES IN A TYPICAL AFRO-TROPIC ZONES ...

THE SWEETNESS OF RHYMING WORDS ADD A DOUBLE LIFE PULSE THAT KEEP A ME ENGAGED FOR A MORE SERIOUS JOKE /ENTERTAINMENT

 KENYA IS MY BEAUTIFUL NATION WITH ALL THE BEST PRODUCTS COMING  FROM HERE ..WE ARE BREWED IN A COSMOPOLITAN ENVIRON THAT STRETCHES US INTO GO-GETTER....OPEN THE GATE ..A KENYAN JUST CHECKED IN

LIFE IS WORTH THE BEST A HUMAN BEING CAN OFFER...LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON

 

                                    

                                                         beard count has doubled
                                                        Mr. bed room matters master
                                                    your voice box is now bass amplified
                                                       body stout is now shouting
                                                        man up, you just won a bonus.
                                                           HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON


i witnessed you crawl n grow
transiting from naughty to cheeky
not differentiating weakness from wickedness
stressing atmosphere with your silly punches
dredging fear into boldness...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON



First day in my hands
the lion roar you gave, storms to date
as your mothers tear of joy flown
a new blessing you signed
and your smiles sealed an happy union
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON

                               you mother died two days latter
                                 that why am reminding you her letter
                                   so glorious your granny shared her power milk
                                       you grew from weak to strong king
                                            my family you bond firmly..my blessing i share now
                                                                            HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON


YOUR MAMA IS WATCHING


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a new idea is like a young kid its vulnerable to a lot of dangers...so protect it as much as you can and never be afraid of the sleepless nights you spent making things get better
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never underestimate the power in you,...the world thrive in peoples ideas ,,,YOUR IDEAS MUST TOO.
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THE CAPTIVES.

Each and every day that comes

Finds our faces washed up with tears

Wondering when we'll be free again

To team up  with our loving dears.

Suffering is the air that we breathe

Proving that happiness, we'll never find

That, is the bitter truth of our lives

Though justice and freedom was our stand

Our children are illustrations of malnutrition

With ribs protruding out of their small chests

       Always crying due to hunger and thirst

Plus the cold on their half clothed bodies 

© gift 2015...courtesy of ROSELYNE WANJOHI

MATURE LOVE AMATEUR

From 8.00am, I had my fathers’ herd to look after. I dashed to my room picked my akala, bow and spears. My little sister was already at the zizi accompanied by my granny. Story time with this great old man was always a mind blowing experience.  Here he was, assisting me sing to the melodies of the mooing hungry cattle.  The two innocent creatures (a young kid goat and my little siz) caught my eyes at a glance.   .

Down the rolling hills I was in this amazing jungle. The place I have been raring for half a decade now. The natural azure was always refreshing with the wild animals keeping my company.

A special day awaits me. It poked my mind with a precious visit. Birds singing in full voices while the impala danced to the welcoming atmosphere. A good fortune was on my throne.  Two hours later, an unexpected guest showed up, KONYAZII my long times crush. I liked her since the days of Sunday school reciting gospel hymns and poem that were always tantalizing. Her soft high pitch caught me by surprise, hey BALATA, she called.  I rushed her way; on her lap was an ink mark: “UA DAY” it was written.

I didn’t get her at that point, but I was expectant on what she really made.

We strolled down the jungle to this awesome botanic garden. We walked down the aisle of nature trail that led us straight to the river. I crossed and started splashing water all sides using my stick.  She called for help to cross the river but I liked seeing her defenseless and helpless and this made me feel a real king on a throne. Drip, drip and the pregnant clouds seemed to give birth anytime. I fell back to have my queen assist cross the river. I carried her on my lap which reminded me of life saving experience with my fathers’ cattle when rivers were flooded. The raindrops were tripling that made us hide in rich bougainvilleas. Cold was fast catching on us and a cold love war was now evident in me. My silence was broken by a cold arm strap on my waist accompanied by a tight embrace that enslaved me. The wonderful angel was all over me. Our penguins coiling created a warm ecosystem that stabilized our temperature.

Raindrops on her eyelids made me mistake she was crying; I like it this way for no one realizes if am crying or not, she replied. Her stern gaze left me uneasy; your wet deceitful lips are making me uncomfortable, she complained. I stretched my arm to dry them but a policed soft drip denied access. I like them watered like a young plantain, looking healthy, innocent and full of appetizers, a soft whisper applauded. On the background her heart beats were racing like fast and furious 7.

 A real adventure but I was deeply in prison; I wished the mixed feeling could explode the hell outer my life. A roller coaster of questions without answers clobbered my mind. I walked slowly to the drizzling atmosphere where I was welcomed by a waving young flower of hibiscus dancing to the tune of the blowing wind. I recalled my little sisters’ goodbyes. Her natural innocent smiles and I asserted goodbye to fear. I picked the flower and gave it to her. “Kings Daughter, I can’t afford an expensive rose flower, could you please accept this for the impromptu courtesy visit”, I retorted. I boldly looked at her eye and all this time she was calligraphing earth using her toes. I reached to pat her, and she shyly gazed at me. You are a true gentleman n I treasure you more than gold or platinum .mind you I have waited for this moment all my entire life.  A millipede crawled on her bare foot; this made her jumped straight from the ground, hugging me tightly at the same time yelling like a mad man.  In no time our lips were colliding like titans.  My fathers’ loud burst’ “where is the herd and what is the time?” terminated our adventure.

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who am i?

Who am i ?

A puzzle that knocked my personality

Only to be served expired cocktail

Right or wrong

Behind bars i slept in self denial

For all trials ended  brutal

I punctuated my life phrases

Masses worsened my life sentence

A death toll was on my trolley.

Refined Curses

Only because i chose free will

School had its own drill, milling me to nil

Bright dream inspired my zeal

Confusion clobbered my path-way

Freedom of personality i was denied

I sought asylum in drugs

Marijuana almost butchered my mind

The dead -end to my turning point

I was a desert, no one liked my desserts

Like a health hazard, i dined at evils come together

I hated me for my opinion seemed barren to them

Am now free like uncontrollable airborne disease

Lacking concoction for my success abnormality

A rough trough no one can do like me

Free at last I have mastered me

I flourish in the garden of triumph

And sleep at sleep at the natural spring of “who i am”

© gift 2015