Monday, November 24, 2014

@malimwengu



Am worried, everyday
Sunday and all holidays
Patience keeps me going
Rumors skewed into facts
Ouch! I may seem happy
But the testimony internally
Shocking, chocking and scorching
I have been comforted for a while
But the grace is now done
Am writing to clear the ruthless
Hell outer my heart
My brain is very sober but hovering
The power of word inadequacy
in extreme delicacy 

Am haunted never hunted 
No more circle but support cycles
Not desperate; entirely disrespecting
The dubious method used
Overrating my wrath
My worth underestimated
Ha hah... right or might?

Dear Lord, rescue me
My ideas n thoughts may sway me
Show me the way in all I do
Man-made nuisances
Call for no mercy, sorry or worry
Cowardice can be abated to prejudice
am never relent
always present and repent
before i descent and fend

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

My virgin yam



If Kenya was girl
Terrorism could have raped our virgin
Blessed with all bonga points features
Future would be blurred and staggered
Pot holed right left center n daggered
ooh my dear country




Head wounded by communal clashes
Eyes blinded by tribal intolerance
Crippled by corruption and nepotism
Ditched and rotten by Alshababies
ooh my dear country
 
Stinking the nasty odor of decomposing morality
Polarized insensitively due to undue illiteracy
Insecurity staining its clothes
Natural calamities tearing its pants
International air exposing our nudity
Gossips gone gravy
Impatience brain washing our angel
Ooh my dear country

generation Y classified



They call them washamba [naive]
Only because they first woke up in the city
The only language they knew was sheng' [slang]
They hate us for our loyalty to mother language
Breakfast ... bread n butter

For us porridge cassavas or sweet potatoes
Their lunch hamburgers or pizzas
“Githeri n Mukimo” was the order of the days

They know all the tricks of the city
They mistake their grannies for witchdoctors
Uselessly cause of the age toll [rough wriggled face]
Afraid of domestic animals
Wearing tumbocuts
Exposing 3/4s of their body
Calling it civilization
Homosexuality not a taboo anymore
Watching dirty series
Some turnout to be bandits
Strippers and armed robbers

Amazingly they take advantage of our naivety
Misleading us in the streets of the city
Their unruly, cruel tricks overturned by or stringent feud
Disrespecting teachers, for their parents
Are richer n higher in the job hierarchy
yell to anyone near their fathers’ locomotors
They only go to upcountry
For burials if possible or
During festive holidays
If only and only if the inflation
Never allowed for any luxurious 
disposable income

Some abandon their infants
Protesting they were not ready for that
They brand themselves “all know how”
Exercising their inanity
By failing to breastfeed their kids at tenderly ages
In the name of revenge they assume
“mpango wa kando” status
deep rooted by from falsehoods



They wear very enticingly n
sexily at the work place
To enhance their hidden motives
Some are hot gossipers, 
turning  homes to court rooms
Some become commercial sexual workers
Only to increase the volumes of their bank cents
More surprisingly 
they employ young energetic boys 
To be screwed daily for a pay
They go to media houses
To track their cheaters and get hooked up
Folly supremacy at climax  


HAHAHAHAHA .....THEIR NEVER SLEEP THEY GO OFFLINE
THEY NEVER RESEARCH THEY COPY-PASTE
OOOOH...NO MORE PHYSICAL DATING ...THEIR SELFIES MATE
FASHION FAD THEIR CRAZY CRAVING
FUN FUN FUN n GIGS ORDER OF THE DAY
GEEKS IN NATURE..


Thursday, November 6, 2014

VICTOR*s

sweet wet sweat
food 4 good mood
found in expensive pound
whine n refine the wine
shine n redefine
remain wise
shun excuse n abuse
misuse of knowledge
pages of unpaid wages
revenge framed into cages
snares peeping unaware
rare only to spy
your inhumane pie
by integral pi.

conquerors are warriors
barrier smashers 
risk takers n care takers
custodians of the oppressed
fighters for unity n equity
equality n quality to all
their brain content sharp than
spears or swords
for they never spare
their words for their mighty
right surpasses any fright
masters of the innate power
gorgeous and glorious
miraculously are hilarious

their conviction
is the first class concoction
for a silly parliament motion
frictions  framed with actions
dose  portions
bitter than abortion
to eliminate their ill notions
vision illuminated
into future mansions



they would rather die
than  see impunity
injustice thrive into potty bellies
silence to them is nuisance
an influx of sense 
intense with no pretense
To them a second is more precious
than century ages




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