Long stoned road

I have ventured on thousand roads,

Some with ease, some with difficulty,

I have witnessed life’s beauty,

And stepped on green manicured grass,

Carpeting earth’s warm embrace

Now I find myself here,

In the seemingly endless stoned road,

With trees dancing at the winds command

And with my eyes glued to that destination,

The scorching sun reminds me,

In harsh constancy,

That I am still at my journey,

In the company of solitude,

And lifeless existence,

Not even the birds’ early serenades,

Or the hope of victorious finish,

Gives me strength

I keep pressing on,

Hastening my steps,

Hoping that I will taste the ends promise,

Beyond the horizon,

Where my destiny awaits me

MY MAMAS WORDS

My Mama stood up with soap in her hands,

As she washed clothes,

And as usual I was playing with the water,

Helping her,

As my little self-told me,

But in the real sense,

I was playing with water.

Pretending to help her.

She raised her brow,

And looked at me ever so lovingly,

The words she said that day;

Forever linger in my mind,

Even if I was so small,

I have lived by these words to date,

She said:

God ordained you and planned for you,

When you were a flower about to bloom,

A life of joy was placed in you,

Not one of gloom and doom,

A positive attitude, you must always employ.

My mama went on and said

This world is not a good place,

But with God’s love and mercy,

You will survive,

He has got your back all the time,

He has you in the palms of his hands,

That means, he always remembers and has good thoughts of you.

Because, you are in your fathers care,

You know you shall not lack,

Psalms 23 says so,

Never give in to anguish and despair,

Be inspired by his unending love,

He has best of plans for you.

When faced with sorrow,

Don’t cry and question why,

He is right there with you,

Hugging and comforting you,

Rest on his shoulder,

Let him carry your burden.

My mama,

As she bended to continue washing,

She finally said,

My little lady,

Be always happy,

Learn to give,

As by giving your receive more,

Don’t ever quit,

The lord is always by your side.

TOAST FOR ME

A toast for me,

Raise your glasses,

Let us toast,

As music plays,

Let us all break into dance,

For the lord has blessed me,

This jubilee year.

YOU HAVE MY SHOULDER

I have tasted salty tears,

Rolling down my face,

And felt emptiness so deep,

As if my heart had been seized,

With no ransom

I have had long sleepless nights,

With no one to talk to,

And I eventually soared.

And so,

My dearest friend,

I see and feel your pain,

With tears to fill a hollow,

Pain you cannot conceal,

And eyes so teary,

I am here to give you my shoulder,

Your sorrow is my sadness,

And your joy my joy,

In friendship I will always share.

NEWS FOR THE HATERS

Some people,

They have NOT a THING to do,

Only smirk at your triumph,

Wondering where you got there,

First, they say,

“You are a gold digger”

At times they say,

“You are a street walker”

The losers,

Have the audaciousness to say you are a child of Lucifer,

Only because,

You toiled and rose higher than they,

Well now,

I have news,

News for my haters,

Watch me,

I am getting more,

More of success,

Less of failure,

More of victory,

Less of defeat,

So you get more to talk about,

And when you are done,

I will be far,

Far from your cheap talk,

And you will be left alone,

Alone with your small talk.

MY RAINBOW

I smile,

When I think of you,

And like rain cupped in my hand,

It feels so good to wet my soul with your love,

And like the rainbow comes after the rain,

Your love has illuminated my life,

And each and every day,

You leave sweet smells in my mind,

Which linger throughout my day,

Making me smile when i think of you

GIVE ME TIME

it's now too apparent,

and painfully clear

that i am not the one for you

and not even close to your heart

it's time to move on,

and make my heart devoid of you

once it's clean i'll stitch it back

and it will beat brand new

tears of you, i'll cry away

and wash them down the drain

i'll cleanse my mind with tranquil thoughts,

and the pain will be a faraway thought,

After all this is over,

I will have newer refreshed confidence,

And walk with poise,

Until you become a buried and forgotten past.

NEWS FOR THE HATERS

Some people,

They have NOT a THING to do,

Only smirk at your triumph,

Wondering where you got there,

First, they say,

“You are a gold digger”

At times they say,

“You are a street walker”

The losers,

Have the audaciousness to say you are a child of Lucifer,

Only because,

You toiled and rose higher than they,

Well now,

I have news,

News for my haters,

Watch me,

I am getting more,

More of success,

Less of failure,

More of victory,

Less of defeat,

So you get more to talk about,

And when you are done,

I will be far,

Far from your cheap talk,

And you will be left alone,

Alone with your small talk.

GRAND PA

On this very day,

We your children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and friends,

Are here to celebrate your life,

And remember your life,

We have cherished memories of you,

The smiles and the love we shared,

The stories and advice you always gave us as your grandchildren.

You were always a man of truthfulness



On this very day,

 Father and grandpa,

We are here to say thank you,

Thank you for the life God gifted us with you,

You taught us harmony and all the essential values,

Your tranquility reverberates throughout,

From your oldest child to your youngest great grandchild,

You are dearly missed father and grandpa.

On this very day,

We remember the greatest virtues you had,

Your integrity, honesty and sense of fashion,

You challenged us by your intelligence,

And your walk with Christ

The best of all virtues,

You saved for a rainy day,

And any time we your children had a financial strain,

We knew you; our father would save the day,



You were a great man,

Your legacy will forever live on,

Be at peace wherever you are our dearest father and grandpa.

On this very day and always,

Your life will forever be celebrated.

Poem by: http://kasmbuya.blogspot.com/

NO FAIRY TALE

He was too impeccable,

but I was too crazed to care.

When he hugged me,

I got lost,

Lost in his embrace,

When he looked at me,

His eyes weakened me,

They seemed so loving so genuine,

That I couldn’t help but love him more,

His love was a lie of lust,

His kiss an unpardonable violation,

Because as I stayed true to him,

He played me with the rest,

To him,

I was only a remedy,

A remedy for his boredom,

So here I am,

Left with my tears,

Writing this pathetic poem,

About the loser I let in my heart,

The frog which remained a frog,

And refused to turn into a prince

HUNGRY

It is lunch time,

My mouth waters,

As my tummy growls an empty swirl,

Hungers stews inside my tummy,

Weak from lack of nutrients,

I ache for something to devour,

My mind goes on a trail,

At the thought of the sight of food,

how I will bump on it when it comes,

I walk past nearby restaurants,

My tummy rumbles even more,

My heart cannot let me pass this restaurant,

Oh the indulging aroma of fried onion,

I finally give way to my desire,

And as I collapse on the restaurant seat,

As the waiter takes my order,

I catch a glimpse of the empty table’s left overs,

As my eyes scan the restaurant,

Fork and knife at hand,

People are having their fills,

I cannot help but ask myself,

When my order will come,

I could as well demolish the left overs on the restaurant table.

THE BEAT OF MY FINGERS

As words pour on my sheet of paper,

I always wonder,

Where it is they are born,

How do they flow so simply?

In rhythmic arrays,

How does each vowel and adjective,

Know its place on my paper,

Whilst my fingers are rhythmically dancing,

To bring out clear outlines of how I feel,

I always wonder,

How this came to,

It is then that I realize,

That my heart,

Always holds my pen,

In every cadence that my fingers make

SLEEPLESSNESS

My mum advised,

That when I lose sleep,

counting sheep is what would help,

i gave it only one try,

but then when I reached the 30^th number,

I saw goats,

goats dressed in white,

and on top of this goats were monkeys,

monkeys riding on the goats,

then I saw a witch,

the witch,

she had a stick,

with which she pointed at me,

daring me to get close,

and then soon,

wild cats appeared,

meowing as if hungry,

hungry for milk,

the finale was when,

a gigantic man appeared,

with a face of a donkey,

and then I let out a scream,

my mum did come,

and that is when I learnt,

counting sheep is no good before you tuck in.

HATE THAT YOU KNOW

Being always right,

Is NOT always so cool,

It is good NOT to know,

When others DO NOT know,

The fun in not KNOWING,

Is that you will KNOW,

And you will get a bigger crowd of KNOW NOTS,

So then here is my advice,

If YOU know it all,

Just once now and then,

Pretend that you haven’t a clue.

And then you will find

To your great delight

That people will knock on your door.

And you won’t be alone

Alone with your brain

You’ll find that you have friends galore.

It is always good,

To NOT KNOW too much

MONEY TALKS

In this world where money talks

I need to know just why;

every time mine talks to me,

it always says

GOODBYE!