What I saw that day
Left me on fire
I burnt from ur arduous desires
The room was all set like a stage
In the corner candles were lit
The green yellow flames that announced
The stage was well covered in anticipation
And the room roused passions
That left me weak with amorous desires
I was called to this act
For my professionalism
To participate in ecstatic combats
I held the beauty in a warm embrace
Heart touched heart
Who in the world would not have melted in such a disposition
Her soft touch and skin
Her watery eyes that spoke to my hot blood
Upper hands behold
Her hips ample without being superfluous
I lost my mind
When I touched the temple of love
She gasped
And I slowly asked
To be excused of my patience
In entering the sanctuary
which was well lubricated
She crowned my happiness
I found the sweetness unimaginable
For she was no novice
As was I
Our battles lasted for acts after act
Till my arsenal emptied
And in the fourth act
I surrendered
And shed some blood
To renew our combats
For another blissful ovation



The calm soothing breeze, Dazzled the branches… Branches of the fig tree, Into a rhythmic order, Swinging the birds into melodious, Lyric of the new born-the new day.

Fading away the hustle, Dismay of the old ages, Ages of darkness, sorrow, That filled the heart With agony and painful experiences. So painful that it bleeds to death.

Yes! The new page has turned over, Soothing the bloody hearts, Hearts that were dead-bringing, Back to life to feel love, affection, But, is it worth the anticipation!

My childhood

Today I am a very happy child
Am full of joy and excitement
Am smiling and grinning
I know today playing with mud is out of order
My playmates will know
What swag and style is
Because I am stylish
My lovely mother
Has brought me today
New shoes and stylish clothes

Out in the field I look up the sky
I see an aeroplane and with delight I cry
My father’s aeroplane
My father’s, my father’s
Like birds in the sky
My father flies
My father’s airplane passes by

Ayoo ayoo (mama)
Ayoo ayoo (mama)
Mama lifts me up
Cleans my nose and puts me down
Gives me sweets to share with sweethearts
I run to my friends
And they sense my pride
They surround me
We share according to the level of friendship
Those who are mean when their mother is from the market
Only get but a bit with a promise
To be more generous

When the day ends
Am dirty and happy
I run home
Tired and hungry
I am bathed and fed
And am lulled to sleep.

Embrace Me

After you are hurt and wounded
When the rain beat you hard
And make you dripping wet
And the ground is slippery
That emotions sweep your feet
I will slide in the mud
To come for you
And lick your wounds
That I eat your sorrows away

When you feel uncomfortable under
And your legs become weak
With an imaginable emptiness between
I shall squeeze sometime
And come to fill the void
And perfectly fit the hollow

When you are surrounded by loneliness
And you are overwhelmed by situations
And you cannot handle it anymore
I will come on top
To push and pump
Your agony away
And give you calmness and serenity

If you find yourself alone
Thinking of how hard things are
That you get worked up by circumstances
I will startle you from behind
And heal your sores
To energize you more
So that you know my coming
Was all for your satisfaction.

I Leave

Do not provoke the bruised bosom of a disgusted lover
Foe to herself enemy to man
Who will burn able bodied men
In avenged rage of sadism
Seductive as she may be
Green she may seem
I wonder why in the world
Such a being was made

It really hurt when I saw you with your current victim
Not for me but for him
That he will suffer the same fate.
Young a soul for your evil ways
Why, why, why?
Are you so loose
I feel total contempt
Towards you
A person who seeks attention
And when accorded
Dipells it.
Hold on! Hold on!
This is not for you
No no no
This is for the rest
The foolish that reel in fantasy loving
You are lost
If the most impressive thing that you do
Is create enemies along the way
Yes I know
To increase stimulation
Delay gratification
But yours
Are you a monkey?
Jumping from one tree to another
you leave with surprise not regrets
I wonder why?
I ask how?
Became of morals!!
for I might be taken as a warmonger
A dumped lover
I leave.
With a humble bow
To say no more
Of morality
Of love
Of trust and frienship
Comradeship and partnership
I cut the communication
And abandon the relation.

Literature our Mirror

Bertolt Bretch “The Caucasian Chalk Circle” DOCTOR vs INVALID, BLACKMAILER and LIMPING MAN – the INVALID accuse the DOCTOR for causing him to get a stroke by treating the patients for free.

BLACKMAILER on the other hand informs the court that, he only wanted to know if the farmer whose name he hides had raped his niece but instead he was given money to pay for his uncle’s studies.

The LIMPING Man accuses the DOCTOR for operating on the wrong foot. The Doctor’s case presented before judge Azdak manifested at our very own Kenyatta National Hospital the Limping man had his right leg operated instead of the left leg. Azdak considered it as a professional negligence. Kenyatta Hospital had it worst, a wrong patient had brain surgery. This should be considered attempted murder.

VERDICT: INVALID was sentenced to a fine of 1000 piasters
The LIMPING MAN as compensation he would receive a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Poor Limping man.
The BLACKMAILER was sentenced to give half of the proceeds to the court so to keep the name of the landowner secret.

Corruption is prevalent in Grusinia. The peasants, on Easter Sunday accuse the Water Inspector for taking bribes, Azdak in the monk trial accuse the Princes for having won the by pilfering the war coffers, Azdak as a judge, accepts bribes openly showing how much the society had sunk into the dirt.

When war breaks out in Nuka, the Singer says, “When the house of a great man collapses, many small folks will be crushed under the ruins.” Therefore the death of Governor Georgi Abashwili leads to suffering of many. His servants would be rendered jobless, the prices of food shoots above the roof- Grusha pays 2 piasters for a pitcher of milk among other issues.

We also notice the difference between the poor and the rich, Grusha pays 2 piasters for a pitcher of milk but the Grand Duke is willing to pay Azdak 10,000 piasters for lodging in his house. This is the adage of capitalist regimes. Whilst the poor live under a dollar, the rich eat in luxurious hotels. They do not have problem with money.

The Caucasian chalk Circle is clear portrayal of Kenya.

Literature is indeed a mirror.

I Think of You no More

Now that I think of you no more
And, that burning desire to be with you has worn out
When I held your esteem high and might
When I placed you in a pedestal and loved you.

That love to which is beyond flattery
To which I could easily have made my conquest I loved you with indifference of forgetting
A promise of constancy a seal of fidelity.

And the smoothness of loyalty
That in all the ladies about
I had never made such
But only to you my intended.

Now that it ended
I think of what could have been
To play and joke with you
To be happy together and be sad in moments

With the madness of passions
And the youthful energy
I would entangle you
And suck with all industry.

The hatred and mistrust
That you along the quest for love acquired
And make you speechless and breathless
And you be mine to hold dearly.

But that ended
That innocent rosy face
Those big round eyes
That voluptuous curvy body
Which tempted and left me captive.

That voice that captivated my primal feelings
To which I hunted vanity
Your calmness and cheekiness
Your frisky behavior that dangerously annoyed me.

Your boldness
That I find no more interesting
I think of you no more Or see you as a passing torrent of passions.

To which only fools succumb
To desires of the flesh
Which leaves one tactless and defenseless
Your beauty left me breathless.

And I stared to enjoy without enjoment
To which I lost my lion heart
When you cruelly cut off
The strings that webbed my heart
I wept! For I was atlast free
Of my heart.

And long liberated from my vain thinking
In it I came to know
You never possessed a heart That feels and desires
But you have a head
That was bent on humiliating and degrading me I think of you no more.


Oh mother
How I feel for you
No words can reveal
I will never forget you
Nor forsake you
And I will strive
To be worthy of
Your goodness
For ever and ever.

I miss you mum

Am in Love

And this is directed and addressed to you
For there was and still
Original form of my suffering
To the gods that summoned your presence
Or the oracle that brought you to me.

You are a cruel being.
I swear that you killed me
Its not that am complaining of your rejection
Because I know love is journey that me and you are traveling
I mistook your destination
And welcomed you in my heart
A curse. I cry
I suffer in agony and pain
Ooh how I wish you knew
My trials

I could say that I don’t eat well
But that is a childish innocent truth
Whomever taught you to be deceitful and to think before you speak
Is cursed
For they let you not feel the fire
That you aroused in me
Burning and pure feelings
That I willingly let flow
From my heart into your head
which made me look up the stars
Heaven and earth had smiled and I was carried away
I forgot myself because I felt for you
But you crowned my misery
And sentenced me to the most humiliating punishment
You killed me

Your presence and features make me weak
And I silently wish to open up
To shower you with lamentation
I woul not go that low
I will keep cool and calm
I will learn your way
I will become cold and I will blow
And when I feel not anymore
I will relove again with the same fire and passion.

I will regain my feelings
And follow not my desires
And remember that all in all
Love is vanity
If the object of your admiration
Give not the satisfaction of the flesh
Love unrequited
Love lost
I was truly in love😍❤

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