Two Souls Lived!

She was a warm soul He cared alot Gates and guns couldn't keep him in She preferred an indoor life-with the aroma of the kitchen He relished the world With his camera,to capture the moments She waited on the couch for the pics and kept her oven-hot recipes ready for him Crotcheting her time away as she tended to her babes His love was in the highest steeple Unreachable to many but only her! Hers was the foundation stone,buried deep Selfishly guarded for him alone! Two lovely souls-but different to the core! He had a choice , to keep or to lose , to hold or to let go! She had a choice to keep to her lane or muddle the course she knew not, to expose her soul to pain, or choose love and light in living the best way she knew. His world was like a whirlwind, that caressed her thoughts again and again Her world was like a phantom that crossed his adventurous mind by the minute. And so they lived their life. Two different souls albeit cut from the same cloth And the clock's arm moved on , Oblivious of their different orientations, But reminding them both of the life they had lived in this free place that's the canvas below. -and the hereafter,when their mighty soul's would sleep If one can clown another , and live in their soul 'n skin And to experience the deepest of fears That sublimes in the heart of the other And live within their soul's love and light To be the sole witness of anothers heart beat, They would have bought each others patent and get a copyright to each other. But,alas You can only live one life in the solitude of your soul with its mess and mellow You can only live in your lifetime's lanyard but once With no preview to another's. Friends,you will hit...and miss someday. And its the life we've lived fellow pilgrims.

The Eclipse.

A little More breath A little more pain A little more frailty ..And then the eclipse.

Njia Panda/ Crossroads

Unajua ground ikiteleza
watu hutafuta mwenye amemwaga maji!
Kumbe ni enemy ameifanya terrain ikuwe slippery!
Ile story King kaka aliwaambia ni truth.
Lakini  conversations za truth ni ngumu kuput through.

Kama wewe uko hapo base level
Hakuna vile unaweza kuwa different na mawazo yako
Thoughts are things ndivo sages hutwambia.
Itakuwaje wanaotuongoza ni mafia halafu sisi ni holy?
Sasa hii kitu tulishaiona kwa umbali!
Lakini tumeogopa for long coz hatuna guts za kuiita bluff!

Kama Martin Luther angenyamaza ,
American blacks hawangekuwa na voting rights.
Ilibidi Mandela apigane na Injustice,
Ndio black Southafricans wapate equal privileges
Mambo Kenya haitakuwa any different tukikaa silent,
Hii ndio reason investments zinaenda Kigali,
Juu hakuna kitu kama corruption hapo!

Hizi ills sasa ziko entrenched kwa system yetu,
Lakini system si mbaya ni watu wamerot kutoka upstairs.
You see hata samaki mbaya huharibika starting from the head.
Hii kuwa optimistic kwamba mambo itabadilika ni illussion!
Ni kama daydream!
Inahitaji wale wachache wako upright kusimama,
Bila kuuliza 'what is there for me'

Swahili shakespeare aliwaambia nyinyi ni forgetful tu sana.
Vice moja huondolewa na ingine,
Injustice ya saa hizi huwa inafutwa na ingine.
Hawa washajua sisi ni kama ngiri,
Hatukumbuki tulichofanyiwa Jana,
Tukilia njaa tunapunguziwa bei ya unga,
Saa hio ni mdosi fulani anatafutiwa tender za kuimport cheap maize.

Sijui solution ni kuunda Kangaroo courts
Zichukue place ya justice system?
Ukifanya vibaya unaadhibiwa hapo hapo!
Labda wakifeel pain wataacha kuruin country.
Nimesema nichanganye lugha labda mtaelewa hivo,
Kwa sababu tuko kwa crossroads.
Na mnajua njia panda vile ilimfanya fisi

Days Of Old

And now am back to here,
where we trace the roots,
And remember beautiful old-time fantasies.
Like watching our shadows in the clear stream.
What can beat the ryhthms of the river waters,
Going doing to an unknown destination.
You remember the Mathioya moments,
That was our version of going out.
Whats more satisfying?
Than hearing the lush sound of reeds beside the river waters,
Looking like the place where Moses was hidden,
Ooooh,and the sound of pebbles as they go down,
I can remember,
Because all of me is still country.
The city with its heights scares me.
I still haven't got used to the neon lights!
And i still treasure the fishing line,
What about the thrill of a new catch!
I still wear pepe jeans like they do in the country
And i don't give a damn wearing my safari boots often
When you watch the lilies by the bank of the river,
and they are supple because they've drank long from its waters,
There is no other beauty you can compare.
The  trees know no other time but spring,
So they flower and flower
And all these make manifest the glory of God,
And yes they liberated us to dream and dream,
They lit our candles then as they still do.
For that reason,tomorrow is such a long time coming,
Before i get back to this beauty of old.

KINGDOMS

When dawn breaks,

And what you do gets you hooked,

And what you don't do gets in the way too,

It sucks!

You've got to get free.

Got to loose yourself to find you,

And then you can build another anthem,

On top of the one that imprisons you

Away from the timid to the brave,

Along the highway  that leads to your hearts victory,

And to your minds delight,

Then you can say you've build another kingdom,

In place of the other.

So in this pursuit,

Of living as though you don't own what you possess,

Of taking advantage of low moments,

As if to cheat your way to freedom.....

And when happy staying as though you're not...

Its about that effort which goes to fanning the flame 

When the ebbs are low

And quieting the sounds though not to a dull,

When the high note gets you into trouble.

There is this element that seems not much to some,

But to you it is all or none,

So you engross in it,

And then the danger is not far ,

because then it hooks.

The goodness absorbs you,

The bad in it gets you too.

These kingdoms are the ones i refer.

So what is the way out?

Staying as if what you buy is not yours to keep.

Knowing that even time ,

as fleeting as it is, is not yours too.

So that even if you'd fail a thousand times in all others,

But commit your soul to only this,

You'll have broken a thousand barriers,

And out of kingdoms that keep you down,and below!

CLARION CALL-Unabridged.

When the rubber meets the road,
And the sling does its swing,
Something is bound to happen
'Cause one must give way to the other,
Or else, both live in harmony .
And because we can't hold back anymore
We gonna say it the way it is,
Call it by its name and its synonym .
They institutionalized the curfew,
and the model of the  African business.
They call us backward,
Just because they stole so much from us!
What's a marathon for,
If there is an early and a late start?
I know this mayn't be popular!
But yes, it made our start poor;
A false start designed as so.
They have denied us the opportunity as it arises!
For not knowing our ways,
They may be forgiven
But to push the divide further,
with a sneer for the race can't be tolerated!
We don't get the tenders now
'cause we ain't have security!
And so our brothers nearer home,
Have borrowed a leaf,
From those invaders of longtime
Ain't sure whether the passion of the patriot still hold
Because to me the centre doesn't hold.
But Someday things will change!
They will change in Kampala,
They will change in Nairobi
I am saying they will change in Washington DC
They will change in the inner sanctrums,
They will change inside the hamlets we live in.
Our sons lifes will no longer be a sacrifice to their gods,
The blood thirsty gods of unbelief.
And our daughters -
Oooh they've been a cheap exchange for the longest time!
Until it wears our hearts NOW.
The clarion call is to Africa.
And its real sons and daughters
From cape to Tunis,
From Nairobi to Marrakkesh
When  will we stop our business!
If only for a day,
And think about the United States Of Africa,
About our  common problems.
About our hopes,
And the derail in between.
About the violations of human rights.
And about the best effort we can put,
And the quintessence we can amplify.

On Revolutions And The Plotters

Just the other day,and late in the night,
A news reporter said we're on the verge.
Heavy with sleep,i didn't get the succeeding word.
The only other word i heard was-'revolution'
It was an alien word to me.
It was fearful too,and i only thought of guns,
And a forceful eviction of an elected government.
Nevertheless,I went to sleep.
In my naive curiosity,I checked the local daily at dawn,
Eager to read about the revolution.
And true to my eyes it had the story.
The facts were there too.
Kenya was on the verge of a revolution!
And there would be no guns involved,
Not even spare blood to be spilled-
Our blood banks don't have enough supplies anyway!

The story went like this-
The president has identified a common enemy!
An enemy we could all hate and loathe.
An enemy that deprives us the passion to work,
What will all the Johnie come lately eating the whole pie!
Becoming overnight millionaires!
And so the pronouncement had import,
In that it restored our hopes once dried.
The fluid in our joints flowed again,
With the faith and hope that our taxes,
Which  used to feed and fatten the butcher's cats,
Would ultimately find a better use.
And there was the revolution!

Our healthcare system would once again bloom.
Our maternal mortality rate would go down .
And our children would count their birthdays again,
In this God given land that is Kenya.
Talk of revolution!
Revolutions don't need an army.
It may start with a whisper to another,
That things are not just right,
And we can't stay that way!
It doesn't  need a Che Guevara or a Castro,
Though some policies may be just what we need.
It only needs a conscious Kenyan ,
To take the button to another,
About the common enemy that is CORRUPTION,
And the other,not given to keeping things for himself to tell another.
And there we are!
Reclaiming our country from the dogs!

These revolutions revolve around conversations,
About why we should not engage in the vice.
This vice that eats us alive!
It gains momentum in busparks-as you wait for the estate bus,
And in marketplaces where the anti vice slogan spreads,
Then to white collar offices where the sharks lurk.
And before you know,the fat cat is rounded,
His effect-deadened by the chorus against.
That is when the  revolution happen,
With no plotter in sight but goodies to see,
Then hope,our elusive hope springs forth.