Kariuki Michael

She was a beautiful lady in her hay days Men of all walks of life drooled for her face All drank from her well and gave little pays Till her body could not take in more abuse With a stripped gown in the ward she laid Frail lonely and bones protruding as shade She fearfully saw her beauty and figure fade At last her life flew and her nice eyes greyed Her light weight became too huge to ferry  Her casket was a boulder of a rock to carry It carried many souls which she would bury And in her well many men had made merry Mourners sat silently following the sermon The pastor bombarded sin like a war cannon Sweating as he did on top of her in Oregon  When her hips smoothly moved in gyration The soldier too remembered that cold night When drunk he staggered and held her sight From her well he fetched with all his might Now he too among others dust he would bite Even the big politician was her customer too In the dark night he'd see and call her my boo He would then give her a thousand...

Son,take care not to pride in worldly things It is Him who gives and Him takes boldly Daughter,do not boast of beautiful endings He can take everything you treated fondly When others struggle don't call them stupid  He who gave you saw it fit to deny them When they do well you at once become livid  When they beg you spit at 'em with phlegm That beauty withers like spring rose flowers The shape too is temporal ask your granny Remember to thank the one who  bestows Even when you are winning the grammy The adorable family you have belongs to him Like a rented thing,the owner can claim it Like a tenant you cant cling to  it or whim For what He Gives, He can take believe it  Son,be humble for humility is priceless Daughter,be grateful for it costs less Shun those who are proud and loud Keep my wise words and read them aloud

In my quest to find you I lost myself  I blindly gave my heart out And denied me myself I  rejoiced seeing you happy While forgetting to make self happy.  When you left i cried and begged But in leaving you were happy. No day passes without thinking of you I hope you too do when making out With that man you claim to love.

The shining African full moon Brings back nostalgic memories Moments we shared as children As we fully enjoyed our innocence In the shining nights we would sit Playing games in halfly lit nights We'd rush to the house, open the pot And refill githeri supply in our pockets Nothing mattered at that point to us Not even the shouting of our mother Nor the danger lurking glaringly as  A thief ready to rob a rich  brother Shirtless,shoeless and senseless We shrieked at the top of voices Cursing,singing,riddling,narrating Till we fell asleep in the open ditches

 We met for the first time at the site You collecting paper bags and i plastics Our eyes met and it was love at first sight On our way home we lit the match sticks We had no candles nor torch for light But our hearts shone like red lip sticks For it was love that was more than love In my makeshift house we made dinner And spread the jerry cans cum tables Not even the foul smell of the litters In the dumpsite outside could stop us Collecting plastics daily became our life They talked about us e'ry where we passed They wished they could love with love that Was more than ours,even those with cars Jealousy made them snatch you from me In the rehab they claimed that you were mad Not knowing you were mad for me and my love Oh Nasibo,come back to me. Bring back my love to the site Where we fell in love at first sight.

 In a land not far away a fight broke out Impunity drove  the young to the street To go and salvage what was left of the nation From the jaw of the corrupt parliamentarian Armed to the teeth with flag,phone and placards They marched tirelessly in the gruesome heats Chanting freedom songs in unison they went And gained access to the rogue parliament For hours,even though few,the nation was free Of thiefs and cons who stole the soil and tree, Took advantage of our struggling economy, Economy they had plundered in glee  The emancipators were then hit with copper Their bodies were deformed like a molester The sniper on the roof took them out one by one Not minding the glaring lens of the media man The Chief Liar then stood on the podium Heartily,he thanked the villain for killing Killing the emancipator who raised his arm To protest against wanton wastage and stealing For the emancipators,he called them treasonous criminals Who deserved to die the way they did  For their...