Kariuki Michael

Welcome to Senior school,Senior Girls With courage take everything life hurls Then watch yourself shine as cute pearls Or become bright as the diamond  crystals  Talk less,work hard and try complain less Unhealthy talks and chores are meaningless Your time they take and increase your stress And the end? You sit at the base of an abyss New learning areas are a door to the future Perform well as all your grades there feature Start now drawing a beautiful mental picture Of a good tomorrow that you yearn to nurture The teachers will guide you like a steward Asking and encouraging you to move forward With love they'll tell you when going wayward Until you get the fulfillment you seek inward Respect self and others if you far seek to go Stealing is prohibited and that you know Keep time for you'll pay the price if too slow Yearn to morally,spiritually and academically grow.

Educate a girl,educate a society Save a girl, save a community Empower a woman, save humanity Her studies and life,make a priority Teach her Biology,She Will be a Biologist Teach her English,She will be a Journalist Teach her Geography,She will be a Geologist Teach her everything,She'll become the best Protect her From FGM,it is retrogressive Early marriages too, that is oppressive Forced and cheap labour,that is abusive Educate a girl, that win will be massive

 Didn't you watch them take the robe Didn't you see them take his shoes You cheered as they took his ram and its kid When they came for his kids,what did you do? Even when they forcibly slept with his wife didn't you see They took his land and livelihood as you watched They killed education and health and you were mum They stole what he had saved all his life  They taxed everything,from water to livestock and you didn't speak When he stood up to fight to kill or to be killed You labelled him unpatriotic,a rebel You hypocrites are worse than murderers 

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...

 We are the wild women you forgot The ones in schools they taught  From far we have been brought To far lands we are going to fight We are the women you despised The ones whom evryone down trod We was called a generation-failed Only to for us to rise and high soared We are the women you didn't educate Saying that was reserve for the fortunate Still we passed in life exam thanks to fate In business and homes we are doing great We are the women that braved mockery For our looks,shape,complexion,sanitary We braced for years your scorn and battery All that we did was termed unsatisfactory We are the women running the industries We are the force behind tech revolutions In aviation we are piloting massive 777s In armies we are the platoon generals We are the women that never gave up We are the women that never broke up We are the women to, others look up We are the women that you brought up

The beautiful oasis from afar stands out Surrounded by fairly cut marigold thicket The clear water in the hole quests thirst I often yearn to draw and swim in it At the slight touch of my water gourd  Water in the oasis create a ripple crowd The gourd drips droplets on the marigold Replenishing everything and all is cured My water gourd wet goes inside again  The oasis does not complain or bargain The gourd's touch makes it want to gain Urging my gourd the speed to maintain At last the gourd hits the water surface A fountain gushes out and hits my face The warm water falls on the right place Soon afterwards the gourd falls and breaks

 Tomorrow i will head out To ask the lying devil to fight If he kill kills me in the protest Tell my mama i died asking for the best My taxes he uses for foreign trips What remains him and his cronies keep Half a million belt the devils wears While i can't afford to buy two shoe pairs Tomorrow i will head out With a white t shirt and the Kenyan flag White for peace and the flag for love  Still,the devil might spray me with bullets My sister is angry too She is struggling to afford pads Her babies' diapers the pain adds Her taxes help the devil keep mistresses  Tomorrow i will head out And face the sprinkling tanker I will sniff the teargas cannister To remind me my hate for the oppressor Tomorrow i will head out My phone in hand and kfc meat in the other In an uber to town,i will join my brother If they shoot me take my phone,eat the meat On my epitaph write "He Died Fighting For The Nation"

 I am my mother's savage daughter The one whom everyone seeks after They silence me,asking me to cut hair Yet they know this is not at all fair I wear my ladyhood crown with pride For this i have got nothing to hide They want to tax my beauty and blood To no longer afford cosmetics and pad I stand out to be counted with other women Leading protests against these bold conmen They must feel and see our wrath fully Even though us they are trying to bully You can arrest me but my mothers blood  Protects me. It fiercely flows like a flood Sweeping everything  on it's path Not bullets can scare me. Even death! I am my mother's savage daughter I protest for my  happily ever after I protest for your and yours' better future You who is shooting me and  my mpiga picha I fight so that your daughters will smile As they pilot planes for many a mile As they occupy spaces in the tech field Why not join hands and fight this feud?

Five happenstance found themselves buying In the same joint, intoxicatedly having fun Unbeknownst to pains of the others laughing Each Set off with their plane of choice,to get high The first one pulled his green leaves out  Like a goat he chewed,till froth formed He said that he invented the parachute The others stopped their flight and laughed The second one poured his flour on the table Like a pig he bagan snorting,little by little Twenty Minutes later to stand he was unable His bones had immediately turned too brittle The third his bottle held tightly to his heart He drank away his sorrows and tears And told the others never to get a sweetheart For marriage life he lamented was fierce  The fourth,this while an old paper in hand He started rolling the seeds. Saliva the glue That held the substance in place,at last gland He lit it. 'Wah,Jack Oyah,Listen to this clue In Zion i'll be the lead singer for Jah's band' Like a steam engine,dark smoke to skies he blew The fif...

 Milk it. Milk that cow till the wells run dry Even when it moos,don't stop For the work of a cow e'ryone knows Is to provide milk to the owner Milk it.Milk that cows till it oozes blood Let it not claim that it is tired  Who is the master of who,the cow or you? Do anything but dont just stop milking Milk. Milk that cows even when not fed Even if it calls the cows' clan for a strike Pull out your whip and whip all the cows Lead it to the pen and capture the others  Milk. Milk that cow even when it is sick A cow is not permitted to fall sick Not by God or by the veterinary doctor Even when sick do not consider that factor Milk. Milk that cow even on its death bed How will you survive without its milk? Even when it cannot stand go with a cup Milk and thank yourself for milking with a gulp Milk. Milk that cow even when it is dead Who said dead cows provide no milk? Charge for its death certificate and its Burial permit. And remember to milk it Milk. Milk that cow even in its...

In the old rusty matatu they sit The maid and the gardener Each in their thoughts lost The gardener,his ailing mother The maid, her kids' school cost They are woken from the reverie  By the sudden hitting of the bump That make them accidentally knock Secs later they feel the pain in the rump. 'You will kill us trying to get off the block' The gardener yells to the old chap. 'A gardener and a maid need no comfort' Old Badger retorts,shifting the jammed gear. In their thoughts they are lost again  Within no time the old matatu speed gain  The gardener closes his eyes already tired Even Though  the days work has not started After a short time  in a deep slumber he falls The bed bugs did not permit him sleep And neither will his boss when he arrives The loud yells wake him up This time,it is the maid. "I swear i saw it!" She claims,eyes almost out of their socket "I swear i saw it It was flying from that bonnet The cockroach!" All the passengers brea...

 It was i who shot the sheriff Now they claim that i am guilty They are tracking me down Led by the police deputy He was an ugly and fat baboon With money and a Toyota Saloon Five stars on his uniform-a marshal To shoot he needed not a rehearsal Mine beautiful wife he long coveted  Money and car had he and i not Every week flowers he brought While sweat i broke building the road All this while i knew but so what  A man with no money is like a man With a broken hand; no use they got He provided both on the plate and the bed On that fateful day i said enough is enough With my month's salary a gun i purchased, Headed home and waited in the trough. Toyota Saloon came and under a tree parked Ten minutes later giggles turned to moans My wife was in pain but she seemed to enjoy The scene i beheld until now still pains That betrayal i would  no longer buy My Ak-47 firmly in hand i held: one eye  On the target the other closed for range The trigger with the index finger ...

They killed the small man and his dream Who used to stand down the dusty road And his sweets,nuts and masks sell, In his tattered shirt,old trousers and akala.  The big man from the roof of his car said "All hawkers must vacate to give way for.." The following week the police harassed him and all of them,home were sent. He picked his carton and its belongings He cursed the government and the big man "For 20 years i sold my sweets here. They Schooled my kids and my wife fed.  The big man has no heart!" A big mall stands where he used to sell  and Big cars of the buyers there are packed 24/7 None of the items sold here can he afford Isn't he jobless and hopeless after all? Didn't his son get sent away from school? Where did the principal expect him to get 3 Thousand shillings that he asked for fees? Adjacent to the mall,the big road now passes Heavy traffic day and night, of slaves in cars Others on twos,going to and from work. The street is clean. No trees an...

  We are living in interesting times,times  When Women have refused to age  And are participating in all kinds of sins  And i look at them disgusted with rage  In their 80s they are still using push up bras  To support their bosoms which have been tired by age  That skirt is too short grandma,leave it to your grand daughters  That trouser is too tight and exposes your pink inners, the colour can't camouflage  The boy you run after is old enough to be your son,stop acting like a young lass  The wig is good but that too i don't know it passed your ' good things' gauge  We are living in interesting times,times  When men have refused to grow  And i look at them and despise them with spite In your late 70s grandpa,the dye on your head would make a tarmac road glow  White hairs you try to conceal,don't you know it is a fight with fate? The trousers you are sagging reveal your old tattered boxers, also hanging low  Your...

When i finally get in heaven i will sing.  I hope there are angelic choirs that sing.  Beautiful voices cool my disturbed mind.  And listening and singing i wouldn't mind  When i finally get in heaven i will write.  I hope the dead authors and poets 'ere rest  From their cup of experience i will drink  Because writing engages my wild pen's ink When i finally get in heaven i will read  I hope books, scrolls of literature i'll spread  Lots of wisdom i will gain from the letters  As letters dance in my mind as wild waters   When i finally get in heaven i will mingle  With all the artists long gone to sit single  Next to the throne of the most high artist  Artists God so loved that He made 'em most  Let me sing in this small heaven  Let me write my thoughts ever wild Let me read many books unobstructed  Let me sit with all the artists i can  Before then.