Kariuki Michael

 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...