That boy from Obunga

That boy from Obunga… It was love at first sight When I first saw him, my heart out of its cage tried to fight Blue butterflies in my stomach took a nasty flight It wasn’t his face, his voice nor the Khal Drogo eyes, his soul felt right Unwaveringly drawing me like an insect towards…

Kokorioko the good man

Kokorioko my husband says his eyes I don’t interest no more That his heart goes kupu kupu kupu no more when I approach That I wear clothes twice my size making my curves a thing of the past That his stomach in disgust churns when with sweet names I endear him He says jo’Nyaoke his…

The sailor and his wife

A tale is told of a sailor and his wife She in all her grace was the light of his eyes He in all his might was the love of her life She adored him and danced to the sound of his pulse He adorned her in affection and mounds of pearls And when at…

It hurts so good

It feels like standing under the navy blue sky Butt naked on a rainy winter’s night Snow gracefully sweeping the shivers off my skin It feels like walking on burning rocks Embedded with shards of fine china At the pace of a burning chameleon It feels like being buried alive The red moist soil falling…

When its over

He was a bird caged in his own prison So long he forgot how to fly Every time he closed his eyes He could see the beauty of freedom He could taste it but couldn’t reach it As she fed him with crumbs He saw a window for escape He bit her so hard his…

my country, my mamaland,my pride.

My country, my mama land, my pride What do we do when the, green, white and black Have all faded into the red,  The blood of our brave sons Now flow down the tarmac roads Washing over our terror stricken lands  Mothers hold their dying sons Watching as their lives slip away through their hands…

Dear me in ten years

Did your dreams come true? Or life became somehow rude Are you still kind and good? Or fame turned you hood Wait… did you get famous at all? Shows all over, concerts and balls Selfies with strangers in malls Or this dream will crumble and fall? Are your pieces in a book yet? Or publishers…