Monday, 29 May 2023

The Spider

the spider dexterously spins its web
its gangly feet hold it midair 
a slight touch of its web 
and the spider bungee jumps 
and when the danger passes 
it hoists itself up, like a crane 
but the question remains - 
why doesn't it get stuck in its own web?

The Writer and His Excuses

I will not write today, 
the wind blows in a sinister manner 
and has misaligned my creativity stars

I will not write today 
the table creaks in a way 
that grates my soul 

I will not write today 
I am yet to discover 
one chore I haven't done yet 

I will not write today 
something somewhere is just not right 
I can't point it out, so I will not write 

I will not write today 
for I am not anybody's favorite poet 
except I have the illusion 
that I was born with a gift of the gab 

I will not write today 
my mouse is not working 
I had never thought - to my dismay 
how much a mouse meant to my creativity 


The Songs

the songs that you both loved listening to,
echo in a distant with haunting clarity 
and the chaos that you once embraced 
becomes entangled with reality, 
muddying it, destroying all illusions 
and creates storms that you never, 
in a million years, anticipated, 
you become limp 
unaware, 
unsure, 
of what to do 

You Will Get Used To It

one day, just one day, 
you will get used to the cold embrace 
of loneliness 
you will cherish how numb you are 
when you think of them, 
how they hurt you 
how they took you for granted 
how they often forgot you are human 
 - a feeling human 
one day you will unfurl all the memories 
and scatter them like chaff 
and watch them disappear 
and feel nothing about it 
one day you will get used to not 
missing them 
and on that day, you will live as 
though they never existed 
and you will be free 
alone, but free 

The World

the world is a fiery ball of madness 
dizzyingly spinning in its orbit 
churning, relentlessly, days and nights 
some that happen, and plenty that don't 

the world is a fitting arena 
for both the wise and fools alike 
each dances to their tunes 
and leave their own distinct legacies 
when breath becomes air 

the world offers an equal chance 
it has always been fair like that 
but it never guarantees equal outcomes 
for none deserves more than they should 
none more than they are willing to give 

 

The Insane Man

there are no doubts about his insanity 
it doesn't even require a psychologist's intervention 
for no man has ever been apt 
to find excuses 
and where to lay blame 
for his impeccable inability 
to chase his dreams 
and, so, he does his things 
the old-versioned way
expecting different results 

Thursday, 25 May 2023

Odd Humans

It’s approaching seven in the evening. You are taking a walk to clear your head. You could use some form of unfamiliarity. You take an unfamiliar street. Amid the hustle and bustle, it is difficult to mind your own business. Children shriek and hurl vulgar (adult-rated) insults at one another. You mutter watoto wa siukuizi under your breath, because you are now too old.

Then you spot an oddity, a peculiar sight. You know what that sight means – it means the grim reaper visited a family. How do you know it? The bereaved family takes out a speaker, plays some sombre gospel songs, and places the picture of the deceased close by. The family wants you to know that death has visited them, and that they may (or may not, that’s the way things are done) need some financial assistance.

As you walk by, you look at the deceased’s picture and the family that has gathered around. Your only concern is how the deceased met his death. Was it a long illness bravely born? Was it an accident? Was it thugs? Did he die suddenly? Then you begin thinking about your own mortality.

But one of the deceased family members confronts you. She forcefully wants you to be empathetic and respond in kind by parting with your hard-earned cash. It is nauseating, that level of entitlement. You ignore her and walk on. She is not done with you and shouts:

“Ata wewe utakufa!!!” where did that come from? Really? Was it even necessary? She says it as though she is never used to being rejected or ignored. Or she had signed a pact with God that whoever she talks to parts with something. The nerve!! Benevolence is not compulsory.

In anger at her statement, you respond in kind ‘pia wewe utakufa!’She adds more insults that put to question whether she was actually bereaved or not. You walk on.

 

Tuesday, 23 May 2023

Do Not Plead

everything has been spoken 
and I am here to leave a token 
maybe of appreciation or not 
for I am glad you told me I came short 

I am not bitter, though I should be 
It can be hard sometimes to see 
how far down you have fallen 
not especially with pride and ego swollen 

I'd love to be here again tomorrow 
but I am gonna leave my heart to fallow 
let it grow some weeds 
because I believe it's what it needs 

do not plead, do not ask me to stay 
it took all my strength to walk away 
I'll be watching you at a distance 
celebrating your success at every chance 

Sunday, 21 May 2023

Perfect Solitude

One early morning, 
I sat alone sipping my vodka, 
the pervasive silence that engulfed 
the room
spoke of perfect solitude 
I was at peace
with myself, and the world, 
and there, I resolved that 
going against the grain 
against norms 
against everything 
would lead me to happiness 
I didn't 
yet I have no regrets 

Mornings

Some mornings carry with them
hapless cold
some mornings come earlier than
they are expected.
Unwelcome.
Some mornings needlessly arouse you
from your deep slumber
blissfully unaware that you would rather
dream than face the harsh
reality of having to live
Because chasing after dreams, while awake
is too much a hassle. Unwelcome
and it is much easier to lie in bed
and blame unforeseen circumstances
for why you are still broke, poor,
Unwanted

Wednesday, 17 May 2023

Floating Boats

I have reached a point in life 
where I won't belittle, 
or deem it less, inferior 
whatever floats one's boats 

Life is already too difficult 
plenty of us are glad just to get by 
often applauding themselves 
when they wake in the morning 
and find that they did not find 
courage to kill themselves last night 

I won't judge the crappy music 
one listens to 
I won't judge the wicked people they go out 
with 
I won't judge the drugs they ingest 
because that would be the only things 
keeping them happy 
and what's more important than being happy? 

Not Anymore

I won't hold your hand anymore 
I won't scale mountains 
as I did before 
for I have earned nothing but pains 

I'll watch you trip and fall 
but I won't extend my hand 
I know I won't mean nothing at all
when you get a few grand

I won't jump over a mole hill 
Neither will I cross a puddle 
I won't care how you feel 
for you are nothing but trouble 

I have fixed my eyes on the horizon 
Sadly, I do not catch a glimpse of your picture 
Gladly, I have escaped a prison 
Of fake and pretentious love 

Tuesday, 16 May 2023

The Real Church

 It has been a sacred ambition of mine to start a church. The thought that I wouldn't find irrevocably gullible and easy-to-convince followers has held me back.


In light of the recent events - Shakahola and what not - I think I might have been held back by something miniscule. Small. Minute.

The truth is, I do not want go to heaven. I would find it hard to convince people to go to a place I have no intention of going.

And this begs the question: how do you believe someone who tells you to starve so that you can go to heaven yet they themselves partake 7 meals a single day?

Well, for me, even when I have taken six cups of keg, I will ask the simple question;

"Sir, with all due respect, I'd like you to starve here with me."

Same with that religion that encourages people to blow themselves into a million tiny pieces for them to acquire 70 virgins. I'd say, respectfully:

"Sir, I'd like my virgins brought to me before I exit this world."

Or,

"Sir, if these virgins truly exist in the next world, what the hell are you still doing here? Show some leadership and go first."

Even if heaven is such a beautiful place, I wouldn't want to suffer to go get there. I do not think Jesus wanted it that way.

My church would solely be based on making the here-and-now a kind of heaven. Your dead self will deal with what will happen when the time comes.

I would focus on ensuring that my followers live happy lives, can easily fulfill their needs (food, shelter, clothing, na wapige sherehe kila siku if possible) and be kind to one another.

The motto of my church would be "Be wary of the overly religious, there are more skeletons on their closets than will ever be exhumed in Shakahola."

Halfway

Henceforth, I'll meet you halfway
lately it seems you haven't got much to say
and it has always been me
trying to keep the embers burning
trying to keep 'us' going

Lately, you've stopped putting efforts
every conversation seems you are putting a lot
I know it is over between us
I am just counting down to the day
You'll summon the guts and say
It's over between us

In the meantime, I'll do you a favor
I'll meet you halfway
because I know you stopped trying
and my silence will be a formidable excuse
for us to part ways 

Monday, 15 May 2023

Aloofness

She's aloof 
distant like the sky, 
impalpable like the stars

she's aloof 
wandering as if alone, lost 
beckoning help, 
but she knows she needs 
it not 

she's aloof, 
yet beckons at a distance, 
she needs a lighthouse 
for she feels lost 
yet afraid to seek help

You Assumed

 You assumed we had similar dreams 
you assumed they kept both of us awake 
many a night 
You assumed the cold embrace of the night 
or the occasional cuddle from a hired lover 
made me long for you 
I once longed for you every night 
but you pushed me away