A MILLION 'I LOVE YOU'

Last night he had a crazy dream
A wish was granted just for him
It could be for anything
He  didn't ask for money
Or a mansion in Kitusuru
He simply wished, for one more day with you

One more time
One more sunset, maybe he'd be satisfied
But then again
He knows what it would do
It would leave him wishing still, for one more day with you

First thing he'd do, is pray for time to crawl
Then he’d switch his phone off
And keep the TV off
He'd hold you every second
Say a million ‘I love you's’
That's what he'd do, with one more day with you

OF THINGS TAKEN FOR GRANTED

Granted twenty four hours of health

How have you used it differently

From he who was bedridden?

Granted two eyes to see

What have you seen

That a blind man would envy?

Granted food to give you energy

What have you done with the energy

That makes a difference to one who had none?

Granted shelter and clothing

What’s it with self-loathing

Wanting what your neighbor has?

Granted a computer to study

What’s the difference between you

And those who have none?

Granted the feet to walk

Where have you been on this earth

To show a little bit of compassion?

Granted parents who have stuck with you

Through their own inadequacies and troubles

What do have to show them at the end of the day?

Granted books and the ability to read

Granted the time and the brains

What is the difference between you

And those who can’t read?

Granted people who care about you

What would you give them

When you walk like they don’t exist?

She Left Me Once

She left me once and I allowed her to leave

I didn’t fight for us, maybe I didn’t believe

I thought I was so immune to grieve

Sometimes, many times I cried to seek relief

I remember that Monday morning, chilly and cold

She’d be gone for a while and I had a feeling

That someday somewhere I’d be told

The saddest news that’d leave me reeling

I turned my phone on, at six or thereabouts

Previously I had written her a poem

That I had painstakingly labored to write

And I knew I would get a reply, or I hoped

Sure the reply came through

I struggled to adjust my eyes to the blinding light

Then I read her message and heaved

Read once more and hit the delete button

Maybe it would help to think I didn’t receive

Before I could act, she called and asked

“Have you seen the message I sent you?”

I lied I hadn’t seen it, it was better to lie

Than to imagine she was gone

All within a blink of an eye

I had been anticipating that day, though

But it just came too soon for me

“I know how sad it is for you to bear this news….”

You know?!! I fumed inside but just could tell

If she was right beside me, I’d have given her hell

I could have given away everything

Just to take away that feeling

But then how could that have been possible

When she was my everything?

I rose from my bed, without a thought of the cold

Put on my brown heavy jacket, it reminded me

Of cold nights I braved the drizzles drizzled

Just to talk to her on a high ground where

I my phone would catch the network

A chill down my spine- all that had been to vain

And headed out to recharge my phone

I conversed with myself all the way the kiosk

‘I enjoyed all the moments we had together

And I wish you all the best in the new chapter’

No, how about this

‘I didn’t love you anyway

I lied to have sex with you by the way’

That looked worse

‘I have all along suspected you are a whore

I’m glad I’m getting back to my life as before’

No, worst of all

‘How about I love you and I want the best for you

Wherever you’ll go just know that I always was true

I can’t figure out how to love anyone, not ever

Because I was sure you were my forever ‘

That would make her guilty,

Yes, I wanted to make her guilty

‘But she’s gone,’ my conscience tried to argue

‘For better things, for a better life

Or for things you couldn’t provide

That which she’d choose to be a wife’

I was mad at myself, I was mad at things I didn’t do

Things I couldn’t even explain, I just knew there were things

She loved me, I heard her tell me several times

She said she loved me, I told her the same thing

But then, I felt there was something more to back it up

To reinforce it like steel to concrete

Hoping it wasn’t too late, I told her straight

‘I love you…and I can’t ever figure out

Any being on this earth whom I’ll love like you

Maybe I made mistakes in the past …

…and I want to make it right….just name the price’

She didn’t like hesitate, she told me like she’d rehearsed

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that”

“Why do this to me? Why?”

“You wouldn’t understand….circumstances

Everything is hard right now…..

….and I don’t think you’ll help me

I wish you would but I know you can’t

…just live your life”

Damn money!! Damn the world

Money robbed me the precious

Of all my possessions

The prized among all, love

‘I’ll wait for you,’ I bluttered

I wondered why it wasn’t easy to let go

Chart a new destiny and live life anew

Or get used to be alone

Probably I wouldn’t be too alone

She said she loved me

She’d leave him when things get better

Maybe we could be together

Once more, till forever knocks at our doorstep

It wasn’t the easiest decision I ever made

Days crawled, the sun seemed stuck up the sky

I still asked myself why

Why I wouldn’t let go, to start letting the memories fade

My world was suddenly confined to an ominous gloom

The flowers even in its full bloom spelled doom

And my heart seemed to be giving away slowly

I longed for a way of forgetting things, instantly

But the more I longed the more she became engraved in my mind 

Of Silly Women Who Think They Are A Gift To The Men

Ladies, picture this. You have brains but you’ve found it irrevocably stressfully to use it. As you walk around town you spot a woman in a sleek German ride or the famous Range Rover (Sports or Vogue). You want to be her. You discard reason (the little you had) and write a silly post about how Kenyan men are silly, thinking they are the sort of gifts to you. The truth is we are, some of us aren’t. The ilk you get attracted to doesn’t give you the right to bash the many us that are ideal, the epitome of manly perfection, who understand the position the society bequeaths to them.

Hey lady, don’t blame every other male for your ability to attract semi-men, the men who realized they have dicks like, ‘look here mate, I got a dick! What am I supposed to do with it?’ and his mate as dickly as he is replies, ‘women. Use it on women, they like it.’ Bingo! Off he goes thinking it’s the gift to you, brainless woman. He learns what you love the most, easy life. He gives it to you. Sooner you are complaining of how he treats you when you are the one who did set the standard. And of course he doesn’t recognize you in the morning and he surprised just as you permanently are. Don’t blame us.

The modern woman. God apparently created you when in high spirits. And most importantly when in mood for modification. What an arse!!! The modern woman goes about mocking God in every conceivable way. If God was in high spirits, He would have conjured up that, in the near future you might be in need of red lips, large behind, flawless eye brows and very good Brazilian hair (you love your hair so much because you aren’t smart enough to love something interesting)

Truth, the modern times do not favour a woman suckling a clan of babies. She doesn’t belong to the kitchen anymore. But that doesn’t mean that as a man you have to depend on Kenchic or Pizza Inn for a living. Real men eat real food cooked straight from the farm. In deed times are modern. The measure of man is in his ability to provide for his family. The greatest of them needs is financial. The rest is almost miscellaneous. What can true love from a poor man do? It can’t feed you. It can’t clothe you. Neither can it educate the children. The modern woman wants a loaded guy, who will foot the bills when need arises. The modern woman is jealous of her hard work but she wants to be treated equally to men. What a mirage!!

The downside of these modern women is, she so used to board room wars that she transfers that to her home, to her husband. Truth is, for her success, there is another woman who takes over her wifely duties, sometimes to the extreme. May be these kind of women don’t need men, but would surely want them from time to time.

IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR

In front of me a man contemplates deeply

Gazing at my blood shot eyes as I into his

Seeking vainly not to reveal what’s amiss

He tries to smile to dismiss any eventuality

Those are the eyes that first saw her

How celestial her beauty was-still is

And cracked lips which she did kiss

And every piece of him became astir

Behind those eyes, a brain that never ceased

To find things of awe and wander each day

Some to describe wouldn’t be enough a day

I loved her, knowing that I often eased

BRING BACK MY SORROWS II

I had all this emptiness for me

A gift from my lonely sojourns

And it embraced me and my inner being

You came along and it suddenly dawns

The light of dawn drove the blissful dark

The kind I had learnt to grope my way

And I coped perfectly well

I owned everything just by owning nothing

And you gave me the false of owning something

That I would never really own and I thought

I had the best of you, all the sweetness you got

And you made away with the sorrows

That gave me warmth in times of my solitude

And you gave yours, ours, that appear alien

That sends a cold shiver through me

As I take a hot shower each evening

Bring back my sorrows, the kind I’m used to

Go find your place wherever you came from

Here, wasn’t meant to another of yours a home

I am used to my solitude and I’ll get through

Many a dreamless night

BRING BACK MY SORROWS

Everything made sense back then

Emptiness warmed up this place

This life was imbued with grace

Then you came along, love heathen

Bring back the sorrows

Only those accustomed to me

Those that I wouldn’t long to be

Those that don’t fill false hope of tomorrows

Tomorrows that entertain happily ever after

That fills false dreams on each new chapter

That’s breeds contempt in my character

Tomorrows that ask why we’re still together