Saturday, 23 March 2019

Don’t Bother When I am Gone


The destiny of man is the grave
Bitterness may be all I gave
Laughter and love may be what I hoarded
Don’t bother, the ship of oblivion I’ve boarded

Don’t bother when I am gone
To pray for my soul either dusk or dawn
For I will bargain for my fate hereafter
Don’t bring men who earn from the altar

Don’t bother when I am gone
Tears and pain in this world a conclusion forgone
And a world, a blameless world awaits
Without bills and fear of being among misfits

Don’t bother about me
Don’t regret the things you’d have done
I tried to drown me
And live the life you projected

Poetry Reading


You clapped the loudest in that poetry reading 
People throw weird looks at you every time I am on that stage 
Yet all you notice is my brilliance, or lack thereof, 
Your belief is steady, strong 

And when the two us are reduced to a mere bubble 
In a city where lights become a boon for thieves and whores 
You look into my eyes and say ‘let’s have pizza, 
Junky though, but mursik will cleanse us, 
And we’ll live straight to the edge of life,’
That’s how we plan – to accept life with the calmness of a dog 

Munching that Italian culinary invention, 
We get brilliant ideas such as: isn’t good to grab a whiskey? 
And we grab a whiskey and board that noisy manyanga to my ‘sheet hole’
Intoxicated by love, we look drunken in love 
I am even amazed by how my ‘introvertness’ wears out 
Suddenly I am superman feeling like I can’t pay the fare, and they will do nothing 

Friday, 8 March 2019

The Scientist


Clutching the phone close to my chest
I walked by the railway,
Dwarfed by thoughts
Numbed by the memories
I saw us relaxing under the eucalyptus shade
Talking,
Willing the time to stand still
I saw us by the verandah, smoking
I saw me waiting for you at Flax,
Anxious that you may have changed your mind
I saw us eating roast maize,
I saw us listening to Justin Beiber
Having nothing but our love for each other
Then I saw that I had lost it all
All because I couldn’t give you what you wanted
Because all I offered was love
 
I was a walking dead, without feelings
Lost in the cool November breeze
I lost your love and lost meaning
Coldplay’s Scientist spoke to my heart
It was a such as shame for us to part, the lyrics went by
I walked diminished
Wondering
Dying slowly when the thought
Of you doing the things we did with another man
And I clutched my phone every night
And listened to the songs that made us fall in love
Because all I had was a memory
A memory that wouldn’t keep me warm
Neither would it make go to sleep

The Chaos


Listen to that oppressive stench
Smell the noise of the beeping electricity meters
Sense the chaos in your house
Look at your feelings, study them
They resemble a poor man’s
That’s not the clothe you are made of

Wednesday, 6 March 2019

Aftertaste


The idea of love, for once
Adopted the metallic aftertaste
The taste of the mouth after vomiting
-repugnant
Repulsive
Stirred revulsion
And the thought of ever being love, ever truly,
Became an irrevocable impossibility

The Purity of Love


The idealistic dreams of love are amazing,
A life with the love of your life,
Dreaming, waking, eating, talking, walking ,
With you being present in each of these moments
Loving the simple smiles, the jokes and the laughter
Your love’s heartbeat an echo of yours
And the idea that someone is your whole world
Becomes something that you live everyday

And then you fall in love, plunging ‘heartfast’
The ideals are thrown of the window
All you remain with is a vacant room
Sometimes quarrels and arguments
Make a visit to your self-created kingdom
That kind of love was the kind you signed up for
Yet you don’t want to give up, you’ve never nursed breaking up
Because people just don’t stop loving so far away from forever

For love is ever intent on going off script
One day the two of you wake up and part ways
And if you were the strong type, mourn a few days
Then wait for a time to fall in love once again
But then if aren’t the strong type
You spend your time going through the memories
Studying intently each and every page
Of the story of love that ended way too abruptly


Friday, 1 March 2019

6 Rules to Abide By When You Visit From Shagz


The days of our great grandfathers were the perfect days. The only struggle one had was growing up. Once you grew up, a bride that had been selected for you is brought, and you learned to love each other as you build a family. They gave you cows to start with, and a farm. Not now. In addition to cramming mathematical formulae that you won’t apply anywhere, you have to contend with job seeking. It’s frowned upon to be in the village when you have that degree most covet. For that matter people keep streaming into your hell hole in the city attending interviews and whatnot. Some, for morbid curiosity. In this civilized world, it’s prudent to have a few rules to those who intend to visit. It goes a long way enhancing your visitor’s stay, as well as yours.

Bring your own charger

As a visitor never take this important gadget for granted. You don’t know what phone your host may be using. It could ile ya pin ndogo. Do not be fooled by the fact that your host is ever online on whatsapp every time you check in, that it is a smart phone he or she is using. Better yet, some of these phones have the lifespan of an orgasm. Don’t be an inconvenience. Bring your own charger.

Inform your host of your special dietary/medical needs

There many things that can go wrong when you consume foods that you normally don’t ingest. In case of such a scenario, it is critical that you inform your prospective host so that he or she can send you the budget (it varies from hood to hood) for your stay to make your stay a little livelier. Otherwise, you may find out that your host, although many will go out of their way to prove otherwise, depend on KDF for all their nutritional needs.

Don’t outshine your host

Once you get there, don’t sneer at the sheer lack of organization in your host’s house. Don’t comment on the pungent smell that emanates from secret places. Do not be a hygiene Nazi. If he or she doesn’t spread his bed, please do not make an attempt to. If he or she does not shower, please do what Romans do. If he or she sleeps up to ten in the morning, sleep up to 10.01 am. And most importantly don’t complain, complement your host. It goes a long way.

Note that you alone is welcome

It is extremely rude to bring along a friend, or a romantic partner. You didn’t come all the way from your village to engage in bedroom conquests, did you? Find a lodging or a dark alley if you can’t afford one. As a visitor you have no right to have to invite another visitor, not especially when you expressly stated that you had nowhere to go. Contravening this rule will be tantamount to treason.

Feel at home does not mean feel at home

As a matter of fact, when your host tells you to feel at home, he or she doesn’t actually mean it. People just say it, and it is as important as those mathematical formulae you learned, or more precisely just as important as political pledges that we hear every five years. To interpret in layman’s language, it means get done quickly with whatever brought you to the city and leave.

Don’t overstay

Finish your business, and leave the following day. It does no harm if you follow this principle. Even though your host may act like he wants you around a little longer, he keeps wondering when he can fart carelessly like he used. It is egregious to overstay. You may overstretch your host’s budget, and the sad part is that he may not complain because he is aware that you are messenger to villagers that want to hear so badly how life is torturing you in the city, just to feel better about themselves.