Happy Bob

Bob is happy

Bob does not give a damn

Bob does not care what you think

All Bob does is sleep all day

There’s nothing you can do to Bob

Because Bob is dead

Echo of Your Laughter

It rung in my head, competing with the ocean waves

It felt like a boat, sashaying in the waves

Beckoning me to the shores

The shores where your laughter reigns

Deny me anything, but not the luxury of your laughter

Don't You Enjoy How I Breathe?

Look at the eloquence of my breath

Don’t you simply marvel at how good I am at it?

I acquired this skill through endless practices

In fact, I was good at it immediately I was born

Many are not born with this skill

And there’s no other way of being good at it

Respirators won’t help. Never

They will endlessly bleep as if singing a dirge

Except the dirge tells you how whacky you are at breathing

The Wind

The wind snows

The rain raises whirlwinds

The dust floods

And the world is at peace

A Dog's Day

Every dog has its day

What day, if I may ask

Is it a birthday, ‘cause we have them too

Dogs walk around feeling special

Because they have their days 

And I will rob them. All of them

I want all the dog days

I’ll keep them in the closet

Together with my skeletons

Ask My Shoes

Ask my shoes, they’ll tell you the secret

Of why I am not talking to you anymore

Like why my feet are reluctant to walk

And find paths the lead to you

Ask my shoes, and you’ll hear them protest

They sit by the corner, feeling lonely, and black

Desolate and unwanted, because you saw me with them

Because they were not like other men's shoes  

Because shoes maketh a man, they didn’t mold me

They came short of creating an ideal man

A man deserving your undying affection

I might as well been barefoot

Ask my shoes where I have been

All the ladies I have been to

And they will tell you without saying a word

That I am lonely and desolate as they are

Mkubwa's Consignment

The consignment belonged to a ‘big man’

They said ‘mkubwa’ as though he is omnipresent

They called him with reverence only reserved for gods

And when the consignment was found to be contaminated –

Not just contaminated but was full of carcinogens

We protested vehemently, braced teargas and water canons

Because ‘mkubwa’ is our man – and saying anything bad about him

Makes us sufficiently threatened

When the big man was arrested the other day

We felt our idling days lacking flavour, and we hit the streets

How can they not see that is perfectly normal to steal money –

Neither your mothers – but belonging to sick mothers and children

How obtuse can the law be? Or the law enforcers

Who cares when mothers die delivering babies

Who gives a damn even when it takes several days to

The nearest hospital

They arrested us too, them morons

We went to keep ‘mkubwa’ company

They kept him in a self-contained cell

While we communed with our shit, and the stench from

'unbathed' bodies,

We ululated when we saw guards taking chicken to his cell

We ululated even more when we saw ladies –

Our wives, sisters and friends – line up to ‘know’ mkubwa

He is ours, we muttered while eating half-cooked meals

While he ate the best, including our hopes – yet we didn’t care