The Moments You Feel Alive

There are those moments you feel most alive, 
Moments you never have to explain to anyone, 

because there have never been reasons to justify, 

because no one will ever understand them 

there are great moments only known to you 

as significant as the dawn to happy people 

as significant as a paycheck to a man in debt 

but nobody ever understands these moments 

in moments that you feel most alive 

let no one ever rob you of these moments

let no one ever belittle these moments 

they are your moments - guard them jealously 

Haunting Bygones

one day, in a distant past, 
you made the wrong turn, 
and despite knowing it 

you thought it would be fun 

down the road of oblivion 

nothing made sense 

except the ever beckoning abyss 

nothing's been the same thence 

in still moments the bygones 

haunt like a horror movie 

in its clarity nothing ever made sense 

you are stuck the unwelcome view 

The Cry-Boy

He cries everyday, without fail, 
like he received a doctor's prescription 
He cries for hours on end
as if he would die if he does not 

He responds to everything - 
every action, every snub, every footstep, 
by crying his lungs out 
He has strong lungs, that boy 

Nobody ever comforts him
None, not his sisters, not his mother, 
they let him cry desolately by the stairs 
until he realises the futility of the exercise 

An Idea For A New Church

At some point in a reasonable man’s life, he will think deeply about ways of making himself filthy rich within the shortest time possible. As a reasonable man, that point came to me about three years ago. I thought deeply and decided that I was going to start my own religion. However, just like Robin Cooper, I encountered one major problem – what to believe in.

Upon thinking further, I realized I would need a sacred book that would be a reference point for my religion, assuming I settled on what to believe in. It would still be an uphill task considering the fact that other religions have had centuries of a head start. It would simply be impossible to catch up with them.

But I dreamt on. I banked on one Greek philosopher’s wise words – no human is limited. Like a reasonable man, I called up my religious council into a secret conclave to contemplate the matter further. One of the members, which was I, brought up a very important question. He asked us solemnly:

“Supposing we start our own religion, we would need a religious book, right?”

We all nodded in agreement.

“Supposing we would write we own, how will we explain the mystery of man’s existence? What would be our theory?”

It was impossible, we said, but still wanted to know why the member asked the question.

“Well, I suppose that’s the only way to make it believable to the gullible masses.”

After a long meeting that lasted approximately three minutes, we all agreed that we need to have a few drinks. The matter was swiftly forgotten after the third drink. The meeting was adjourned indefinitely and we blamed it squarely on gengetone.

After a long time, we all reached a consensus that starting a new religion would be a daunting prospect. The reason was simple: we could not find a manual online!! We could not believe that Google could miss extremely important piece of information. Trust google to let you down when you need it most.

We assessed our options and settled on what seemed an easier option. We could start our own church. Looking around, we noted that there are churches run by people who are not that bright. How could we fail, with all our brains? We only needed it to stand out as much as possible. It is a business, we argued, and our product must be quite remarkable. It would have to outshine all other churches and make us extremely rich in no time.

As we think about the market entry strategy, the religious council (I, Me, and Myself) are out there to take one for the road hoping that we do not forget about this strategy.

Footnote

(You have seen how Owuor is filthy rich. Damn it, man. I wanna be that rich. I want to buy my second private jet. Pssst! The Enemy is Poverty, and Arsenal, and …..you may add your own).

The Dreamers

there will days, unwelcome days, 
when our dreams hobble along, 
tagging us behind, 
and we rush to keep pace, 
panting, 
wondering whether they are worth it

But what's the worth of a man 
who carries with him unfulfilled dreams
the burden is too much
every breath screams LOSER

And we try each day not to be failures 
sometimes we try even harder 
not to fail by not trying at all 
but then each day is a reminder 
that we could be a day closer to our dreams 
if we tried yesterday 

Here's To True Friends

Here's to that friend 
who's watched all your follies, 
rescued from the little graves 
you've knowingly dug 
here's to that friend who will 
never abandon you 

Here's to that true friend 
who will share even 
when it is evident they need 
it more than you 
even when they have barely enough 

Here's to true friends 
may your wells never run dry 
may your prayers make us 
better friends 
may we be the friends you are to us 

Here's to true friends 
may your paths be paved 
with unimaginable blessings 
may your secret dreams 
and your sacred desires come true 
today and forever 

Here's a toast to true friends 
who see the shred of good left in us 
yet our worth never wane 
here's to friends who will not 
abandon us 
Here's to family - the only true friends 

The Backbiter

The backbiter often roams with a motive 
He is an hunter trying to corner his kill 
Sometimes he is recruiting sympathizers
To an implicit cause 

The backbiter wants you to say something 
Something that resonates with the sinister motives 
Or implicate yourself 
So that he can use it as a salvo 
To fire up his dwindling self-image 

Do not fall for a backbiter's charms 
For when you turn your back against them 
He takes a huge chunk of it 
A backbiter is never satisfied