Saturday, 28 January 2023

Vestiges of Affection




the last vestiges of feelings 
still haunt certain parts of my heart
that have not gone dark, or cold
there is still a gossamer of hope 
that I still hold on to whenever
the memory of you, the memory us, 
strikes at odd hours 
when magnetic pull of loneliness 
is stronger than before
when the wails of my heart are loud, 
my feet struggle to take me a further step, 
just one step away from those days 
days littered with memories, 
with love, 
with a thousand eternities 
that we hoped we would mold 
with our bare hands, 
and then I miss you 
and then I call you 
and then your distant voice sounds cold 
and then I regret why I called 

Thursday, 26 January 2023

I Wish I Were A Tree

I wish I were a tree 
A eucalyptus tree with a long smooth back
I'd stand inconspicuously among other tall trees with smooth barks.
I'd have grand eucalyptus thoughts, days and nights while
I stretch painstakingly slowly towards the sky
I'd think, for example, that I'd grow up to be a piece of paper
where I'll land on the table of a genius poet
Or his printer.
Or his collection of eerie thoughts conjured up in wee hours of night.
If the poet is a woman, then I'd be content to be her tissue paper,
a tissue paper with a long and smooth bark 

Wednesday, 25 January 2023

No More Nightmares

the nights are no longer long 
the ticking clock no longer drawls 
I ceased wondering 
about where I went wrong 

time is nigh, I feel it, 
energy gushes out of me 
like a burst water pipe 
I am no longer full of shit 

there are no more nightmares 
the past seems long gone, 
and a gleaming future awaits me 
step by step, I climb up the stares 


Tuesday, 24 January 2023

The Awakening

In a deep slumber lay a memory,
buried yet it never died, 
it still donned its vital signs 
more like a badge 
a testimony to an unforgettable story

Many moons later, 
the memory awoke, 
dusted itself, 
picked up the relics of its dignity 
and began its familiar routine 
torturing an innocent soul 
whose only crime was 
to love ever so deeply   

The Uncertain Journey

don't I always wish I felt good, 
from the moment I open my eyes, 
to the moment I lay my head to rest 
boy, I how I wish I could 

but it's just a wish in an uncertain journey,
one minute I am so sure about my steps 
the next minute I tumbling downhill 
and, trust me, there is nothing funny 

sometimes I feel the universe cheering me 
and I summon the energy to trudge on 
a minute later, all I hear is the loud jeers 
in an instant, the world becomes blurry 

I wish I could find joy in life's uncertainties
living knowing disappointment by that corner  
and still find the courage to face it 
even if I am granted a thousand such eternities 

If You Meet Meet Me

If we ever meet on a dark street, 
and you recognize me, 
please have the the courtesy 
to mind your business 
like I will 
because it will be our secret

Mutura Aficionado

Mutura is one of those mystery delicacies that you must enjoy from time to time unless the doctor expressly stated, in writing and in presence of a lawyer, that you risk your life if you partake in this street cuisine. Well, there are also other rules handed down from generation to generation. I present to you a summarized list of these rules. 

Be fiercely loyal to your mutura guy

A man is supposed to be fiercely loyal to two things: a football team, a barber, and a mutura seller. When you think deeply about these things, they cannot be explained, which is the whole point of living. What is the point of living if you have to justify your obsessions? There is a reason why it’s hard to break into the mutura business – people are loyal to their joints. You open for two days, and close because people are used to a particular taste – and particular here means ‘not your taste.’ A man will trek three kilometers, as we often did, to that one guy who knew our taste. 

Do not order mutura in bulk 

Mutura does not brag. You do not order, say mutura ya soo at once. Nobody will think highly of you if that’s what you want. You order in bits of ten or twenty. You must taste it first. There’s always an off-chance that it could taste like a witch’s sock (which brings us to rule one since you have grown accustomed to his taste). When you are satisfied with the taste, you consult your wallet and if it agrees, you order another one. And another. And another….

All mutura must be eaten at the mutura base, on that chopping board 

I have seen people, especially ladies, order mutura and ask for it to be wrapped. That level of insolence toward a sacred snack is intolerable. You break so many laws of mutura. And you should be in jail. First, you will order in bulk, second, you do not let your wallet chase you from the base. No one worth his salt goes around carrying mutura. What if someone knocks it off? Have you ever asked yourself what could happen? You haven’t, clearly. 

Mutura must be eaten only after the sun sets 

You see, according to research conducted by Harvard School of Mutura, parasites aka minyoo also like mutura. You need to eat only in dark, when they cannot see. Otherwise, is there a point in making such a sacrifice? I doubt the research, though. However, I will not tell you what I saw during curfew and mutura guys would open at 3 pm. Ask a hygiene-nazi close to you. 

Do not ever want to see how mutura is made 

As far as I was concerned, the ingredients of mutura were a mystery to me. Not until a stupid mzungu shot a video about it to boost his dwindling YouTube views. I was disgusted at that mzungu for revealing the secret ingredients of a beloved food. On a serious note, you may hate mutura if you see how it’s made. The only consolation is that it is not laced with any chemicals as preservatives. 

There is no reason why you eat mutura

This is the last rule. There is no reason why eat or should eat mutura. There is no reason why you shouldn’t eat it either. Nobody knows the nutritional value of mutura. Research might even establish that it has zero calories. It cannot be a meal. You cannot survive on mutura alone. No doctor will either prescribe mutura or tell you that you shouldn’t eat mutura if you want to vote for the Hustler government to screw us all over again. I have only heard one guy try to explain mutura, “you are wasting mutura if you do not have a wife.” As I write this, I have never understood what he meant. It was his own reason and his reason alone. He does not represent any sane mutura-loving human being.