Mornings

Some mornings carry with them
hapless cold
some mornings come earlier than
they are expected.
Unwelcome.
Some mornings needlessly arouse you
from your deep slumber
blissfully unaware that you would rather
dream than face the harsh
reality of having to live
Because chasing after dreams, while awake
is too much a hassle. Unwelcome
and it is much easier to lie in bed
and blame unforeseen circumstances
for why you are still broke, poor,
Unwanted

Floating Boats

I have reached a point in life 

where I won't belittle, 

or deem it less, inferior 

whatever floats one's boats 

Life is already too difficult 

plenty of us are glad just to get by 

often applauding themselves 

when they wake in the morning 

and find that they did not find 

courage to kill themselves last night 

I won't judge the crappy music 

one listens to 

I won't judge the wicked people they go out 

with 

I won't judge the drugs they ingest 

because that would be the only things 

keeping them happy 

and what's more important than being happy? 

Not Anymore

I won't hold your hand anymore 

I won't scale mountains 

as I did before 

for I have earned nothing but pains 

I'll watch you trip and fall 

but I won't extend my hand 

I know I won't mean nothing at all

when you get a few grand

I won't jump over a mole hill 

Neither will I cross a puddle 

I won't care how you feel 

for you are nothing but trouble 

I have fixed my eyes on the horizon 

Sadly, I do not catch a glimpse of your picture 

Gladly, I have escaped a prison 

Of fake and pretentious love 

The Real Church

 It has been a sacred ambition of mine to start a church. The thought that I wouldn't find irrevocably gullible and easy-to-convince followers has held me back.

In light of the recent events - Shakahola and what not - I think I might have been held back by something miniscule. Small. Minute.

The truth is, I do not want go to heaven. I would find it hard to convince people to go to a place I have no intention of going.

And this begs the question: how do you believe someone who tells you to starve so that you can go to heaven yet they themselves partake 7 meals a single day?

Well, for me, even when I have taken six cups of keg, I will ask the simple question;

"Sir, with all due respect, I'd like you to starve here with me."

Same with that religion that encourages people to blow themselves into a million tiny pieces for them to acquire 70 virgins. I'd say, respectfully:

"Sir, I'd like my virgins brought to me before I exit this world."

Or,

"Sir, if these virgins truly exist in the next world, what the hell are you still doing here? Show some leadership and go first."

Even if heaven is such a beautiful place, I wouldn't want to suffer to go get there. I do not think Jesus wanted it that way.

My church would solely be based on making the here-and-now a kind of heaven. Your dead self will deal with what will happen when the time comes.

I would focus on ensuring that my followers live happy lives, can easily fulfill their needs (food, shelter, clothing, na wapige sherehe kila siku if possible) and be kind to one another.

The motto of my church would be "Be wary of the overly religious, there are more skeletons on their closets than will ever be exhumed in Shakahola."

Halfway

Henceforth, I'll meet you halfway
lately it seems you haven't got much to say
and it has always been me
trying to keep the embers burning
trying to keep 'us' going

Lately, you've stopped putting efforts
every conversation seems you are putting a lot
I know it is over between us
I am just counting down to the day
You'll summon the guts and say
It's over between us

In the meantime, I'll do you a favor
I'll meet you halfway
because I know you stopped trying
and my silence will be a formidable excuse

for us to part ways 

Aloofness

She's aloof 

distant like the sky, 

impalpable like the stars

she's aloof 

wandering as if alone, lost 

beckoning help, 

but she knows she needs 

it not 

she's aloof, 

yet beckons at a distance, 

she needs a lighthouse 

for she feels lost 

yet afraid to seek help

You Assumed

 You assumed we had similar dreams 
you assumed they kept both of us awake 
many a night 
You assumed the cold embrace of the night 
or the occasional cuddle from a hired lover 
made me long for you 
I once longed for you every night 
but you pushed me away