my will

whose wisdom won war
burning unknown joy
having folded his precious tobacco
with the paper will written

i have no  will for my son and daughter
i have no will for my family
i have no will for my friends
i have got will for multitudes of the world
i have got will for men and women
will that speaks not of myself
but natural words of my mouth

i have got bundles of words
words that begrudges for not digesting them
words that mocks your foolishness
words that correct your way
words that provokes your anger
and blinds at your diligence
words that contradicts your principles
failing to appreciate your bribery
and offers promise on condition
my will is an undesirable element

am only a mere channel
am only a servant of lord
only a servant to men and women
the world fears appreciating stupidity
hating the channel that conveys
cursing my bungalow of words
words of prosperity to the world
promises of eternity and joy
saving souls and spirits
words that take our burdens

STAND UP COMEDIAN

 

You, stand up comedian
Why do you want to kill?
Why do you want to commit murder?
Will you stand the hang man noose?
Stop cracking my ribs
I am pitying you

A wider handkerchief
You call it boob top
A longer one
You refer to it as ‘mini’ skirt
Uncomfortable ‘skin tights’
Hahahaha……hipsters
And those disproportional shorts
You call them…….ahahaha
Whom are you trying to impress?

It makes me laugh
When I see you
Exposing your fatty parts
Do you think wives have no fats?
Stoopy cleavage
Don’t they have breasts?
Mini…..No!, micro skirts
Don’t they have warm thighs?
Surely, stand up comedian
You’re talented

The other day, You
Almost choked me with laughter
When I had you chanting
‘I want to lead this nation’
I almost collapsed
When your adversaries said
She has a clean sheet record
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Placards drawn
As ‘beautiful’ as the president
Then I wondered
Is that real beauty
Phony perhaps, indecent
And trashy to some extent
Ha ha ha ha
You haven’t lost
Your sense of humour

Decency beautifies smartness, gains respect,
enhances style and portrays natural beauty

DISILLUSIONED

really hate
dreams of myself
always bad they are

head submerged in water
in pool of blood
feelings teared to shreds
and stored in dustbin
desires soaked in water
and poured into drainage
dreams digested
and deposited in toilets
ambitions drunk
urinated in urinals
i always hate
such painful dreams

better dream for others
roses entwining illusions
colourful ribbons,rings
wedding mortals
and dreams of praise
to heroic leaders and soldiers
rather than,
self pitying dreams.

 

 

E-mili-on

Born he was not

Descended

Kukuru

Kakara

Hand held high was right

Hand holding sword was left

Catalogue wedged in his lips

Tummy’s full as termites

He came to save Kenya

He woke up every morning

His brain pumpkins bright

Runned away daily concentration camps

And got new ideas

He grew to build Kenya

Then a patriot oversea

Stole more ideas for Makerere

He broadened his catalogue

Everything on economics

He learned for Kenya

Mother Kenya chose him

She made him – of finance

The deputy leader

And late on royal chief

He is pride of Kenya

Free education was announced

Kazi kwa vijana launched

CDF born – ed

New constitution passed

He saved Kenya

Defiance

 

 

I shall not do what you want

I shall not dare follow your ways

I will even not bother thinking of them

I shall not accept you deception. Aah

Even me I have a mind dear

I will do what I think is right

What my God wants me to

What angel says is right

And that way

I will be assured

Of inheriting eternity

 

Pearl

like a butterfly flips on the lamp
you flapped into my life
like a mouth flaps around the bulb
you flap in me
like the thorny rose bores flowers
you got born into my life
like a tree depends on roots
I came to depend on you
Like a breath holds a life
You’ve been holding me
Like heart keeps the flesh
You kept me going
Am lost of words
To describe your generosity

A Moran came
Thrown to me a spear
But with caring swiftness
You shielded my precious heart\
Worms in my stomach
Angrily wailed and waned
But with utter generosity
You gave me a bowl of ‘uji’
‘kipindupindu’ outbreak
But without a second thought
You gave me your last pint of water
I was in spiritual hunger
But without giving excuses
You served me a plateful of
Spiritual nourishment
Pearl, trust me.
You’ll remain
My best friend

 

for:……………sila koikai

VIRTUES

A drop of water
When it falls in the ocean
It hopes to make impact
Though never felt
Satisfaction feels it
When it splashes a sensible diameter

A drop of water
When it falls into the sea
It yearns to command respect
Though never realized
When it bravely brims
Millions bow to its might

A drop of water
Always pray for trust
Like sea men only trust on it
But when critical moments call
You remember its worth
When it saves the “sinking” lorry

A drop of water
Its love never reciprocated
With endurance calling for ours
But frustrations and contempt we give back
It fathoms the unfathomable
When it executes our enemy
Emotional twists and shame prevails

A drop of water
Driven by great sense of humanity
Sometimes by we curse its stubbornness
We start doubting its integrity
It’s only after critical moments pass
That we realize its love for us

KIND ONE

is your attitude
that has made me
its your warmth
that has build me
the smile you did gave me
always shined my face
the kind things you said
always glowed my heart
giving importance of life
the full hand you shaked
made me feel proud
the wide ‘hug’ you honoured
electrified my wholesome
it has been a great joy
to have you beside me
i just tend to wonder
why of your specie , so few.

this poem is dedicated to Ruth kamuya(KU) who did so much for me during the orientation period.

inferiority

touchy, touchy they are
ever dancing our fingers
on them, curves we curve
enjoys licking our lips
and tempted tentacles trickles
so wild ever are we
never do we give ‘em chance
tears apart they weak being
qreedily siphons little strength
wails, mourns,pleads
and sometimes
just sometimes moans
while we growls…groans
lion-like

 

 

this article was published on the kenyatta university culture souvenir magazine 2010.

citations.

Manyuira, Wilson. “inferiority” culture week souvenir magazine: 2010.27.col 2.

supremacy

he never gets
before her bones crack
neither does he feel
lest her tears roll
and her painful cries
strengthens him
he neither bothers nor cares
whether ‘her’,
experiences the effect
but when she passes out
ideas ejaculates
and satisfaction comes