WHY OH ENGLISH

Why?
Oh!English.
Oh my beloved subject,
my future holder
Why did you hide your face?
Why did you set such a pace?
That very few got your tricks..
That the masses got the pricks..
Tell me English..
Your results were the worst
For it hits and hurts my heart
You know how I betrothed
Remember our vows
Didn't we agree on honesty?
Whisper I beg you pal
Answers to my whys
.............
Don't they value slang unlike me?
How much despise do I receive?
Messing with my grammar

TO THE BELOVED GOSSIP

When you heard
I was the herd
A nomadic fellow
Virgin of your mellow
Naive of your delicacy
Of messing the legacy
Tainting every name
And making maime.

A chief target i became
I had to acquire your fame
The rumours made me
The gossip popularised me
Verification upon me
My sanctification made you glad
I fumed, got mad plus bad
But of late i've learned
That you hardly burnt
My reputation ...
Unknown to you...
whoever is a victim of gossip
Has worthwhile traits
that are worth rumourmongering.

COURSE SUPREMACY

Sounds obsolete
To intimidate and brag
Repelant to the logic
And reckless in reason
To dismiss some courses
Is no better than racism.

We posses varied tastes
Our preferences are different
Personality traits isolated
Yet we depend on each other

Does'nt lawyers need linguists?
Do doctors not require accountants?
Or do teachers require not engineers?

Course supremacy equals mediocrity
A pitfall for egoism
That diminishes interdependency
And the harmony among professionals!

NAKURU

NAKURU
Not only the cleanest,
The only town with Wifi
The most metropolitant centre
The best agricultural climate
The most scenic and natural town
Talk of the park,lake,mountain
Historic sites....
Nakuru my town,my pride.

TRIBUTE TO MAYA ANGELOU

From being a poet
An actress,novelist
Film director,journalist
Civil activist,feminist
To an African PR.

Having survived poverty
Rape,prostitution
Series of marriages
And the boldness
To put it into paper.

A pioneer in many
I lack exact tribute
Your legacy is immortal
Fare thee well literati.

POOR? NOBODY CARES!

I join the outcry
And dismiss the guise
The pretence and fake concern
For I find it hypocritical
To stand for contrasting ideologies
To be gentle during the day yet
At night master of evil.

If it were possible to eliminate poor men
In a flash or a flush someone would rejoice

If I'm wrong then
Why create a policy of
Overhiked fees
For public varsities?
Why make primary and secondary affordable yet mess at the top?
Is it logical?
Public centres for the poor
The rich should head to private!!!

STOLEN GLANCES

Secretly turning
Like a lightening
I spot her location
The next plot haunts like a trance
And the plan works; a stolen glance

A stolen glance
Like a coined coincidence
She shines in stealing a glance
Like sparklings with vibrance
It turns to a delayed glance;a stare

Swift boggling triggers a wink
That leads to a blush and a blink
Scheduling a one on one
With yearn,without warn

Toppling to top tip
Reality roams like a clip
Slowly swiftly swimming
Amazement.

I'm in Control

I'm in control
Not controlled
In my roles
As I rolls
By the grace
And the blaze
On the base
Of my race
To trace
The place
And the space
Where my dynasty
And destiny
Lies within obstinacy
And the fragrance
On that pace I guess
I will gaze
Stare and glare
With a flare
And I shall be blissful
So pleaseful
Only 'if' It came true

Justice

Justice
As the media moguls fight,
Blocking adverts and defaming foreign rivals,
Airing their truth versions,
Denied frequencies by CA,
Whose justice is justified?
Who is behind Lang'ata land?

Kids nursing wounds,
Headteacher freaked making reports,
Land justice and equality on test!

ICC accused of funding witnesses,
Shocking confessions and reactions,
The PEV victims still awaiting justice,
But with the turn of events,
Accepting and moving on seems to be the only option

HELBLESS

It may not affect me directly,
Infact thinking of it sucks,
It dumped my pleas ages ago,
And sharpened my wit and claws,
Improved my argument,
Opened doors beyond my prior myopism,
So glad to be hebless but...

When it touches the hearts,
Boxes the heads of the entire
comrade fraternity,
Its not fair;its not an option.

HELB ought to know that normalcy in public varsities,
Is purely dependent on it,
Poking comrades is expensive,
Especially without food,fees and accomodation.

NATURAL

Green like the nature,
Green my mind is,
Blank it appears,
But the focus is there,
The desire uptight,
The urge unmistakable.

Short like the grass,
Penetrating like the morning rays,
Targeting the future,dreams taller than trees
Straight,may be bend
Yet no turning back,only showing back
Going to get,getting to go
Action time,moving to greatness,
For there we were destined for,
Just like chrolophyl makes fields green
My determination,our efforts leads to destiny,
God grant us.

HAUNTED DUNGEON: A STORY OF MENENGAI CRATER

What do you make of a place that is treated as a shrine for worship and a devil's dwelling den at the same time?

Menengai Caldera or crater as popularly known, is a headquarter for confusion, mystery, history and geographic significance.

The name originates from among the Masai and locals call it 'kirima kia ngoma' literally mean mountain of the devil or the dwelling place for the devil. In Masai it means a place of corpses.

Located off the poshy Milimani estate in Nakuru town, can't proud of good road but a long dusty uphill murram road that makes one find a waste pit for excess calories and dehydration is a threat only curbed by bottles of mineral water which dehydrate soon as you consume. January heat is such a hit.

Theories of missing people,getting in trances, flying umbrellas, deaths of people are among the evils associated with the place. Did iI mention losing direction for days? I was with a friend who claimed to see smoke which I could hardly see!

Historically, the floor of the caldera is said to have been a battle field for the rivaling Masai over leadership and land. Death haunts the stories as fear emanates from the people.

However, the caldera is a blessing in disguise. It earns money for the guides and tax for the government. Locals have set curio shops and the snacks plus beverages are set there. One local man claims to have stayed there since 1982 and his family needs are taken care of by been a guide and a seller of the said shops.

It is an amazing site that I highly recommend everyone to tour and promote domestic tourism. Watching the eagles suspending and geological works take place demystify the mystic site.

Shrine,geysers, caves,heights are among the pleasantries to expect.
Don't forget to grab a bottle of water and curiosity, borrow even neighbor's!

Source: Observation, interviews, online sites.

My V

My V,

Happiness hauled and camped in my compound,
Your first smile smoothened my salient sorrowful soul,
Agreeing my quest,
Made me dub you my V,
Valued virtued,voice who leaves me voracious

Pierce of every piece found peace and healed,
When you heard,heeded my call,

Your smile sees off my worries,
Your warm hug assures me of your commitment,
Stating 'I love you'
Is not only for your coastal roots,perfect Swahili
chocolate curvacious complexion,
It's my heart's true feeling.

The Fight Must Go On

Injured in heart,
Injured in spirit,
Damaged skull,
Broken limbs,
Sober thoughts.

Invasion all round,
Guides like Tuaregs,
Evolve to bandits,
Close ones,telling on one,
An amazing world of trust!

Hardening and sharpening,
Persistence and persistence,
Dreams,driving madness,
Focus on the target,
Even at the cost of the last breath.

If Only

If I knew word chemistry,
Writing a love poem for you,
Not only to praise your beauty,
Describe your brainy jokes,
Your lovely laughter,lucious lips and the firm grip of your hands!

I would vaporize your affection,assurances,caresses and kisses,
Take them as shisha to my system,to be chanting,ranting,singing and reciting your love always.

My love,
If I knew how to write romance,
Praising you my princess,
Your heroic actions,maddening
love.
But I missed poetry classes.

Why Christmas Is Good

Big brother will be home,
He never disappoints,
He always make his points,
New clothes and new shoes,
Making my Christmas wow!

Sister Jane will be home,
She has hidden powers,
Of colouring the house with flowers,
Scented, every corner bows,
Adding my Christmas wows!

Uncle Dave will be home,
He who drives the fat car,
He takes us tours very far,
He promised to show us wild cows,
Topping my Christmas wows!
Grandpa will slaughter the he-goat,
Take it to the court....

Lakeside Lady

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LAKESIDE LADY
Risking the wrath of elders,
For not taking one of my kind,
For breaking the unwritten law,
For overlooking the childhood engagement,
For taking you,Oh the Lakeside Lady!
You assurance to my lineage,
Outshines my most weird thoughts,
You're not only smart physically
But also a mental threat to my intellect,
Who has ever heard of an accent like yours?
I'm sure the Queen who took our resources and blood,
Will feel cowed and threatened by your prowess in her own language!
Are your hips not an epitome of confusion?
swaying provocatively, pronounced well for delivery?
Your blackness is a favour.
glimmering gloriously in the sun,
creating headaches to admirers,
supressing boldness amongst the bangers,
for none dares question you,
your protruding big eyes,
assures me of existence of beauty,
when rounded at 180 degrees
i am always left trickled.
the lakeside lady, the centre of my joy,
let them yap as they prefer
what matters to me is your love
your culinary tricks are impressive
frying dagaas and preparing mukimo
boiling the matokes and the precious saget
where you learned to ferment mursik i have no idea
your delicacies are tasty during the days
and life worth during the nights
for its unbeatable
you are the best server.
lakeside lady
i wont mind touring the forest with you
i would be humbled to see the river source with you
to explore the unknown forests with you
to climb the hill together
to rest and pant along....
my lakeside lady
i stopped caring of my enterprising community for you
what can make profit than the pearl you are?
i stopped minding the loudness and stone throws of your people
what can be louder than your glimmering heart?
which stone can be thrown beyond our endless love?
I am taking you home
their acceptance orrejection matters not
for you are my choice
my highway to madness

Village Girl lll

She closed her eyes,
As she swallowed the maiden hug,
Expecting to loose more than a hug,
Dragged me closer,behind the big Mukeu tree,
Threatened to scare the hell off me,
If you don't offer more,
I'll shout you're catching me,

Possesed by the threat,
Triggered by ego,
And manhood arousal,
I ravenously kissed her,
Her temparature rose,

Her dreams realised!
Madness,revenge and naught
crossed my mind,
Undress and run
Oh wait....
‪#‎Nomys_Madness‬.