If anything..

Ma & Pa

If anything

It’s like getting on the lift

Just before the doors close behind

Like little puddles of warm salty water

Rushing between the toes

I won't just have enough of the beach

As you walk the stretch of the ocean floor

Like the sound of crushing waves

Hitting the continental shelf

And the silenced voices drowned

Lost in the search of self

It’s the sensation of taking off fitting shoes

Or the whiff that hits the nose at the door

That whiff that can only be mama’s cooking

It’s a cold Fanta going down the throat

On a dry windy and hot day

Or the spreading of quink

From a blot on a kasuku brand page

It’s slow

It’s captivating

It’s overwhelming

It comes like a rush

From the fingertips to the lobes

To the heel

And the toes

The nape of the neck

It’s inexplicable

If anything

It’s the knowledge that comes from knowing;

Gentleness; perching a chick in your palm

You did well

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MY HEARTIST by M

I sit in ponder of my beloved

So far, the distance kills the heart

I cannot vent

I am mad at him

Who gave him the authority?

To anger me and be angry at I

And with the distance

Assault to injury

It kills the heart

Yet my soul yearns for he

In love

In fight

In fury

In anger
In frustration…Still

I submit

Funny

That in these fiery times my insides burn most for him

I miss thee

I burn in anger and desire

So far

The distance kills the heart

I close my eyes

O my beloved is here

Staring at me

In my fiercest fumes

I want to burst…I want to charge…oh I should explode

And yet

Am halted

But how can I?

The exuberance of his charms won’t let me

Assuredly, he moves towards me

Am confused

My bosom heaves, uncontrollably, pleasurably

I miss you

His gaze fixates upon my eyes

Am bathed in calmness

His arms tightly but gently devour my body

I coil senselessly in submission

I totter in his intoxicating embrace

I blink

He lain me down, sunset reflecting in his eyes

The passion in them ignites my body, my desires

I want you

I tremble in his lips’ tender traces upon mine

Oh that…that I do miss, my heartist

The dexterity of your craftsmanship

Nay

Squirm not over spills and splurges of your shades on my surface

This canvas thirsts

Insatiable of your paint

Worry not of broken and of misplaced brushes

For the skills on thy digits is enviable

Alas! How they tickle

How they stir these nervous nerves

How they paint the corners and edges of this canvas’ curves

Your art on me is impeccable

When you work on this plane

Undesirables turn orgasmic

It is such

In breaking my heart

I would care less

You ponder why?

Well

Our fate, to be or not to be

Pieces of mine shattered heart form a mosaic of your face

Juxtaposition in thought

Of my love against your selfishness

Unfaithfulness

Disloyalty

Egotism

Anger

Disavowal

It don’t matter how far

Nor the distance

Every air you exhale

I feed my desire in its inhalation

Devoid of, I succumb

Nay

Its not obsession

Simply

The loves that burns for you

That the eloquence of words cannot quench

It refuses to die

Its destiny

For he know not the depths of my love

O reader,

If ye cometh across my beloved

Doth pass my word

That I deservedly declare

‘I am your canvas

Paint your love on me'


I received this poem from my girlfriend, so much I want to say about this piece. I wont, instead I'll say thank you, I am glad I am forgiven, loved and missed. I love you and I am honored you love me this much. I am yours; you are mine.

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a moment with wisdom

he boasts a large collection of autobiographies and critiques of the famous African leaders. He just doesn't keep them he reads them and reviews them.

from a different angle

audio and visuals proff loves his jazz

This is his sitting room. Neat huh?

a shell a day, brought to him by grandchildren, neighbors and friends he never throws them away

"these are works on Castro and Cuba, I read a lot of Marx and Lenin at your age"

A religious man who says of himself "I am more of a Quaker than I am a Muslim he then ponders the statement and rephrases it to say I am a Godly man. I owe him my all.

Montage like arrangement of his family

This is an entire house full of manuscripts and reels with speeches of the famous leaders. Three rooms full. 

reflections of a man seeing his end

do you see the book on Timbuktu?

Old china set. He says he keeps it to admire more than to use.

Dedication to Professor Ahmed Mohiddin Mohamed 

This is not a poem but simply excerpts from my conversation with Proff

I am at that point in time where I rarely make an effort to think

I just let the thoughts come and I jot them down in Ink

Most days I sit outside and watch the sun run behind my neighbour’s house and sink

It is faster now that I am leaving

All the while I am admiring my wife

Or scratching my balls

For I have seen my fair share of falls

I have had my thrills

I just wish for the young people to be empowered

To unearth their spirits and to be discovered

To go all out

Do not be fazed by the clout

"My only regret is I never took a photo with Mutunga and Museveni as I had grievances with them at the time I met them."

mwanaume ni..

If love is just a word
then prayers are just recitals
and the bible is simply a book
there is more to life than just watching the days pass
more to faith than just hoping for mountains to move
there is more to forgiveness than I am sorry
and more to repentance than just forgive me my iniquities
In all this what's more is action
It's DOING
it's moving from just saying
just hoping
to doing
mwanaume si effort tu
mwanaume pia ni action

by His grace

 

But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.

1 Corinthians 15:10.   

It is by Him that I am
By Him
I was
By Him
I will be
How often I forget that my everything
To Him is NOTHING
And His nothing to me is EVERYTHING
I am but a vessel
Crafted
Molded
And shaped
By Him
And his grace
His grace is sufficient
If He is not then I cease to be
So if I be me, just me
Then I am not
For I will incredibly be
A NOBODY!
You be, I will follow thee
Better yet you be in me
That way you will guide my paths

 

see the bright side of things

I was going through my poetry
The earlier drafts
I hoped I could find something that says exactly how I feel,
I found a letter
I did not write it,
yet
It spoke to me

SEE THE BRIGHT SIDE OF THINGS

Date: TODAY
From: THE BOSS
Subject: YOURSELF
Reference: LIFE


I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help.
If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. All situations will be resolved, but in MY time, not yours. Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.
If you find yourself stuck in traffic; don’t despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.
Should you have a bad day at work; think of the man who has been out of work for years.
Should you despair over a relationships gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.
Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in dire situations, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children
Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.
Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.
Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what my purpose is? Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.
Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be one of them.
I love you, AND I WILL TURN YOUR SORROWS IN TO HAPPINESS.
Just know friend that I do things MY way. Take care and remember that you are not alone.