writing was hard today

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Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication

-Leornado da Vinci

To write today was hard

The topics came and went by so fast

In verity they were just bad

Trying out haikus. Just words strung together really.

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your woman: myqueen. A response to the poem 'Betrothed then Betrayed By Oyoo Mboya'

This poem is a response to a poem I read by Oyoo Mboya I will post the original first then the response.

ORIGINAL:

BETROTHED then BETRAYED.

Tomorrow at dusk
She'll be in your arms
Her face behind a mask
Read the pattern on her palms.
Tomorrow at dawn
The priest will declare her your wife
Uncover the veil, beneath the smile
there's a frown
You are not what she wants in life.
Tomorrow at noon
You'll feed from the same plate
A (g)olden honeymoon
That seals your fate.
Brother,
Before she became your bride
I plucked her petals, still tender
In the journey to womanhood, I was
her guide.
Her body is scented with my stench
Kiss her and you'll taste my lips
Feed and wait to hear her belch
There's a name in her hiss.
Look deep into the fires of her eyes
The blaze that burns to blind
Do you ever care to ask why
She's one of a kind?
Dust her bosom for my fingerprints
The contours I caressed to break
The stains on her thighs
Are of pregnancies we longed to
make.
She'll cook, just like I taught her
In bed, my name will feature
I am her eternal star
Her past, present and future.

®Oyoo Mboya.

RESPONSE:

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This are but tales you tell to satisfy your hungry past
You made a woman from a girl
that much I agree
But you remain a boy
Your words betray your ploy

Of the stains she's cleansed
Washed by the product of my loins
The hissing was quelled; she has just graduated
with a doctorate of the diploma you so graciously accorded her
I should thank you
for all the callous caresses you politely introduced her to
I could never have asked for an easier time
You are indeed godsent

I admit,
It may take a while to forget you
Its never easy to erase the opposite holotype of everything you are
Meticulous
Astute
Sturdy
Direct
She was a woman when she met me
You made her a woman

She is a queen under my care
An epitome of decorum
A royal diadem of peace
She is patience
Wrapped in royalty radiating love
She is my shield from pain
In her I find much strength

She is a queen
Executive director of the home
Symbol of my kingdom
and flesh of the flesh of my fledglings
Your one-time woman is my lifetime queen
It will take more than memoirs of your lips on hers
More than dusting prints of her thighs and bosom
It will take more than the past
for her to be annulled from this golden throne


Pablo Neruda writes I am not jealous/of what came before me I echo his sentiments.

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reasons

there are reasons,
unidentified reasons,
for which things happen,
they happened in the past seasons,
for unidentified reasons,
they're still happening in the present season,
fro this reason, the flamboyant witty politician,
Tom Mboya is dead,
for this reason, unidentified,Pio Gama Pinto left,

never to return,

for this same reason,J.M Kariuki is dead,
for this reason, unidentified,Robert Ouko is dead and gone,
investigations have been done but no conlcuding report,
for this alleged political reason,still unidentified,the Lion of Mbooni,
the distinguished law maker,Mutula Kilonzo is resting in peace,
for this unidentified reason,Prof. of Mathematics,
George Saitoti is dead,
and for the same mysterious reason,
Hon.O.Ojode also left us,

for this mysterious reason,

former Ainamoi M.P, David Kimutai was shot dead,
for similar reasons, the prominent political figure,
was erased, parmanently from the political picture,
as he was coming from His Dornhorm Home,
for this reason,Alexander Muge is dead,
for this mystrious reason,Chrispin Mbai is dead,
for this reason, unidentified, some are detained without trials,
some are tortured, and left for dead,
for this reasons, we experience extra-judicial killings,
for this mysterious reasons, human beings turn into beasts,
they displace peasant farmers,to build their own projects,
they grab land, for their own selfish gains,
how will you feel,
when the person who raped you,
is the one to rule over your rape case?
those who commit autrocities,
are the ones in the authorities,
for some reasons, which we don't know, these things keep on happening,
I wonder when we will start a new season,
where mysterious deaths are given reasons,
and investigations drawing conclusions

poem written by Ordinary Mind  don't know the date of this politically charged poem but it inspired me.

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twisted and bent

Give me a gun
without a reason
I took out my son
that time
that season
gave me a panga
I never worked in your shamba
to quell these pangs of hunger
I ran
like a mad cow on heat
I slit my neighbour
in her peaceful unknowing slumber
I worked for you
you
and your other ilk too
and yet,
and yet it was you we crowned hero
I now camp in the cold
you want nothing of my plight
even newspapers claim my story is old
a tale that should be forgetten
Ala Methuselah its old

In the warmth of your palatial home
you sit
stoking fires
by your stone-wall fireplace
telling stories to your grand-kids
nibbling on cookies dipped in hot chocolate milk

I starve

you debate on whether tonight the dog eats a kilo or a half

over my heart has settled the dust
in my mind I ponder your pact
and on my hands,
now callous from my acts,
blood is dry

each night I quack with anger
plotting revenge
seeking the souls I slay to avenge
to stitch my present to my past
conquer fire with fire
blood with blood

the real heroes must eventually dance
the real heroes WILL eventually dance
so give me one more chance
just one
without reason
I will take you out big man
buy me the pangas
and watch me drain your loin fruit's blood
fill it in basins
and bath
watch me wash away the sins
and see the souls carry your own to eternal silence

 originally written for the IDP's in camps; edited to current circumstances

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