Mmmmh.!!

Ah..Mmmmh! They say!
How will she do it?
Mmmmmhh! when will she do it?
Mmmmhhh! they scorn,
She keeps him waiting!
Mmmmhh! And what is she up to?
Mmmmhh! she did it!!
Unbelieavable!

DELUSIONAL SUNSET

Tis serene, warm and glowing
Tis far off, there at the horizon
The birds have stopped chirping
The wind blows calmly
The country roads are quiet
Only the distant bark of a dog

The sunset, sits there
Very beautiful,
Lulling you into all is well
Whispering peace that you dont feel within
As you sit and watch it
It promises you better things
Better tommorow

You sit and watch the sunset
It calms you even more than the Vat 69 you are sipping
You sing to it
And it shines and smiles at you
It then beckons you
To ride with your lover
Into the delusional sunset!

WOULD YOU RATHER...?

Some people would rather
But would you?
The sun rises and you rise with it everyday would you rather not awake?
The day ends with the sunset and you fall asleep, would you rather have insomnia?
The child grows within you after that passionate act, would you rather nothing was able to grow?
You wake beside your partner of twenty years every morning, would you rather wake up with another?
You still feel this painful-sweet feeling inside your heart because you care for someone and they don't would you rather your heart was stone?

Tis endmonth, you have all this bills to pay and so little income, would you rather not have an income?
Society dishes criticisms to you about your hard work, tis  painful and hard to live down would you rather not be creative?
They say you have a bad physical  shape and speak with an accent, would you rather be someone else?
They say you walk with a bad gait, would you rather be crippled?
They say you come from a family of not well to do folk, would rather not have a family?

Would you rather be someone else apart from your own self?
Would you rather not be true to thine own self?
Would you rather not live because the world is against you?
Would you rather live in hopelessness?
Would you rather stop trying?
Would you rather cow because you are afraid?
Would you rather not believe in God and found out in the end that HE is real?
Think about it.

WHO IS WORTHY?

Who is worthy?

Who is worthy of my allegiance?

Who is worthy of my affection?

Who is worthy of my devotion?

Who is worthy of my faith?

Who is worthy of my time, money and possessions?

Who is worthy of my dreams, hopes and future?

Who is worthy of my hands, feet, mind and heart?

Who is worthy?

Who is worthy of my giving?

Who is worthy of my Sunday mornings?

Who is worthy of my living with integrity?

Who is worthy of my sharing with friends and strangers?

Who is worthy of my complete trust?

Who is worthy?

Who is worthy living for?

Who is worth going to jail for?

Who is worth dying for?

The vote is in. Every polling station has reported.

All the votes are counted and there is no rigging. It is unanimous.

Worthy is the lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!”

REVELATION 5:12

WHERE ?

Where am I God
Your Word says that you have me at the palm of your hand
Your Word tells me that you have given me the land
Your Word tells me that I should never be moved
Your Word assures me that if I believe my faith will be proved.
Yet here I am feeling stuck in something that I don't know
I feel that my life is not making sense
I feel as if am going for the sake of going
The intellectuals  talk and treat me as if am dense
Now and past tense

Few things look right in my life
Few things go right in my life
Things I have done I regret, Oh how I wish to forget.
Past actions mock me day and night
Even in my quiet time with you.

The thoughts become frightening
I pray and yet feel not any forgiveness
I beseech you Lord, of your protection
From the evil ones

Expressions of my heart are taken lightly
Scorned and trampled on, leaving me wounded and worn
I look at you Lord, and my vision is blocked
By the weight of this world that I long to rid myself of

Help me find my way Lord; help me know what to do
Crying and pleading, my heart yearns to feel your comfort
Help me Lord to Finally be free.

I see that sun in the east, it has a lot of promise
I read your word, feeling like a child of a King
I am a chosen generation, a royal priesthood
With all the titles I carry,of  woman,daughter,sister,writer,worshiper and friend
I am great ful!
I will finally be free, I feel this strongly
Thank you Lord for not passing me by!

BEAUTIFUL SOUND

One may ask, beautiful sound? What is it?
I say anything that warms your heart
When you hear it, then beautiful it is.
Beautiful may be, the sound of children's laughter
The sound of chirping birds
Of lapping waves against rocks or a vessel.
Of a happy barking dog.
Of a trumpeting elephant
Of the the wood pecker
Of a horse neighing
Or of the stream flowing
Or of ducks clucking

Or should I go domestic?
Some of us live not in natural surroundings
The sound of a sleek car moving
Or of the broom sweeping
Or soft sound of the strokes of the brush of a painter
The sound of a hosing pipe hosing
The sound the hair blow dryer
The sound of typing on a keyboard
The sound of falling coins
The sound of a mouth organ, or a harmonica, or the guitar, or a piano, or simply drums


Now lets get a bit personal
How about the sound of a contented lover? The sigh..or the groan
Or the sound of breathing
The sound of bodies touching, oh yes, there is a sound
The sound of kissing
The sound of love
The sound of dreams
Or of fingers clucking
Or of wind against your ears
Or of your rubbing your own skin
Or of swallowing food, or liquid

But the best sound is the sound of beautiful music...mine or yours it just has to be beautiful

MIRACLE OF SMELL

Why is it that most poets never speak of smell.
Smell is one of the most magical things
Like beauty, each individual experiences it in a different way
What one may like, another may not.
But there are those that most people love
Like the smell Freshly cut grass
The Old Book Smell or simply the library
The Smell after It Rains
The smell of freshly brewed Coffee
The smell of fresh Roses
The one for a washed and powdered baby
Slightly Burnt Ugali
The smell of overturned earth
The salty smell of the Ocean
The smell of clean clothes which have just dried by the sun
The smell of tea
The smell of a new laptop
The smell of natural food spices
The smell of fried cassava
The smell of pishori rice
The smell of nicely cooked managu
The smell of steaming milk
I know there are many more
but last I will say the smell of one's own body after a good shower.

DEAR LORD

It has come to that time of life again
It has come Lord
To that time Lord when I see bleak

The time is now
The time is here
When all is haywire
When all laughs at my puny trying of making things right.

I know, I know
You will say, "Trust me in my child"
But Lord how can I when all I see is doom?
How can I when I have reached the wall?

Lord even when I cant see the dawn
Let me hope for it.
Let me feel the good in my heart
Let it drive me each day.

Lord of course I will trust you.
All I have to do
is look around and count my blessings
And look at the miracles

JUST BEING

I wanted to touch,
that place where love lies,
where tears never reach
and scars can’t disguise.

I wanted to heal,
the wound set so deep,
but words cannot move,
the dark treasure you keep.

I wanted to remove,
the symbols of your past,
the secret inscriptions,
in flesh and blood cast.

As I sat thinking,
the light slowly came,
these things were but letters,
that spelled out your name.

And so I embraced,
the sorrows and pain,
things I could not touch,
would never ascertain.

But that was alright,
I found a truer meaning,
for love is not wanting,
but sometimes, just being.

I TOO

When I hear people
Telling of heroes
telling of great deeds
Of ancient days
When I read the telling in the books of ancient and current history
Then I think within me
I too , am one of these



When I hear the people
Praising great ones
Then I know that I too
Shall be esteemed
I too, when my time comes
I Shall do mightily!

MIRACLES I SEE

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know nothing else but miracles
WetherI walk the streets of Nairobi
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses towards the sky
Or walk with naked feet at the beach
Or stand under trees in the park
Or talk by day with any one I love...
Or sit at the table for supper with my family
Or look at strangers beside me in a matatu
or watch wasps building a home on my ceiling


Or animals feeding in the fields
Or birds circling in the sky
Or the marvel which is sundown, or the stars, shiny, so quiet and bright
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the moon.
Or simply reading a book!
These with the rest, one and all, are miracles.
Each distinct and in its place


To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same
And every foot of the earth's interior is spread with the same

To me the sea is a continual miracle
The fishes that, swim, the rocks,
The motion of the waves, the boats, ferries with people
The salty smell of the sea!
What stranger miracles are there?
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HOW WE ARE

When we are going toward someone we say
You are just like me
Your thoughts are like mine
Word matches word
How easy to be together!


When we are leaving someone we say
How strange you are
We cannot communicate
We can never agree
I cant stand you
How hard, hard and weary to be together.


We are not different nor alike
But each strange in their leather body
Sealed in skin and reaching out clumsy hands
And loving is an act that cannot outlive
The open hands
The open eye
The door in the chest standing open

JUST AN OLD GIRL

Just an old girl watching

The slow tread

Of the day slipping by

Just a few wrinkles around the eyes

A few laugh lines around the mouth

A few grey hairs

To tell the tale of her living

And yes, she did live

During her younger days

Now Susanna,just an old girl

Just an old dress, once bright and beautiful

Now faded but with traces of the beauty afore

Just an old figure, once full and curvaceous

Now bent and flabby

The once firm legs that were never covered

Susanna of the legs, they called her

But not anymore, just an old girl

Just the old memories

Of trips to heaven and hell

Susanna of yore, Susanna of the figure

Susanna who tired not of gyrating to the beat

Susanna who excited the male

I reside with Susanna now, they declared proudly

The Susanna of yore is now

Just an old girl with bittersweet memories!

THE COMING

I listen to the wind

It whispers, he is coming

I look and look but he doesn’t come

I listen to everyone

They say behind my back

He is not coming, she waits in vain

She is no longer his bride

But when I listen to the rain

It patters on the roof

And I think it says, He is coming

The dawn is here, and new promises it brings

I stand at the window

Watching the rays of the great orb

As they warm my skin and light up the world

He is coming, the orb says

I feel the little bun in the oven

It grows everyday, I can feel its heartbeat

I listen to the little kicks, of the tiny legs and fists

It seems to say, he is coming

And I wait, He is coming, I tell myself

I stand at the window again

The great orb is long set

And in its place are the clear night sky, with the bright stars

I look at the distant hills where the bright glow of the moon rests.

It is beautiful

I listen to my heart, it says he is coming.

I am alone, starting to waver

Thinking, will he come?

And then I hear.

The sound I have waited for what seems like eons

The sound of the crunch of the gravel at the drive.

My heart seems to stop

Footsteps

He is here! He is here! My heart sings

And he comes, he comes home to us.

GOOD OLD LOVE

Warm feelings mutual

Warm looks exchanged

Warm bed shared

Warm skins touching

All love

Long days endured for another

Flowers and draughts given

Fond memories shared

All serene when the other is around

Still love

Broken promises,broken hearts

Broken spirits, shattered dreams

Bitter truth that is blinding

Nary a peep of love anywhere

But still there, still love

Passionate love, Distant love

Imaginative love, Tough love

Unconditional Love

Still good old love

HE WILL CALL, I SAY!

The Dawn is breaking

A light shines in my heart

Hope for the new day springs deep in my core

He will call, I tell myself

The day drags on.

My heart sings, as I type away the words I love

My feet are light as I walk

My eyes are bright in anticipation

My ears wait for the sound of his call

He will call, I say to myself.

The Dusk beckons

The light in my heart is faint

The hope in my heart grows faint

I wonder why He calls not.

He will call, I tell the air

The night is here

I am ready to retire

To the land of dreams of him

Hope springs a new.

Tommorrow is another day.

He will call, I tell the stars