You taught not as a teacher but by action
A key pillar in our family you were
We greatly miss you.

You made my mum the great woman she was.
Through your counsel and discipline you made her.
She is a reflection of your unending love and sense of purpose.

We are extension of your great works and though we miss you we celebrate a life well lived. We celebrate the great works and good foundation you laid for us.
Fare thee well my beloved grand pa

As you cuddle n **** your thumb
my heart melts with joy and am glad,
as you lay in my arms so helpless and innocent
I find you so lovely and irresistible,
all about you reminds me of me when I couldn't remember,
and now I appreciate the level of love my parent have for me

the joy of a child the parent glows with pride for it
all children are angles and parents see their reincarnation
as he grows a father relives his early days ,
when he neither had wisdom or memory,
every mistake every attempt the dad gets to see how he came to be
and his greatest urge "my son to be better than I"
in my child's eye I see the innocence of the world

let you my child learn, let you acknowledge ,
you are my strength and my wisdom.
I see my future bright in you,
i  find my energy revamped in you.
my destiny and fate merge brightly in you
And new ideas new territories i will conquer in you.
my eyes and my strength bring better things in this life

Would you rather illuminate a room for days on like a candle, or for a split of a second release all your light and light up the whole valley like  lightening.
Its battle of consistency and baby steps, or breaking rules norms and doing giants leaps
Is it candles or lightening

i have been warned by authorities,
i have read in all books and magazines,
i am petro and you are a naked flame,
am a wolverine and you are my moon,
you make me howl, and i scare the ones i love.

You taste sweet on my lips but will sicken me
you make my heart leap, but to cease it you will,
i promise never to talk to you, and i find my self near you
this addiction is worse that thirst for air.

our combination is world war 3,
our articulation is lightening earthquake and hurricane
our future is so grim drains all colours and bleak
but our pull not just magnetic it deadly gravitational

i look at you never kissed you, never had you
i think of you, and pages i write of events not done.
i speak to you, and creepy feelings fill me
as i take another sniff of my human *******

You let me down.
It was your wish
A great longing from deep within. A fantacy an idea your idea, but in its execution you let me down.

I was silent just enjoying my grand thoughts. Some nice n other little ***** and like a bombshell you said it.
You let me down

Just out of the blues, you dropped it like an eighteen ton scad.
Just like that you said, you no longer require it. And put it that , I couldn't finance it. You truly put me down.

You belittled my effort, made me feel in worthy. You made me gwarky and a little blob.
Almost felt like a wart on the beautiful face of you, you truly let me down.
Let the shaver glory in reduction and let the farmer glory in growth. All are seasons and reasons in life.

Am just an ordinary man, whose lows bring down your highs
a true man of soil, who was trained that sorry is an expensive word
a **** of life, a novice in matters of heart and feelings.
I acknowledge my faults and my crevices of character,
all in all my pride rides me down
hope that my dear wife you will understand.

just as a kite tries  to fly without wind,
I feel me disconnected from you as a flash of lightening so quiet without thunder, totally unreal.
before you i thought my self complete,
in my ignorance I felt okay
now  you have come n am jolly, n my alphabet totally complete
hope that my dear wife you know

as days are growing red and grey,
and the cares of life n pressure mount up
if I appear distracted an unresponsive,
giving monosyllabic answers n wearing a grim face,
it's not you my sweet wonderful love
am just dealing with the rawness of life n all that it might and has thrown at me
hope that my dear wife now you know

my hope is that long life n great health be the gift given us by Almighty
an in my endeavors hope at least to meet your life long desires
and in my fulfillment you shall find your contentment
where every evening we shall celebrate with laughter n glowing of our hearts.
in my hope I wishes that my dear wife our journey through life shall accord us more sweet memories

The strain on me is much,
Th clutch of death seem a relief,
The burden of life seem hard to bear,
And its scars unsightly

I breath in am choked,
The air acrid and horrid,
The grim awaken and seeks me,
I have ran for four decades,
Its snares i have escaped,
When i just feel relief,
I then hear grim on my path again.

At times i got tired i needed rest,
The unending has had a toil on me,
Am a living zombie,

If i let death get me,
I know pain will just be for once,
Then eternal peace i will be ,
Or so I think.

Then i heard him call,
Daddy daddy is all he could say,
My heart melted and swelled with joy,
Another smaller version of me.

If i go today, who will be called daddy,
Whom will the younger me look upto,
Who will guide and defend,
Who will coach and direct .

I have made a resolution,
Against all odds and thought,
If not for me, let me be ,
I will fight it, I will engage
I will not make it easy,
I will never go down without a fight,
Just for the younger versions of me.

Our greatest urge, our yearning and desire,
Our crave, our demon and angels.
Its the holy grill, an expectation, it seems near but its far fetched.

In all history, in all legends in all religion, eternity we seek. Our bodies are mortal and we long for eternity. Where can we live for eons?

Its the desire, the furnace of our essence to live forever. Where even after years, we are valid and acknowleded. Where we are not feared but revered, where  our presence evokes Eros and not dread.

That's why am here on this portal, that's why my grandpa tells me stories, that's why others **** themselves and others seek to impress.
That's why we have slay Queens and gigallos. That's why I always ask, "after am gone will I be remembered?"
We infuse and want to transmit our ideals, we want to have a mental exchange, pass our memories and what we want to be remembered. We want to sire longevity and immortality that's why we have a mental ******* with all.

am just fantasising about you, your sweet body, those ***** sweet kisses. The heart warming sensual moans as our bodies rock, and I slide into that sweet honeypot.

I can still feel the tremors of pleasure as I go deeper and deeper into you. I Love the smell our sticky bodies as we wash each other with our body juices.

My bedroom mistress, I yearn to learn more from your wealth of the act. You are an artist and I wish to be your apprentice. Teach me, let me do the practicals. Grade me, but let me have retakes.

Let me scoop the honey,
let me lick every drop,
Let me get drunk,
Allow me to savour the life dregs,

Let my fingers play the fiddle,
Let me sing and waltz to the rhythm,
Let me strike the notes in crescendo,
Allow me to drown in the melody.

Our song will have no words,
The music will not be meant for more than a pair of ears.
In our studio of five by six,
We will edit and launch our album,
And on our memory wall it will hang,
As the best platinum album of 2019.

Among daughters born of women you beat them all.
Among beautiful women you stand out.
Among those endowed with caring and loving you are in a league of your own
Among mothers and guardians, none whose kids feel well catered for like yours.
Among beautiful names given to girls, non sounds sweeter than yours switha.
Among all ornaments worn none so beautiful as your modesty on you.
Among all the lights and colours none brightens my life like you, my dear
And among all the feelings none is so nolstagic as the feeling of you beside me
And among all men am the only one just so blessed to have you in my life, my dear sweet Karwitha.

as we match along side by side,
as we tag along this life's trek.
we are armed ready to fight,
we are harmed by many a sight
a we soldier on towards triumph.

as we step out ready to battle,
each day is a new tire ,
we are torn, tired and weak
from unending beatings of each day  of the week
we still push on soldering forward.

in our quest in our war, all torn bruised and boiled
we can't belittle the other, cause our main aim is to survive
no stronger or weaker, today i take a beat tomorrow a breather
this wars will never whether, until in a box we linger
soldering on till it all ends.

some chants others cry,
some clap others stamp
cheers of victory jeers of shame
a beautiful banquet we are  given
soldering on till death makes us stop.

You want to love me, I know you do.
You want to express Eros to m, that you could.
But your love isn't inch deep in me, coz I only respond to my kind of loving.

To the sun you wish to take me,
But an a night kind of a guy,
To the festival you want to have me,
But a cave kinda person.
Your love generously given, but my thirst only my kind of love can reach.

Clothes you kinda buy me, but wind I love to feel on my skin. Shoes and trinkets you provide but grey is my colour.
To ensure your heart cease from hurts, am giving your the manual to my love, my kind of love.

Mundu hu mundu, is what it need to be, but before we are there, simba akikosa nyama hujaribu kula nyasi.

I at times long for that touch, the breath of a woman next to my ear.
I long for those nights where we wrestle in bed.
I long for those moments where a heart beats next to mine.
I long for the touch that weakens me.
I long for the gasp, the whimper, the silent scream of pleasure as we ***.
I long for those days where we kiss and am hard as a maasai warrior,
I long to have her in my arm to see her melt,  
I loong for such, but not with a stranger, not with one night stand, but with one we have a mutual understanding, where we fulfill each unmet needs.

As we lay down on the bed exhausted and satiated, we just doze off with a smile in our mouths. It was a great time we had.

I heard lyrics of  a joyous tune so sweet joyful,
in the same tone heartaches, longings and grief was.
this was my song the tune of life.

the first stanza was sang not by I but her who gave me life,
she alone saw me in my innocence and great vulnerability another author of great songs of life.
in my teenage yrs my song was reckless as now I wished to use my own instruments.
my tune was opposed by my seniors as they said mine was noise.
early adulthood I had mastered my tools of trade and tones, fit for kings streamed from me.
Now an age where most of life pleasures are sour tasteless broth.
All I hear and appreciate are songs of youth when grass smelled green and flowers ever sweet

As I lay on my bed I feared the blankets would suffocate me. I swallowed hard and the saliva almost choked me. My nostrils burnt as I laboured to breath, the chest like an IUD about to explored in heavey breath. I gasp, opened my mouth, as dry a  bones of chelbi. My hands fell beside me, my eyes pooped out of their socket, blood shot.
Dread fell on me like the morning dew, hard unexpected and thoroughly cold. My ears heard dins, silent sounds of death.
I knew it was back, having taken its last harvest, it roamed around as it looked through its list. A cold sweat broke out a silent grunt heard, a scuffle in a meadow, and a body drop as the grim, collect its latest prize.
Morning was greeted with mourning as a son of the soil, hit down and ate the dust.

I may not be sure, that my fragments are parts of you
I know your mother is a solid woman,
She is fine like seasoned wine,
Taste sweet like honey of acacia flowers,
Her ambience of true dignity,
Great keeper of secrets, I know she makes others seems a mature.

Walk tall son for truly you are born,
Other feel.inadequate of their parents ,
But to you though born in a strange circumstance are more hair of the land as any other.
Make me proud son, let your mother sigh with joy,
Let her ***** be youthfull at the sight of the joy of her youth, the fruit of her womb.

Words are signs of life, they form images evoke emotions and like rain make foliage to rise, or an oasis to dry,
They make an outstretched hand to give, or slap.
N just like the ratio of production is higher frm a well-tended piece of land than frm one thats not properly tended,so is the case with words

Words make , they break, they gather they rake,  they scatter they fake. Word cause and heal wounds, they make hands feeble and also strong.

Words are like clay in the hands of the potter, a braid of hair in the hands of the salonist, a masterpiece can produce, or a disaster in waiting, words are windows to sections of the soul, areas that you wish to guide others to, areas you feel of but have never been. Like a compass in a clueless sea. Like a GPS in space. They make us find our path back home, or make us lost for eons,
they describe pain, our unnatural thirst, our demons and fairly tales. Words they...

Mundu hu mundu, is what it need to be, but before we are there, simba akikosa nyama hujaribu kula nyasi.

I at times long for that touch, the breath of a woman next to my ear.
I long for those nights where we wrestle in bed.
I long for those moments where a heart beats next to mine.
I long for the touch that weakens me.
I long for the gasp, the whimper, the silent scream of pleasure as we ***.
I long for those days where we kiss and am hard as a maasai warrior,
I long to have her in my arm to see her melt,  
I loong for such, but not with a stranger, not with one night stand, but with one we have a mutual understanding, where we fulfill each unmet needs.

As we lay down on the bed exhausted and satiated, we just doze off with a smile in our mouths. It was a great time we had.

We love to change clothes,
we love shoes for running, hicking and strutting on the catwalk.
We love to smell sweet, ****, confident and **** plane mad.
We love costumes to look like angels or monsters.
We are a slave to change,
we complain when wear same for so long.
We seek out illicits, to get the variety.

Anothers mind and soul, is what we seek. But the self loath.
We give testimonies, of how I was and know how I am.
We change hairstyles, upgrade our accents.
We long to experience others, in yourself.

This mire and bog, has seen great minds simplified.
Seen whelps turn to fierce dogs,
Has seen urchins turn to masters.
Has seen those who bow, being bowed to.

In our quest for difference, we take alters and influencers.
We stimulate and live our imagination,
Till we become trapped and eventually lose ourselves.

Though we flirt, with drugs, alcohol, religion and mantras
let our aliases not take over us.

We are all, same able to stay together. We are equalised by our clothing, but all are different. Some are bulldozers will other meek shepherds.
The axe is a great equipment, can bring down the forest, but precision is not in its DNA, the scarpel is a small thing, can get lost in the grass. I can't dent a forest but a mans life it can save.
In our differences we are huge, in our varieties we can make life complete. We shouldn't compete but in our life we should complete the other.

During the harvest, millet was in full bloom, the ears were heavy with harvest. The air was filled, with songs as birds were courting. Wa gacambu, took her clay ***, a gift from her hubby, she trotted to the river. Though she was heaving due to the weight of her belly, she was determined to prepare supper before her husband arrived. Just next to the mulberry tree, near the river, pain like lightening shot through her. Momentarily she froze, she slowly put down the *** and sat next to the tree. Her eyes held a distant gaze, her body trembling in pain, as her second son felt it was time.
Like a symphony, she laboured, like a band the pangs came, like a hurricane she felt, the desire of the one in her to come out. In less than ten minutes, the two were separated. Kaburi's quiver had added another arrow, a son, a defender. She was a strong woman, she collected herself. Picked up the *** and the bundle of joy and headed home. Ikingi was the name of her second son.

For such a woman endowed with beauty. Such brazen creature a symbol of perfection.
And a great friend of mine.
I can only just gaze and words vanish in my mouth.
She a daughter of her mother, the pride of her father.
Her siblings love her to bits and follow her every move.
Her love is intoxicating, leaving one filled and still seeking more.
If  a Queen has a measure she fits completely

She greeted me as a brother , our talks seemed a bother. She just looked at me as her usual stranger. Nothing new just the cold ambers.
The as we were leaving, I heard she was to pass by his place, to leave him some case. Just the mention of his name, her eyes lit, she had a tremor and in her eyes I saw it.
Just like a propane filled house explodes, she welled.
Uneasiness came over her, and like a teenager, she was just longing for his touch.
It might not be a wonder that she had him in her, it might just be that her heart was fully for him. And know am just the shell, she lit her old fires and they long and burn for him.
Each dreams she has is about what ifs, how life would have been different with me out of the picture and him in.
Its complex now, there kids to deal with, and the society look.

Thou in another place another country her hearts passes the bounders and enjoys his embrace, though on phone, or social media.

Its hand to pretend, when an old flame has been lit

Like rain it makes them grow, just simple feelings to torrents.
Like a small breeze, brushing on the surface, they change the calm emotional ocean into a death trap for the poor thinker.
Like a match stick, lit to a can of perfume, the stink of ******  smell raises as it brought to a thunderous explosion.
The ravernous bear, calmed, the harmless cat made a killer, all by simple them

They can't be touched, no evidence seen, only aftermath, a horrid trail of destruction,
Of mountains trampled, of volcanoes quenched, of seas dried, and of desers made gardens,
all due to syllables joined together, words

I read the unwritten, I hear the unsaid and I feel the unexpressed. I know the unmentioned, I acknowledge the intention and I know it well.

I don't loath not detest, I speak just in silence and I shout with my mouth closed.

I taste without putting out my tongue.

moments are like the lunar eclipse, a frozen aspect of time, that comes once in eighty years.
We should cerebrate in the rareness of the golden moments.
Its Gods message, we have no control of tomorrow, ours is today.

You are too stingy with yourself my dear,
let me have a slice,at least two slices of you.
Let me savour you, allow me to salivate into your wholeness. Let me drool and lust into your experiences.
Your joys let me have a sip, your sorrows let me have a bit.
Your care freeness, entrust it into my strong hands.
Let me know what clogs you, chokes you and simmers you. Let me ride in your strength, and measure the depth of your sorrow.
Let me light the darkened soul candle and quiten your heart thunders,
Just let me in,
into your soul,
So that I can see the world through your eyes,
Taste the waters with your tongue, and know how roses smell to you.
Let me know how pain feels to your, and probably I will know why I misunderstand you

I sign and bite my lower lips, my head reels with images and unmet fantasies. I wrought my iron forged my swords, filled my quiver to brim in the anticipated encounter. I rehearsed my war chants, Practiced my victory dance. I puffed my chest, strengthened my *****, flexed my muscles. I gathered the crowd to see me unhilate my enemies. But I regret, I regret not my bad choices, but for the good ones I didn't do, I regret the memories I didn't create, I regret the lyrics I could have made into songs. I regret the words I swallowed that gave me ulcers, I regret the fake smile I put that made my tooth ache I regret

The blue moon phenomenon is true,
A glimpse of tomorrow today is a gem.
Its not often that the wind gathers all leaves of same plant below it.
Its a sign of consolidation, great human interaction. When all of one know each other but not. But unsure of future

Alex I:
Just human are humans,

If I had the power, I would make you an artery that every second of the day from my heart you would receive messages.
If you were a neurone then very thought and plan of my mind would be crystal clear.

Like a cloths i. Would put you on so that every now and then a hug would be.

But  frailty of humanity makes me available as I am right now in electronic space

Let be free,
free to air our thoughts
free to make mistakes,
Free to avoid guilt and self hate,

But above all,  lets be slaves of hope.
Hope that our tomorrow, will be better than the past.
Hope that we are expecting better,
Hope that a smile today will lead to laughter tomorrow.

Exaggeration is another term to spell out the truth, when we microscope our events. We find the things which make us tick. Like a clock work that keeps time irrespective of the presence or absence of sunlight, so are our feelings for one another. In darkness in blurriness of form, in our misty absence and clear presence. We find each other like a sailor, in a  stormy sea, our hearts point in the right direction our true north.

Alex I:
Every birth seems normal until the one born is super normal. In her hand she controls a thousand galaxies, in her heart she encompasses the one she loves, in her mind her path so clear but the vision blurry.
She writes on the book using tears, she whom the sun smiles at and the moon winks. She whose eyes sparkle like stars. As she heaves ,her sigh like the pilot whale so serene so rare. Her fingers are like a sculptor, she molds and fashions all she desires. She is like a whirlwind so full of strength, yet so mellow. She brights the day with a smile, cools the afternoon with her laugh and sizzles the night with her sweet cuddles. A woman so rare that diamonds and pearls are named after her.

I wish i were a tattoo artist,
I would seek the freshest flowers,
The scentiest lavender,
And brightest blue birds
To draw, b
My canvas would be your skin,
I would gently wipe it with aloe,
Cleanse it will camphor and lime.
My drawing tool, the electric needle,
I would use the tree dyes,
Brown of the bombay elm,
Red of the orange prume,
Cream of the Asian elm
And black of the African wattle.

Next to your heart i will draw,
Of creatures beautiful and soft,
Of clouds and drizzles.
Of peaceable deers and panda.

The paint will cover your pain,
It will make you forget your shame.
It will open new chapters,
Into shreds, others it render.

A new creature now you are,
A new name, to you i seek to give.
New horizon you will see.
Victoria we will call you

The beauty of the flower is by it remaining in the stalk. The beauty of the sun is in the midday when its in the sky. The gorgeousness of the night is the presence the moon and the stars. The goodness of telegram is knowing, that I will find you or your msgs. The goodness of friendship is in predictability and acknowledgement of your predictability.
Thanks dear friend

A breath, a sign, a hi
A bellow, a sniff, a sigh
A kick, a scuffle, one dies
A plot, a dark shadow overlies.

A song, a dance , a slide.
A whistle and a birds chides
A purr, and the cats meow subsides
A crow, and majestic **** strides.

A flatter and a feeble heart dies
A shot and the fatherless cries
A crave and all warmth dries
A hurt and all fears arise.

I still remember your taste, i remember your hunger and my thirst for you, i can taste your lips my mind replays your moans. You in my hands were like clay, you concorted into forms and angles only  a seasoned theater artist would. Like spaghetti i slipped with grip of anaconda you squeezed me. Instead of suffocating me you held my breath, you moved hips in tandem and you rythm super.

We are cool like clouds, as when we near each other we thunder and the lightening we produce illuminate. We are like the olive branches at the sent of summer we bloom and pale the days of non flowering. We are the masinga dam, when we over flow even the strong houses nearby have to give way to our mighty flood.

Am a man and men are made not just born. Your absence in my life, makes me err even in the slightest of moments. I long for your counsel in my interactions with them. I conquer and I lose , I find only to discover I have lost. I gather just to see every thing fly away scattered. Am a neately dressed man who is uncumpt .

The guidance of a dad none can do it except the dad.

I was smelling the flowers, the scent so rich,
my fingers trembled,
as I caressed the delicate petal.
each piece meticulously placed,
each so delicate,
their colors wooed me, and...
just as my nose got its waft of the aroma,
a sharp pain brought me back to my senses,
that all beauty has in it ugliness.
the bee had its own agenda, mine was also different
but our urges were fulfilled by one, sweet flower.

A rain drop given time grows into a mighty river, the song sang, its melody yonder, the stanzas balanced and the lyrics soothing.
Life is all about balance a fight to peace, a scream to silence a race to a stop.
Sweet are the morsels of memories of great time spent, of great advice given, of simple smiles and thunderous laughter.
Its the sweet gesture, a soothing handshake. It the blessings to the kindred and honour to the friends.
All giants once were, toddlers who depended, time made them emerge and Gods grace and favour nourished them. In the dusk they lay with a song of praise in their lips and in everlasting slumber night finds them.

Ikingi the patriarch, a great memory you leave. A warmth and a lesson, we bless the Almighty for thee

Silence is a scream,
its not absence of sound,
its a novel ,
a chase,
an encyclopedia
a whole dictionary.
Its a landmine infested field,
a slaughter house for dreams and ambitions

Where will I go, or mostly fumbling where am I from. Am I a result of serious imagination, am I just an idea that has no form. Do I exist or live? Am I a monkey that just walked upright or a perfect creation of a supreme being? Am I an end or is there life after this? Was I there before or after this life am just going to remain a name a faint memory?

Sugar  is sweet,
memories are sweeter.  
Our hearts aches, it drinks the dregs of loneliness, but it's quenched by sweet mosels of good memories.

Youthfulness is the writing class,  old age is the reading  class where memories are read.  As we cold with age,  memories warm us up.

To the sweetest girl and the one whom I have chosen and love. You are my clouds, my hope of rain. You are my lightening my expectation of thunder. You are my seed a promise for a harvest. You are my road, an  assurance of my destination.
You are the framework on which I weave my future around. You are the lyrics that sweeten my song. A beautiful soul you are that makes a great companion. And I love you.

I have known you all my life,
Your shoulders have borne me,
Your care has shielded me.
You have been my pillar,
The wind beneath my wings.
With you before me an unbeatable.
Your counsel has been my touch.
When i erred you corrected,
In my victories you were greatest cheerleader.

Age does catch up, now am 'mature'
Got my ID and built in body and mind.
Done. With school even live on my own.
Just about to practice my independence,
Just making my own decisions and all.

As fate be fate as destiny be like rail,
The strong you is frail,
The healthy you be too sick,
The joyous you be ever groaning in pain.
And bright you be a lamentator.

Tables now turn, you are now a helpless child and am the mother.
I decide now for you, I feel inadequate.
I make life long decisions,
Am unable to enjoy, or glory in my earnings.
My young mind feels unable to think.
As i deal with all thee challenges,

Am feeling tired, not time to rest,
Overwhelmed I am from all the grinding.
Hope i want to give up, but you never gave up on me.
I push and strive, in hope i will live,
To fail you ii don't wish to,
Coz you never failed me

My kiosk.

You are one of my greatest friends,
We have shared much, have gone through alot.
I know, at times we take stock. Chose which enterprise to close, which to weigh, which to continue with.
As a friend, i would wish ours to be maintained.
We ain't beyond profiting, the enterprise isn't obsolete,
The inflation has its pinch but our friendship can survive the hardship.
I believe we  ain't totally unprofitable.

So this of mine, where i peddle jokes and care.
Where you are a customer, please don't cease to come.
I got myself more stock from China. Very original as i don't deal with counterfeits.
And i made the choicest, to please my favourite customer.
Be ye most welcome to the shop and please don't you ever stop from shopping.

who wears a cowrie shell on her locks,
She whom eyes sparkle in the morning sun,
She whom sky clears at her smile,
She whom is calm and tranquil as lake Ellis.
  Her walk like a brazen gazelle,
Her statute an inspiration to sculptors,
Her voice an invite for collabos.
Looking deeper into her brown eyes,
You acknowledge the fire beneath the surface,
A feverent lover, clothed in attire of a fairly.
She appears meek and calm, but one taste of her you become an addict,
She is a sweet poison, an   angel with a Midas touch,
She will leave you thirsting for more,
Coz her love so sweet, you cant get enough