For love,he puts on a forced gait
So he moves into her beautiful gate
Sure to him to have their first date
He peddled hard but arrived late
Hoping for the best,He never knew his fate
Sure enough,she had to wait
For she died to see her new mate
Who happened to place the wrong bait
Therefore all molested into a big hate.

One,
Of no importance I am
"This poor chap"
They said
"To no point,'this' has no future "
They stressed.
I kept to myself and did what I could
My replies were cheap
They gave me no oxygen
They gave no friendship
They have me no time.
I kept to myself and did what i could .

Two.
Out of my slumber
The star of success I met
The key to passing an exam
The key to winning over great people
How crazy I turned
I cannot tell
Teachers became my best
Great people their tail
they mocked of my tender age
Harrasing me and saying
"Boi,go tell mwalimu"
I kept to myself and did what I could

Three.
Secret admirers
No open points to meet
Just silence and feeling the love commotions
respect and joy began to grow
People started hiding their nature
A fake sight of happiness and involving
Fake attention and forced smiles
In one way I feel them but held back by some force
I felt alone though
And could brush myself over twigs on my way
Pleasure in comparable
Moved by my own words
Having a shocking stand
Guided by my own signs
Greater a move I felt
But still,
I kept to myself and did what I could.

Four.
Thinking big
Planning great
Openness and suprises
"How great can this man be"
They wondered
Full trust from all
Young and old
Respect and joy
Carefully planning my steps
"How could I be such?''
I could ask myself
Fear of loss and doubts of my nature
Firm decision and standing ideas
How great at my 24?
My aims bigger that biggest×
More than most×
But still not the best.
I am keeping to myself and doing what I can.

The concentric circles
Of two within one
described by colours
And the colours have meaning
The outer circle shaded red
those who build the world located hear
They are poor
They work day in day out
They make a living out of sweat
Most have many children
Most uneducated
Most die of hunger
They do unpropotional kind of work
They work a lot but paid less
Success is imagination

The inner is yellow
This describes the better ones
They are intermediaries
They speak for the few
They give given orders
They earn
They are settled but still most are not happy
They still strive to impress their bosses

The innermost belong to the few
The tycoons and multimillionaires
The earn but do not work
They formulate orders to favor
They hate local and like abroad
They speak in tongues
For others to interprete
Their shade is green
They have years to die
They import doctors
They inspire in ****
These are the few,
They have their say
And they must be heard!

Live is not fair
On earth someone struggles to make ends meet
While the other struggles to frustrate the more
The stinky rich
Controls the world
Even if they are educationally down
Their money speak louder
Their stories spread like fire over dry grass
They are of joy...
I will still believe in this concentric circle and unearth even better stories .

Lovely
          Whispers
                           Are
                                 Those
                                            From
          ­                                           We
                                                 Know
                                                   As
                                             Lovely.
I am about to complete research
On love matters
And for the little I got now
love affairs are not cheap
They are more complicate
Than human know.
The best love,
Is known by the birds.
Human can get tired loving
But
True love shall still last forever.

I had to visit my sister
She lived a kilometre away
So I went to the 'duka'
To purchase some sugar ...

I met my aunt
Out of church on that Sunday
She was rather tired.
Her boy,young and playful
Played his game..
Sliding over clay
And he laughed so much
He liked his game.
But the mother could not bear this.
"Stop it or else....!
The rest he knew.
"I hate you mommy,
You always shout at me!"
The boy was never happy.

We parted ,and I hurriedly paced away
To my sister's place.
She was out in the gardens
And she came
Her two boys were a mess
They happily made their cars
Out of clay ...
Their field was the table
Flat and smooth
They drove happily .
"Stop it,or else..."
The boys cried,
Sign of in satisfaction
I felt sorry for the engineers.
They hated their mother.

I learnt a good lesson that muddy Sunday.

Maybe life has given you a bright gem
The gem I work for day and night
The one that would turn soil
And make of it an oil
The oil that never a day spoil
Never spoil but smear the skin soft
Soft and your life turned a smooth
A smooth that in it a problem smothers
That which builds confidence
I call it a gem of life
Precious and important!
                  gem of life
Precious and important!

"Have a fabulous night"
This single sentence
Ruined my night
She sent me,
To please or to hurt
I don't know
But she knows
What I know is,
The single sentence
Gave me
A sleepless night !