Mum,
I make a promise,
I WILL DELIVER,
With respect to the blessing i was bestowed upon to help my siblings... Who awaits me,
I will deliver AS WAS!
On the rocks, or pinching spikes,
I will deliver,
I will sweat to come home with food and clothing,
Even when my blood freeze in cold,
Or burn because of strain, i must DELIVER,
If i injure my vains on my way,
And drain a trench with my own blood,
I will still survive, to my promise
To the last breathe,i promise
To deliver,
Strong or weak,
Healthy or sick, i will deliver,
I will think till my brain cell dies,
I will work till my hands tear,
I will never fail to deliver,
Even when my head
Goes bald, i stand
To deliver!
Be hopeful of me mum
Things will work out soon
My last breathe will be after all this promise of heavens,
I will deliver mum,
I PROMISE.

Young and effortless,
In pain but helpless,
Calling the heartless,
For help, but they are careless,
They believe have brains, but look brainless.
Giving it all a try, in vain
It looks an everlasting pain
Embarrassed but plain
Of truth constantly hidden behind the lying love and faked emotionless attitude,
Always of survival but eventualy to death,
Perhaps, God has a waiting answer,
Because a thin sheet covers a dug grave, yet the child belives to be lying on the hardened earth!!!
*prayers may help, go down child, and pray to sweat blood. ....maybe it should be symbolic to help....
Brotherhood is an english vocabulary,
Ask me why!

yoU call yourself BETTER,
faSt  you DEMAND RESPECT,
othErs HAVE to follow your COMMANDS,
Lest you find your pay,
thE end SHALL DEFINE your pretence
you ASSIST only for GLORY,
your NAME and FAME!
Soonner or later YOU WILL realize,
Very USELESS you are.

I am asleap but at least i can think...
Inside this world we have alot of collours,
Bright and dark,
In different denominations,
Those in light colours hate the dark,
They stay together and are of similar thought,
Very different from the dark,
And they hate the dark......
The dark love and respect the light,
Who disrespect the honor and obedience, as of observed by the later.
I mean you don't  understand this.

I need only a single read!
But a thousand share
I just need you to read,
Copying is not allowed
Just a single read and
A thousand share!
"young is age,
Unknown is its wage,
Pain to live the very poor
Then die poorer.
All the hustle, that fail to pay,
Day in and out, life is the last day's
Up similar,
The very dawn in particular,
Always waking up for the hustle,
That has always failed to make a bustle
A day's meal,
Has always been the bill,
Nothing more,
It is sort of a bore"
I just need a single read,
But a thousand share.
Situations  are no longer situations!

My fruits are not ripe yet!
But will the soonest.
Hope in life is tommoros light.
Bye

As swift as money move out of my pocket,
You will double the speed to come back to me that day they will streem into it unstoppably.
That time is not today but........
I've seen it coming.

money alias the currency
you brought no peace on earth,
you brought saddness
you brought parity and level
money money money
you killed people
you cause suicide!
currency you came at the wrong time,
but your search became pain!
what if!!!!!!
it is just but the ******* truth!
my current level of thought ,
I hate you currency ,
you have more bad than good!!!!!

I'm not to spare,
hate or like me you won't buy me a living.
burry my head leave my body,I don't care,
as long as there is no body contact.
talk like the KASS radio or *BBC station,I have no worry words won't wound me!
if I were James bond I would be famous without your *mouthing ,
if I were Barrack Obama I would be trending without your lies.
but I am a poet ,less on words but heavily defined in them!!!
shake your buttock over me,and you will find me on it!!!!
shameless stranger you are playing with wounded tiger!
like me or hate me,fame awaits me.
I'll trend more than you wish to light fire of lies on dead grass!
*its just a poem,don't worry

when you are too cheap to trust you pay expensive to be
trusted .
kindly learn from me.
fake offers are paid for!
hearty love expires after death but the spirits shall haunt forever.
Kirui cheruiyot 28/11/2018

am depressed,
it's like I never dressed ....
something reminds me of a golden opportunity I lost .
just because I couldn't concentrate ,I am lamenting !
this happened because of ignorance ,I am on the paying end,no light beyond the tunnel.
should I go ahead and hope for the impossible ?
should I turn back and loose?
no I should do something ....even the illuminated can't block me now...
agh! my agitation is the disgrace!
when will I get out of this satanic lock?
poverty bonds that can't allow me plan,even to buy a snack,
deep rooted right from my great granny ....was it to end like this!
I will face it anyway ,I want my hands to swell or sweat blood,
I won't give up.
I will die holding my pen,
perhaps it will bring my dream to reality!
it's me,working to defeat this situation already outdoing my brainy shell.
let me see !

let me just say bye,
it's been a long journey together,but I'm sort of occupied somehow for now,

so let me just say bye.

just in case you saw me.
in bold I was talking
sure were my words ,
from the heart I spoke ....
JUST IN CASE YOU SAW ME!
I loved you,
I cherished you dear,
I did all I could in my poverty level,
I saw you like I knew you.....
sweet love was in me,
I was real ,just if you got the glimpse.
I loved you...
but you chose to leave me.
I'M STILL CRYING
for the love ,that was never ment to be
for the real short time in the real sweet love
for the age I was and the money I lacked .
for the misses and nostalgia
in my heart I just accepted the fate.
BUT JUST IN CASE YOU HEAR
you are beautiful
you are lovely
you are sweet
you have it all.
let me tell you one more time.
I LOVED YOU.

Show me your moves baby ,show me your movessss!
Show me your love baby ,show me your loveeee!
Watching hindi movies in Kenya now.
So good ,the Indians dance.
I will get a Hindi girl,
And
Sing,
"Show me your move baby,show me your moves!
Show me your love baby ,show me your loveeee!"

Money is insane....
People go insane when they get money for the first time.
This is
What is happening now.

If you are rich,
You speak less yet it is like spelling everything inside an encyclopaedia.

If you are rich,
You talk foolish yet it is taken to be of wisdom that no man can understand without any consultants.

If you are rich,
And you wear rags,
They say you are simple and expensive, man of the people ,worthy of many praises .

If you are rich,
You *** on the road and they say you are sane.

But

If you are poor ,your wisdom is the poo of a monkey ,you talk of something important ,they say it's old cliché that has no meaning .

You are insane even if you *** in the loo.your poo should not be seen because it may be contagious.

Do I mean it?
Rich or poor,you are human ...you should be humane and be with everybody unboastfully .
Because ,
We are all candidates of death.
Bye

I heard that wisdom is well spelt in simple language .
So when I say happy night to the married,
I spell wisdom.
Don't argue on this,
Pick the meaning and go to bed.
To the referred ,
Read your novels to your point of satisfaction.
Make your spouses know they have you.
Bye.

I find no peace ,
Every time I write my piece,
And you fail to read it's purpose.
I am not good I suppose*,
Because if I were,
You shouldn't always be there,
Avoiding my writings.
I know you will not read this,
But you will hear people talk of it.
My purpose ????
You need to know I'm concerned about your behavior .
Otherwise good day .

Dear mum,
I haven't forgot you,
I have been away,
Four years no see,
No talk,
I hope you haven't stopped calling me your son...
How I pray to succeed ,
so I come home with a bread,
How I pray God to protect me
So I come home save .
How I pray to God,
To keep you healthy,
So I meet you strong and bouncy.
Mum ,you son is trying everything possible .
He sleeps hoping,
He wakes up thinking of what next,
He has a lot to say
But in all,he just keeps guiet ...
My days are not well when things are not working out,
I fear coming home without something ,
Mum you know me,
I love you,
I remember what you told me,
"Have this twenty and buy a pen"
It touched me,
We were in abject poverty,
I remember how you suffered my dad's beating,
How he broke your hand,
How you stayed away in my brothers home,
How they kicked you and said you were a liability ,
May God answer my prayer ,
That I may come to console you,
That you may forgive the past
That you may see a new sun
That you may smile,
That mum you may find me not a traitor,
Like I may look today.
Mum,you already fought the hardest fight,
I know you have come along way,
It had been tough
It had been rough
I am about to tell you something ,
We shall go trough them successfully .
Mum,allow me one more chance  to try,
I won't come home dry,
I will bring something for you to fry.
God shall never leave us suffer forever,
There shall be changes ,
Positive ones in our home.
You won't cry more,
Enough .
I am you son
I know your pain
I will paint a different picture of you soon.
I PROMISE.

I don't fry
I cry
no matter how I try
I remain dry.
I call all and sundry
to come by me,
to help me
for in all I have done,
it has bore no fruits.
I'm on the dying end.
it's my short poem.

I had a dream,
It was very short.
My long died grandfather
Came in my dream ,
He told me
"Grandson,
You will excel".
I am happy for that dream..

In sort of a tale,
Is a story told,
Not to have passed,
But yet to pass.

I see people running up and down,
Celebrating or sort of,
I see only one crying bitterly,
And that is my mother,
She say,
"My son is lost!"
My sisters are in sort of amusement,
Confused of what to do,
My brothers see me and hope I was not born to fall,
I was their hope I understand...

I feel the urge to confirm to them,
I am not a rash ...
I am not lost....
I am full of force,
It is just that my struggles haven't bore fruits.
My vibrating legs and limbs,
Have stopped my lips from opening,
My hungry stomach ,is not giving me any peace,
My racing brain,
Is closing my eyes,
My ears too,they no longer hear.
I am reduced to pieces.
Perhaps my dream was not valid.

If all never go well,
Please God,heal the scars I leave.
Heal the hearts of my lovely kids
Heal the heart of my dear wife,
Heal the hearts of my children,
Please heal them.
As the stream of thoughts pour endless,
God see my remaining journey .
Let me try one more thing,
To live the way you need.
To be humble,
To be of dignity,
To be of love,
To be of repentance,
To be who you need .

As I approach the grave
God,
Let me be somebody ,
So that ,I may see the change I hear.

I don't know what to wish
For in all I find myself to fish
Rascal and rushing
Fooling and revealing
But in all, I loose.

i cannot say this,
but money with all its value,
is just but like leaves to life.
.
to life money has no value,
but
a
source of comfort.

For tight
For sight
For might
For a fight
In all and more,
I must win.

What kind of freedom is this?
I am free,indeed free from everything.
I have no coin,so I am free from wealth
I am sad so I am free from happiness!
I am so depressed ...so I am free from freedom.
What is this free now???
I think I need more clarification.
Kirui.

if i was to be born again?
I will not agree to be born to my poor parents.
But i would like to be their child.
Just if wishes were hoarses.

Fear that grips always,
Arrests hope and faith,
Rapidly compared to nothing.

Forever it kills life,
Ailing ,it is a diseace,
Rough and it kills.

Future it kills,
Arrangements it halts,
Right on point ,we should end.

As i flip the pages
like i did for ages
one day
it will pay
i mean i wil find something new
which i knew
that i will find a million
for my pages will be read by a battalion
my senses will be right
and i will pay whoever will write
i know it will happen
that my readers will have pens
to write what they know
and i will read 'em come snow
far and wide
i will,as i walk and hear my strides
i will always remain devoted to my friends
even if they never trend
i will read 'em always
until they ask themselves how i make it in all the ways
i will read in the rains
even when my shirt stains
i will read in the sun
even when my head burn
i will read read and read
until i forget to see my breeds
my people will wonder why
but i will hold my answer to buy.
maybe it will happen someday!

I know i am ready
Because my beautiful one is born already
I have grown hair
I saw my dad  had when he sat on his  chair
My beutiful one has the *****
Which i saw my mum had when she bent to remove the *koobs
I have a goat
Which looks like my fathers coat
I will pay it as my dowry
Though my fathers' was jewelry
It has grown long ,my stick
Though i saw my fathers'was thick
I am ready
My beautiful one,after that day told me she felt it heady
I think i am ready to marry
My beautiful one is mary.

I'm here to appologise
For in the battle field i went missing
Was not killed but injured.
I bled so terribly
I was helpless and useless
I picked my pen to write bit it had no ink
I filled in my blood  but my brain failed
I could not think!
I could not translate my mothers' language.
It was really hard.
In fact i decided to just talk to the spirit,
To give you hope and patience
That you may wait until i come
I hope you got the ego to see me again
To hear from me again
:::::::::
My language is new
I hope you got somebody to translate
Do not worry why my writings are in red,
I have decided to write using my blood.
No access to a shop
No friend to borrow from
The clossest animal here is a tsetse fly
Chewing my skin for blood
My bedding, the leaves,got rained on
And today i will transnight!
My food the black berries,
Are rotting in these heavy rains,
I doubt if in my cave there will be peace tonight,
Snakes are just peeping and i have alot of fears
If anybody can translate this to you,
Please come for my help,
Because my life is in danger!

I ate lunch
It was nice,i thought
I then felt the happiness,
I thank God,
For it happened to me,
I enjoyed my lunch.

he spent in an aim,
in a risk to loose,
in favor of the game,
so gullible to preempt.
..................................
a die hard in hope,
beyond the scale
loves the game,
in power he lives,
a life too risky to touch.
.........................................
playing all his tricks
meet another gambler,
whose stupidity is beyond repair,
but in dismay,
he still looses money.
...........................................
all he does is to learn,
to accept the outcome as always,
hope tomorrow will change him,
and chance,give unending luck,
that shall always grow big,
day after day!

dear wife,
love our *******,
children our blessings,
i feel happy for you,
you gave me very good children,
i loved you much for that,
keep to me,
to my last breathe i mean,
sure enough,
you are the mother of my family,
i am surprised for what happinness you give me,
God be with you always,
it was a short letter,
which i can write endless,
my deep appreciation come to you,
kindly read this always,
coz
i will write everyday in blue ink,
to show you that i love you and no one else.
Good morning beb.

I write this special letter,
To address my sincere regrets,
To the most high,
I have sinned,
God forgive me for my sins,
My thoughts,action or eyes
Must have made me to sin,
My ears too,
God please,set me free,
My grand parents or great grandparents,
May have linked me to sin,
Please God,
Hear my plea,
Set me free.
I don't know if my lineage was clean,
The blood in my vains and arteries may be *****,
Clean them Oh God,
May your grace be upon my life,
May your love shower my family oh Lord,
May your sufficient stores of blessing open for me.
I won't cry much ,
You know me than I do,
Guide me,
Protect me,
Cover me,
Bless me with good gifts,
That I may use them to serve you,
God,hear my plea.

Yours loving child,Cheruiyot.

Seated behind a low hotel
I am sweaming in debts,
I have nothing to call mine,
Strains and streams of stress,
Is what ran in my brain,
I have a dream though,
One day,
This day will be part of my history!

I feel the pain,
right deep in my heart,
I can't explain,
because it hurt,
of all,I never complain,
all the mess lie under my hat.
my brain fights in vain,
all I think is plain,
night speaks of dark,
day may lay for rest.
twist and tweets remain to be shared.

I saw myself when I was so young,
I hated not to grow rich,
But a move of work hard came to me,
I felt strong and powerful,
I changed my vision
I put effort in all I did,
I finally changed my situation ,
I found my home ,
Coz I used to know I had none .
But
Somewhere I somehow forgot to make a good choice,
It stagnated me,
But I am now going free ,
Soon
I'm gonna sing all the praises to God.
I see myself different .
Wealthy and full of responsibility!