Sojourners from the mama's womb,
Travellers from the papa's testicles,
Candidates of birth and eventually death,
Death is sweet as encrypted in the euology,

Death must come  any day or some day,
Don't rush to the grave just because yu have no more light, or perhaps your heart has been broken by a cheat,
Cheats and death are not relatives.
They have different genotypes,

At tymes darkness accompanies light,
And sometimes darkness persist,
You loose what you have nurtured,
You feel the world has been turned upside down.

But before you take the step of pronouncing yourself no more,
Think about this, we are all candidates of death,
Wait and pause after all we are destined to die.
Be careful, be sensible, in kiswahili we say kujipanga my fren.

When in a wrong turn and in depression
I turn to your snap,
In your visage i sought refuge,And its like am taking a nap,
A heart's drink that gives me hope,
In my dreams you fight for me, you pray for me

When stressed up I think of the smile that kissed us good night,
Almost every night at the hospital bedside,
You passed by our room to at least wish us well,
At the behest of your love we came out life and sound
You are love and I love you, the source of my mind's happiness,
Since then I think of nothing but you,
In you I have been to the mountain top,

I have seen the promise land,
Though i may not get there with you
But in may sole we shall get there as won,
I mean every bit of this....

The enemy is death
Self proclaimed savior is no more
Left to wallow in happiness!

What a name! what a joy! To have her called by Mrs yours,
What a beauty! to load over a a man,
Nayanoi is the name, brought up by a mother who is embedded to tradition,
It carries all fame and this is not a game but another ingredient  to tame monstrous heart union.

There is indeed  touching  love after perennial failures,
Rejection over rejections builts emotion-shielded heart,
It kills dangerous emotions,it destroys
barbarians.

Such is life, don't you know,
Nayanoi demonstrated the saying,
Marrying a man not for money but love,
I have came to admire the Maa community,
They don't fake around they are what they are.

Unlike ******* who are really cheap indoors,
But fear displaying it in full glare of  our cameras
Nayanoi won my heart, As a true African woman,
She is the wife of my kinsman.

Am not lusting for her, she deserve all the earthly praises,
A woman sired and raised perfectly,
She wears all the smiles in her face,
Knowing she is a beauty queen and not a braggart.