AIDS IN AFRICA!
Did you read the novel of our uptimes: Confessions of an AIDS Victim!
Did you watch the films of our time: about Philly Lutaaya and Wangeci!
First filmed movies of victims living with Aids in Africa
And did you see humans like living skeletons: thin as threads  
Body emaciated-denied of any fond flesh and tissues: zombies with souls only  
Ribs lean like loose groups of marionettes glued sticks-countable
Skin stretched slender and dry like rotting drought carcasses
Like harvest’s bounty, daily on reed-mats taken outcasts to dry in the suns
Waiting, waiting, waiting for its delaying-about-death!

Did you watch the agony in the victims of the viral virus?
The emotional struggle with rejection and dejection
The sorrows in regrets and the sadness in the imminent eventuality  
Did you watch the scare in those inwardly suckled sockets of eyes?
The hollow horror-stigma, severe in their scrawny faces clearly drawn and written
The dryness of their fears and fates, daily as they awaits for the-no-coming-damnations  
The torturous anguish of hoping, hoping, hoping the waiting will soon be over-rested!

Did you watch them with sorrows?
How mùkingo, kang’eeri, kìng’ùki………….....
Had ruined and damaged their promising lives
Had you watched them with fears?
How deserted and dejected they were
Did you watch their burials, a polythene bag for a coffin as outcasts of the suffering society-Emotional families alone in the final procession somewhere faraway from ancestral burial grounds?
Rest of the society watching from a safe distance as hastily they are sent deep into their underworlds

Did you watch how havoc ***-AIDS had done to families?
Grannies alone grappling with swelling families of needs
To eventually warm loneliness of surrounding graves: a total devastating calamity
Terrible tombs of sons, daughters and grandchildren: forever wiped-out generations
Did you watch the wiping out fatality of UKIMWI in rural villages?
Where the most sick finally retreated to, to reconnect with their angered ancestors
Gray-Aged counting on the crosses and daily, freshly dug moulds of soils
Carrying-containing their loved-ones larvae-ravaged remains

O God! Why did you create this thing between our thighs?
And burnt in it a desire to rise-jump, romp, **** and pump
O Lord! Why did you put in place this dry well between our *****?
And installed in it an urge to die to be drawn, drenched and danced
O’ Almighty Father! Why did you generate in us a desire?
A desire only to be quenched by this sinful sickening act-***!

Oh! Lord! Must we all die atop the trap of death-the ball inside the socket?
With all the sick beauties and wealthy behind bellied fat fed ARVs bodies-
Humanity, must we pitifully perish this way-slowly but disgraceful!?
Clearly know your partner; holily respect your partner!
Chain your dog, lock your kernel, secure your cheque-
Abstain-protect your love: protect yourself!  

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The journey of life is the Same-FUTURE; the end of bodies is One-DEATH and the destiny of all souls is similar-ETERNITY. Eternity to happiness or sufferings!
Kìùra Kabiri.

Come my love
Come, let me sing you a poem of love
Come my dove
Come, let me forever you have
Come my love as a whole
Come, let me hold you in the breaths of my soul

Listen, O! My dove, my Songs of Solomon
Come quell my desiring demon
For your kinds are millions of million
But only you daughter of Zion
Only you is my Lord’s own choice  
Hearken for, to my compassionately calling, courting voice  

Come……come………come my love!
Flowers give scents: my heart gives you earnest love
Jewels give glamour: my soul gives you sincere love
Ores gives resources: my spirit gives you a grace of eternal love
Riches give status: my divinity gives you a wealth of true love
Honey gives you sweet tastes: my thoughts are always with incenses of your love
My heart beats with pounds of you in every of its seventy-two rounds a minute!

Come my love, come my humble dove
Come, love of my love, breath of my life
And I will love you truly till forever
Come like dawn after darkness
Like sunlight after winter
And awake my slept soul
Come burn my soul whole
With sparkles of love and laughter of delights

You are the soul of my soul
You are the flesh of my flesh
You are a bone of my bone
You are a product of my blessed breaths
A rib extracted from my divine sleeps
You are the wealth of my heart
Only you in millions of millions shone brightest

Come honey, drip in me like pure milk
Flow in me like frankincense’s fragrances
Like myrrh, mark my aromas with your scents
O! Jasmine, perfume me with your petals
Like Lilies of the valleys, like purple lavenders of the plains
Surround my soul with a perpetual beauty of your amorous love
Mi Amor, I am yours-yours truly, will you be mine-mine eternally?

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When the air is gloom and grey
I will still weave words for your soul
When time is gone and forgotten
I will still sing serenades for your heart
When space is silent with sorrow and hollow
I will compassionately still be cuddling your spirit
When love is aged and lost
I will still woo and coo your romance

Even when I can’t sweep you from the floor
I will still struggle to cradle your emotions
When your heart don’t smile as before to my silly jokes
I will still find a way to tickle its laughter
Even when all is livid and acrid
I will still colour your life young and beautiful
You will still look the same-colourful

Even when your nerves won’t more recognize me
When your ears won’t hinder to my courtship calls
You still are the woman I’d court
Again and again and again forever
Even when you are creased and gray  
My eyes irises will still find you attractive
My thoughts will still want more of your love
I will still be amorously dreaming of you
To be forever young with you

You will still be the last light before our sunset
Still as you were, the first ray in our sunrise!
Darling, our love never grows bored and old with age
But forever younger with each sailing stage
Forever with you, same as energetic teenage!
In my sleeps you still will be my guardian angel!

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Shepherds in haste are hurrying to Bethlehem
Their sandals on, their staffs in hand, their flocks alone  
Shepherds what have you heard from the plains?
In the distant meadow fields-you haste to Jerusalem  

Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!

We have seen a bright star heading east
We are hurrying to where we saw the bright star
From mountains and moorlands far
We have heard whole heaven sing all this silent night:  

Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!

Shepherds what have you found in the east?
Now that you return to your fields jubilant
We have seen and adored the Holy Child
Now we return jubilant to our wild

Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!

Magi, Wise men what have you seen?
You hurry east carrying gifts
Gold-Frankincense-Myrrh-Kingly have been
What a choice of symbolic gifts!

Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!

We have heard the King of the Universe is born
One foretold longtime ago by your Prophets
We hurry to Bethlehem with our gifts
To worship and adore him, this Holy Newborn

Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!

Herod, what have you heard you look vicious?
Herod, what have you heard you look jealous?
The Magi are seen hurrying east carrying kingly gift
The Shepherd have passed here in haste to praise Christ
They say He is the said to come-King of the Universe

Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!

Joseph what have you heard in a dream?
What has the angel said while in slumber you stream?
‘Rise, take the Holy Child and the ****** Mother
And to the Land of Egypt, there take refuge
Until such a time dies, he who seek him to damage

Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!

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Rose, leaf of love
You sprouts
Gentle and wild
Beautiful in thistles
Charming amongst thorns
And the world is filled again
With affection and obsession
The world is gay again
With laughter's and devotions

Rose, flora of love!
You opens up
Beautiful and pretty
Colourful and mighty
Awesome in prickles
And blesses the earth
With perfumes of your petals
With fragrances of your fallopian
And the earth is in cheers and dears

O rose, stalk of romance
In fingers you dances humble
Watching and wiping tears of love
Discouragements-grieves
Of dejection and rejection
Igniting and lighting fires of desires
Infernos of adoration and admiration
Bringing unity to lost and hope to found
You rose a simple selfless stem
Hungry hearts you satisfies with forever

O rose, charity of love
Beauty in bloom
Bud in blossom
Leaf in split
Sheet in spread
Where comes love-
Out of no hope
Where comes life-
Out of no dope
O rose, shower of love.

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