Kikuyana land:


The men are castrated,
Their minds greased with darkness,
In the hope of productivity
And keeping alive Big Daddy...
Upon the hungry and powerless,
Violence is an national anthem in Kikuyana land.
Vampire prey upon their own kin and blood.
And are capped heroes of the struggle.
Kikuyana land has vomited its own;
Now dining with the former Pharaoh.
The onions of Egypt aren't bad after all.......

Memoirs in Diaspora…..


The Egypt I miss;
Had bread basket filled, bottled butter
Mouth watering sliced salted spiced snacks,
Vast garlic gotten from government grocers,
Onions, olives and countable orphans,
Gracious graduates donned in fitting gowns.
No pick-pocketing pirate police……
Even though we wailed upon Pharaohs’ whips
Stomachs were stuck with solid meals.
Is Moses’ Canaan carrying a curse?
I can’t help wondering.

Back to the basics.


They will tell you about money;
All the goodies it has power over
The jets,ferraris , benz,
Holiday in Disneyland or Wonderland
Good will mistresses among others.
But they wont tell you about books
That have lifted up souls and shaped kingdoms.
They will tell you about secrets
Too sacred to mention.
The shady deals that fatten wallets
All quick-rich-scam schemes,
Even tested and proven niceties
But they wont tell you about books
Whose warmth turned swords into ploughshares
Spears into pruning hooks.
They will tell you about fashion;
Addias, Nike, Puma, converse
The exorbitant price they call for,
The prestige, pride and position
For all faithful trendsetters and keepers
But they wont tell you about books
Which ignite creativity and innovation to ***** success.
They will tell about the anointed ones
Thou shall not touch the anointed
Who preach water as they gabble wine
Their sleek livelihood
Their gullible congregants.
But they wont tell you about books
Where ignorance will slashed, packed be buried or good.
My son, many are speakers, this world carries;
Empty cans that make the loudest noise.
If you desire knowledge, then read.
Read.
Read
And READ!