As slow jam shatters
at the heart of Nairobi
staring gently at the sunset
those luminescence amber sheds
hues of a missed whisper
searching for stories to narrate
as if stars were standing ordained
Inside the jungle of aliveness

As the city hums psalms so diverse
beating the ever chilled drums
melodies that disintegrate noise
those that music penetrates and contests
in the shades of a stained glass
where octaves ape each other
as if a clown so so drowned

As the night-lifers awake in haste
inward processing is a forever
sat at the zone of introversion
as those dreams embrace in zest
rocking as the locals sway merged
merrier and encased in my remedies
making circles and arches end on end
within the reformed reforms that overlap

Whispering....... “ It will always be like this... calmed inside introversion. If you let loneliness ****, it will succumb the light and suffocate. Be true to yourself and never beg at the throne of the devil’s gate wanting to be a mirror of an illusion; seeking for redemption”