Maybe one time
One more time
I meet death
I will have two to four quizzes at hand
Will it answer

I will try to make it get drunk
To get an honest answer
But if i fail
I will be dead 😢

On any day
She puts her heart on table
With fork i would poke
Hurt she would get
With the bleeding hurt
She would hold tight on cold nights
Never to worry on her demise

She loved too much,so she died too much
They re'd the eulogy

What did you hope
What did you anticipate in your adulthood years
Women,money,respect and leisure??
I know you're sad
But what is life

Maybe we living lives we never wanted

We are on our joint
Few beer clicks and new rolls of joints
No sound other than the lighter and glass squeaks
40 min passed
Noone to bring in the talk
They were too tired

What next??
Go back home or live under the sun

They re'd a book
I don't remember the name
But the love was forbidden
Little by little they fell for characters
Fell for each other
Never to realize they were from different world's

Time caught up with them
But death didn't

When town starts to feel good at night
Heaven isn't your place anymore
Maybe thats your calling
Or devil issa your colleague

Doesnt matter blud
Live
Coz we will all
Once leave

Am home
Ts 2002
Kibaki just got elected
Few cry out of not getting moi milk anymore
Here am
7 year old kid

I only wanted my belly full
A ronaldo haircut
And a praise from my crush

she walks home
aint home
just few hoods and my odour in the hood
she missed her home
she believed i was her home

few sips on her syrup wine
she calls me
"do you believe in love"
drunk me
yet to reply

maybe i do believe on weekends
yet to master love on weekdays

"there is tomorrow, dont live for today"
they remind us
we walk home
thinking over what tomorrow holds

sharp knife on an innocent life
or a jubilant face of a gladiant who fought for people
a kid home without parents
a grandma on her 90s no grandkid to tend her
all dead
in the name of fighting for tomorrow

ts tuesday
that what we believe
tomorrow ts wednesday
we will wed it nevertheless

where will you be tomorrow

They lied to us
We lied to them
Old men and women of pur society
Lured them to voting for a youth like us
We call them;people of this city

Budget box at hand
Sledge hammer on our heads
No flour to soar our throats
No caffeine to flatter our heads

kids on their tattered uniforms
Parents on their torn overalls
City still crazier
Maybe we voted thieves on midday