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Tama na. ilang beses ko pa bang uulitin sa sarili ko ang tama na. Tama na sa pag-asa na maaaring mahalin rin niya ako. Tama na na lagging ako lang ang nagmamalasakit pero sa huli’y masasaktan ka lang. Tama na na lagi akong nagbibigay at siya’y kuha nang kuha lang. Tama na na lagi akong talunan sa bawat paglundag. Tama na na lagi akong umiibig at sa dulo’y sasabihing “kaibigan lang kita”.
Tama na siguro na marami nang beses na lagi akong nagpakatanga para sa’yo. Tama na siguro na lagi na lang akong umaasa na darating ka sa pintuan at sasabihing iba na ang iyong nararamdaman. Tama na rin siguro ang lagi kong pag-aalala kung “nasaan ka na?”, “kumain ka ba?”, “may payong ka bang dala bilang pananggalang sa malakas na ulan?”. Tama na siguro na lagi akong naging yaya, ina o alalay mo sa bawat bagay. Tama na siguro yung ginawa kong paninilbihan sa among ‘di naman ako sinuklian ng kahit ano. Tama na siguro na tigilan ko na itong ambisyon na ipinaiiral ko, ilusyon na maaaring maging tayo.
Naaalala ko, oo naaaalala ko ang mga bagay na pinagsaluhan natin. Naaalala ko noong una kitang nakilala, naaalala ko kung papaanong wala kang takot na sumama sa akin upang tuklasin ang isang lugar na ‘di ka pa pamilyar at ‘di mo pa alam. Naaalala ko ang pagtataya mo at tiwala na totoo ang mga pinagsasabi ko at dadalhin kita sa tamang lugar na ipinangako ko. Naaalala ko kung papaanong naloko ako sa kakatawa sa mga corny **** jokes. Naaalala ko yung panonood natin ng pelikula nang sabay at tititigan mo ako at tititigan din kita nang palihim. Oo naaalala ko pa ‘yun, at oo tinititigan kita kasi nabihag ako ng mga mata **** mapungaw, tila humihingi ng atensyon at pagmamahal. At oo, naaalala ko pa yung araw na tinext mo ako at agaran kang pumunta kung nasaan ako kahit malakas ang buhos ng ulan at dumating kang basang-basa. Naalala ko kung paano ako tuluyang nahulog sa’yo sa ginawa **** sakripisyo na maaari ka namang pumunta sa iba, ngunit pinili mo akong makasama.
Pero kung akala kong masaya at wala nang makakapigil sa ating dalawa, nagising ako mula sa isang realidad. Nagising akong ‘di pala totoo ang mga nakita ko. Nagising ako na wala ka sa piling ko. Nagising ako na ang lahat ng iyon pala ay isang malaking ilusyon. Nagising ako, masakit ang damdamin at namamaga ang mga mata mula sa paghimbing dahil sa kaiiyak. Nagising akong ‘di pala totoo ang panaginip na pinaniwalaan kong totoo. Nagising ako na ‘di mo pala mahal ako. Nagising ako sa tinig ng boses **** nagsasabing “mahal kita, pero kaibigan lang”.
Kaya ganun, wala akong magawa kun’di ang magmukmok sa sulok ng kuwartong dating puno ng saya at tawanan nating dalawa. Nanatili ako sa lugar kung saan tayo nanood at nagtabing dal’wa. Nanatili ako sa lugar kung saan mo ako pinuntahan kahit napakalakas ng ulan. Nanatili ako at nag-isip bakit kaya at bakit ikaw pa. nananatili at mananatili ako rito hangga’t ‘di pa rin malinaw sa akin ang lahat.
Bakit ba ng hilig kong magmahal? Bakit ba mahilig akong tumaya o sumugal? Bakit ba lagi ko na lang napagkakamalian ang galaw ng iba bilang isang mas malalim pa? Bakit ako nabibihag sa mga salita at gawa na ilusyon lamang pala? O baka naman sadya lang akong tanga. Baka sadya talagang kaibigan lang ang ipinakikita mo noong una, pero mali ang pagkakaintindi ko dahil ‘di ko pa nararanasan ang umibig nang mas higit pa.
Pasensya na sa mali kong pagbasa. Pasensya na at nagawa kitang mahalin bilang kaibigan. Pasensya dahil inakala kong mamahalin mo rin ako tulad ng pagmamahal ko sa’yo. Pasensya na sa aking damdaming tila mahilig lang talagang magmahal nang lubusan. Patawad na ‘di nabasa ang nais mo. Patawad na ‘di ko pa rin matanggap na hanggang magkaibigan lang tayo. Patawad marahil dahil ang sinasabi ng puso ko’y hanggang “magKA-ibigan” lang tayo.
IN A CHANG’AA DRINKING SPREE

(ONE ACT PLAY)

BY

ALEXANDER   K   OPICHO










CASTE
Advocate; self-styled advocate, his real job is insurance agent
Sampaza-changaa drunkard
Teacher-brother to Sampaza, also a changaa taker
Monica-changaa seller
Austeen-a lad, son to Monica
Watchman-changaa drunkard
Rono-friend to watchman
Njeri-friend to Monica, single mother
Atieno-friend to Monica, single mother
Driver- changaa taker and a smoker
Barasa-changaa taker and electrician
Ndhiwa- changaa taker, brother to barasa
Yator-changaa taker brother to barasa
Mavachi-changaa taker, with a fallen out wife
Mandila-relative to mavachi
Agnesi-wife to teacher
Music
*chang’aa is homemade alcoholic spirit consumed by the peasants in east and central Africa.




ACT ONE
In a slum area of Eldoret town, very many ramshackle muddy walled houses are seen; the setting takes place in the house of Monica the Changaa seller. There is low tone music humming from the DVD, playing Vincent Ongidi’s ‘mother is better than father.’
Music; Bakeni Nebekhale, bukula indika,
           Bukula indika samwana, Udimake kungeni
          Khusoko busia, bukula indika omusumba,
          Bakhwee nebechile, bukula indika
          Udimake khusoko yaya, bukula indika….
Driver; (dancing with a tumbler of chang’aa in his hand) let me dance! This is my best Sunday, let me dance, I am son of a woman. Sing! Sing! Sing! For us Vincent, you son of Ongidi, (pointing at the DVD).
Advocate; the problem you are only dancing with your class a half empty, moreover, you are not following the rhythm , I thought you dance to this song by shaking your shoulders, but instead you are gyrating your waistline.
Driver; (still dancing) let me dance because when I will go to the grave I will not get another chance to dance.
Advocate; (gulps from his tumbler) will you buy me chang’aa of ten shillings?
Driver; let me finish dancing first, I will see what to do about it.
(Enters Sampaza and teacher, as music goes off)
Sampaza; why are you dudes stopping the music on my entering?
Driver; it is not us who have stopped the music; you go and ask Vincent Ongidi why he did not sing a long song.
Sampaza; (sits at the old couch) where is Monica?
Driver; you burn us a cigarette before you ask for Monica, were you not with Monica upto the mid of last night?
Sampaza; why were you spying on me upto the mid of the night?
Advocate; (to Driver) give Sampaza time to introduce his friend to us
Sampaza; (to teacher) sit on this stool, forget about this drunkards.
Teacher; will this stool not break and sent me down like humpty dumpty? (Shakes the stool and sits on it)
Sampaza; It cannot even Monica herself sits on it and she is more huge than you do
Advocate; (to Sampaza) this is your brother?
Sampaza; now listen all off you
All; Sampaza we are listening to you all of us
Sampaza; had I killed our mother, he could not have born, (pointing to teacher).
Driver; if someone had not told me, there is no way I could know that this man is your brother. You are totally different from one another. Look, he is fat, strong, clean, well shaven and groomed brown and is like he took a bathe in the morning before he came here to chang’aa place, but you Sampaza tell us when you last washed your clothes? Even forget of washing your body.
Sampaza; (to driver) if you want to beg chang’aa from teacher just beg without using your desperate tricks of false praises.
Advocate; but me, I could easily know that teacher is a brother to Sampaza by simply comparing the shape of their heads, they look alike.
Teacher; who is serving chang’aa today?  I want to buy some for you guys.
Driver; it is Austeen, let me call him for you (goes at the door shouting) Austeen! Austeen! Aha! This boy is as earless as a female monitor lizard, (comes back) I have called him for you.
Teacher; thanks, let me believe he won’t take time, I am really thirsty.
Advocate; you can mitigate your thirst with this one of mine (gives teacher a tumbler).
Teacher; (sips) it was not a bad stuff (passes the tumbler to Sampaza)
Sampaza; (takes a full swig) uhm! The stuff is really the tears of the lion.
(Enters Austeen)
Austeen; My God, Sampaza is here again! Sampaza, why did you run away with my money last time? You take the beer and run away, even you made my mother to quarrel me yester night.
Driver; (to Austeen) you boy manage your mouths, don’t you see Sampaza is the age of your mother?
Austeen; wait! Sampaza must give me the money, give me the money you Sampaza!
Teacher; let me pay for him, how much was it?
Austeen; imagine Sampaza took off running into the darkness of the night after taking chang’aa of fifty shillings. Imagine a whole tumbler of fifty shillings.
Teacher; that was bad, Sampaza you did something very bad. You know Monica is a single parent and you run away with her money. This chang’aa is like Monica’s husband, so please let us be honest and pay our bills;
Austeen ;( to teacher) are you paying for Sampaza?
Teacher; yes, but before that; pour a tumbler of chang’aa worthy fifty shillings for each of these elders, including Sampaza. I am going to pay that one myself. But serve me with a tumbler of chang’aa that goes for a hundred shillings. May be it can quench my thirst.
Driver; brother you are a man (shakes teacher’s hand).
Austeen; (to Advocate) stand up for some minutes; I want to remove a grenade from your chair.
Advocate; you mean I was just sitting on the tears of the lion?
Austeen; yes (he fishes out a yellow plastic container, feels each tumbler as required).
Sampaza; you boy! What are you doing? Fill my tumbler to the brim, why are you now conning me off my chang’aa?
Austeen; (politely) Sampaza listen, you know my hands always shake when I am holding something. I didn’t want to spill chang’aa by struggling to fill your tumbler to the brim.
Teacher; (sipping, closing his eyes) Austeen now play for us another music.
Driver; yaah! The music, play for us Marashi ya karafu.
Austeen; my mother has not yet bought the DVD for Marashi ya karafu, let me play for you this one (shows him the DVD), it will thrill you to your bone marrow, (inserts the DVD in to the player).
Music ;( playing) ukiwa wa enda nyubani kwangu heee,
                          Umwambie stella mimi  sitakucha,
                         Umwambie stella mimi nimefungwa jela,
                      Anisalie mtoto mama nitaleaaaa!
Driver; ndio hiyo! (Stands up to gyrate his waist swiftly) that is my best song from Tanzania. How I wish I was still in prison on Christmas day of last year.
Sampaza; (sipping at his tumbler) if you want to be in prison go and make love to your goat and call people to help you.
Driver; look at you, with all this women, why should I go for a goat?
Sampaza; (standing up to dance, shaking his shoulders) because you want to be in
Prison.
Austeen; (giggling and shouting) look! Look! Look at Sampaza, he does not know how to dance, he is waving his hands like wings of a chicken.
Sampaza; you dance and I see (daring Austeen)
Austeen ;( dancing) look! Look! Fire! Fire! Fire! (He goes to sit)
All; (laughing loudly and clapping) Austeen! Austeen!
Advocate; this boy Austeen, became old while in his mother’s womb
                     (Enters Monica, Rono and watchman)
Driver; here comes Monica, (provokes Monica for a dance, they both dance).
Advocate; (joins Monica and driver to dance) Monica! Monica! Daughter of Zinjathropus, Waa!
Monica; I am an early woman, yaani! Womanopithecus africanus (dancing).
Driver ;( pushing away advocate), dance away from here, why are you bringing here this evil smelling sweater of yours?
Advocate; I am sorry.
Driver; that is empty jealousy, you only saw Monica’s pelvis touching mine and you jumped here to disrupt my gusto.
                               (Music stops and they all get sited)
Monica; (to Austeen) give watchman and his friend chang’aa of twenty bob, I will pay myself.
Austeen; yes mama (serves watchman and Rono chang’aa)
Rono; Kongoi, I mean thank you Monica, you are such a generous woman? (Takes a full swig).
Monica; Karibu, don’t mind I am always and I will be always an early woman.
Sampaza; (to watchman) when you came in I thought you were the crow.
Watchman; (sipping) who? Me, I was a policeman ten years ago but I was ******.
Driver; (to Sampaza) this man is not a muriakole, he is not a cop. This is a D.D.O.
Advocate; meaning?
Driver; daily drinking officer, hmmm! The DDO.
All; laughing loudly.
Monica; (to advocate) how is your brother and his witchdoctor of a wife?
Advocate; Monica, just keep quiet, my brother is in problems.
Monica; which problems? I told him to marry me and he refused because I did not have book education.  I am now making more money from chang’aa in a day than even he does from his education. Let that man, that brother of yours, chew the full scale of his misfortune. Now tell me which problem has he?
Advocate; today very early in the morning I heard my brother screaming, of course from his house. Out of anxiety I rushed there to find out what was happening. Jesus! What I so…..
Driver; what was it? Just say.
Monica; a man has nothing to fear just say.
Teacher; where is Austeen?
Austeen; I am here
Teacher; serve each of us chang’aa of fifty shillings, start with him (pointing at the advocate) give Monica, your mother a tumbler, that one of a hundred shillings.
Austeen ;( serving as he sings) how long will they ****,
              Our brothers, while we stand watching them,
                Redemption songs, Bob Marley! Sons of ghetto!
Sampaza; Austeen you are always not measuring my chang’aa to the money given, now look, does this grasshoppers spittle qualify to be chang’aa of fifty shillings?
Austeen; Sampaza, I told you my hands are not steady, they always shake whenever I am holding something.
Sampaza; (to Monica) I will bring a medicine man to give some manyasi to this son of yours, so that he stops shaking his hands like an epileptic.
Monica; Sampaza, you drink your chang’aa and to hell with your medicine-man. Let us listen to what happened to the brother of advocate.
Advocate; now, as I was saying I found my brother’s wife had swollen my brothers ***** to its base, the ***** was full deep in her mouth, my brother was screaming but the was dead silent ******* the *****, her teeth tightly gripping it at the same time.
All; laughing loudly
Teacher; Maybe it was oral ***, but not domestic violence
Monica; oral ***!?
Teacher; yes, it is possible
Advocate; but why was he crying?
Monica; because his wife was ******* his *****
Teacher; that is the case
Advocate; if at all it was pleasurable then why was my brother screaming?
Teacher;  maybe he was on ******* ecstasy, the same way a woman can be when you suckle or even ****** her *****.
Monica; but I can’t allow a man to suckle the eye of my breast.
Driver; even me, I can’t suckle my wife
Teacher; why?
Driver; even also, in my culture, one is not allowed to suckle a woman’s ****
Teacher; is that sexuology or culture?
Watchman ;( to driver) yes, answer that! Answer that question from teacher.
Monica; but it is only a foolish woman who can allow a man to suckle her *****, or if she can then she is not serious with that man.
Teacher; (to Monica) then which man do you like? Sampaza?
Monica; Me do love Sampaza?
Teacher; yes, Sampaza
Monica; this Sampaza, is always as miserable as a corpse in the grave without a coffin.
Advocate; you are as miserable as a corpse in the grave without a coffin.
Sampaza; I am not, I know am great
Teacher; yes, and capable to love the early woman like Monica.
Sampaza; (to Austeen) play for us some better music.
Austeen; which one mama? Which music can I play?
Monica; play for them Pamela Nkutha (sings) Nakula ebusi,
                  Nakula ewunwa, lalalaa! Lalalaa! Laaaa!
Austeen; Mama, that one we don’t have. Let me play for them Brenda *****.
Music; (playing) Songea nikubambe, songea nikubusu,
                          Nakupenda, nakubusu ehee monica eheee!
Austeen; Kula Ngoma; he who does not have chic let him embrace a stone (exits)
All; (dancing violently) Monica! Monica waaaaaaa!
Watchman; (dancing) Sampaza can you suckle the ***** of a woman?
Sampaza; ask driver that question.
Driver; I cannot suckle the ***** of my wife.
Teacher; I depend with nature of a woman you are in the bed with.
Watchman; correct , some women has fallen ******* like chapattis, but if a chic has ***** and pointed breast, I  can ****** and suckle her like nothing else in this world. I can even suckle her *******.
Teacher; by the way, ******* are the fountain of pleasure to a woman, when you suckle her she will just moan; Sampaza! Sampaza! Sampazaaaaa!
All; laugh raucously
Monica; these men are drunk.
Driver; no, they are now happy, pick one of them for yourself.
Monica; the man that I can love now must be having a death certificate.
Teacher; what does it mean? Me I thought you need a dark skinned man like Sampaza, you know the dark the skin of a man the greater the ****** pleasure ehee…
                       (Enters Njeri and Atieno)
Njeri; Monica, are you not aware that were are late for Chama? Look you are still *****, you have not even combed you hair.
Monica; Njeri come in why are rioting at the door, look at Atieno she is as miserable as usual.
Njeri; she was flogged by the husband.
Atieno; (to Njeri) you! Watch your mouths, I don’t have a husband.
All; laugh, (Njeri and Atieno sits).
Sampaza; look at this one (pointing to Njeri) can I give you some money so that you do me a favour.
Njeri; which favour?
Sampaza; of this…(Makes a sign of *** with his fist).
Njeri; I don’t sleep with chang’aa drunkards
Atieno; even me
Sampaza; (staggering, and then falling on Njeri’s laps) I want! Truly I want!
Advocate; Sampaza is drunk, let me take him home (pulls Sampaza).
Sampaza; (resisting, avoiding to be pulled out by advocate) leave me alone! You thief! You are an insurance thief! Who told you that you are an advocate? You are not! You want to steal my money. No, all these people are thieves, Monica is a big thief, and they want to steal my brother’s money!  Teacher! Come out of here! This is a den of pickpockets! They will still your wallet, come we go! Thieves! Thieves!
                        (Advocate pulls Sampaza out, as they both exit)
Driver; Sampaza does not have manners.
Njeri; Imagine he fell on my laps, what if my husband found him?
Monica; He would have now divorced you for eating rats.
Njeri; When I have not eaten any rat, it was only a drunkard supporting himself on my legs.
Atieno; he has spoken a lot of words.
Driver; and all the words were total lies.
Monica; no, whatever is in the inner heart of a sober man is always on the tongue of the drunkard man.
Teacher; to mean what? Anyway, forget about Sampaza.
Watchman; by the way
Rono; I am also off my senses, I am seeing each of you having seven heads, and the heads are a
JT Dayt Apr 2016
Magkaibigan
Naglolokohan
Nag-aasaran
Nagngingitian

Isang araw nag-yaya ng hindi inaasahan
Hindi tumigil sa text at tawagan

Kumain ng sabay
Nag-usap ng matagal

Bumiyahe ng magkahawak-kamay
Umakyat ng bundok at nakaalalay

Spoiled sa paghatid at pagsundo
Tambayan ang mcdo

Gusto laging magkasama
Ayaw humiwalay sa isa’t-isa

Ang oras ay kay bilis pag magkapiling
Ang araw ay kay tagal pag malayo ang isa sa atin  

Isang araw nagtanong at nagtaka
Ano bang meron sa ating dalawa?
Higit pa ito sa magkaibigan
Mukhang nahulog na ng tuluyan

Pebrero 28 itinakda natin ang “tayo”
Minarkahan na ang ating kalendaryo

Hindi inaasahan.
Ni hindi pumasok kailanman sa isipan,
Na ang dating magkaibigan at magkaasaran
Sa huli ay magkakatuluyan

Salamat sa mga hindi inaasahan.
Hindi kita inaasahan,
Pero higit ka pa sa inasahan ko.
BG Ibañez Jul 2014
I miss some memories of people, 8pms next to a ceiling of November stars and random yo momma jokes.
I miss pepperoni pizzas and orange sodas of a meeting the night before an Algebra exam.
I miss some people who move to the United States, back to Mindanao, away to Makati.
I miss not knowing of a graduation until we sing that batch song one last time.
I miss her under a Langka tree with a chuckle next to the height of my left shoulder. She was measuring my happiness in the little talks and ringing laughter.
I miss wiping her tears as I helped roll her bag across the rocky road to a bus.
I miss being under the wings of God when I first met him through lion puppets and singing prophets.
I miss biting through those chocolate chip cookies after successfully reciting John 3:16.
I miss eating until the tummy says “keep going” and the candy bar bag was always open.
I miss crying when my yaya leaves me everytime I go to kindergarten. This was every single time I get down the school bus.
I miss smiling for a family portrait next to the Christmas tree.
I miss riding across a river with my little brother in paper hats and a floormat boat
I miss walking across a field of santol buds. Ruby to my eyes and to others who pick them.
I miss my panda bear. I could always sew the eyes back on.
I miss being young
But I can’t miss growing up and moving on.
jonchius Sep 2015
entering year 2000
rewinding vhs tape
installing napster client
anticipating victorious gore
bursting dot-com bubble
blocking tomorrow's nostalgia
commemorating festival tragedy
examining supersonic concorde
watching election coverage
recounting inconvenient truths
puzzling interface design
booing nuc-u-lar president

rising black monolith
editing non-linear encyclopedia
feeling inaugurally bushed
reliving century's dawn
unchanging state flag
processing royal massacre
escaping insane asylum
sensing impending collapse
perusing city guide
collapsing contemporary structures
initiating quixotic peacekeeping
ignoring conscription threats

entering year 2002
reporting unfortunate pearl
relaxing shotgun porch
exploding roadside bombs
addressing thousand followers
hugging financial meltdown
writing resembling skylines
shocking archipelagic bursts
processing theatrical disaster
tightening homeland security

entering year 2003
proliferating elegant telegnosis
rejecting freedom fries
blazing wartime trails
toppling dictatorial statue
unfurling "mission accomplished"
handling continental blackout
ejecting coronal masses

entering year 2004
flashing multiple sobriquets
populating dorm-roomy website
high-grossing aramaic movie
generating tunnel vision
rushing national anthem
parading goth athletes
letting games begin
accepting soviet passports
continuing obscure flumadiddle
lunar-eclipsing world series
two-terming republican regime
declining personality cult
glowing orange revolution
eroding periglacial drumlins
inundating lacustrine basins
exciting geomorphological processes
enduring tumultuous tsunami

entering year 2005
blasting "galvanize" repeatedly
unforgiving cyclonic scenario
printing controversial drawing
sketching cartoon prophet
overturning hurricane alphabet
rigging medal count
preparing new horizons
rejecting flash sites

entering year 2006
setting plutonian destination
synchronizing new horizons
sighting stellar foison
maintaining feudal system
emerging microblogging service
reading ancient tweets
rotating golden statue
mounting social debt
protesting planetary demotion
forecasting catastrophic recession
executing "innocent" dictator

entering year 2007
declining share prices
building ruby railroad
lifting presidential term-limits
perpetuating oil-rich dictatorships
falling interstate bridge
slugging giant bonds
clothing blackwater mercenaries
disappearing internet personalities
unforgiving writers strike

entering year 2008
stealing variable thunders
relaxing domain names
letting games continue
exploding sunrise propane
requesting birth certificate
electing another suit
disappointing orthodox republicans
microblogging maximal meltdown

entering year 2009
inaugurating new president
encountering bear markets
cackling risible laughter
dying pop king
deleting neolithic internet

entering year 2010
collapsing presidential palace
prospering cinematic avatar
pronouncing eyjafjallajökull effortlessly
"kettling riot police
flaming cop cruiser"
blasting text-based vuvuzelas
leaking diplomatic cables
fading pre-twitter memories
self-immolating street vendor

entering year 2011
"enervating nine-point quake
propagating harbor wave
inundating nuclear plant
irradiating unclear fates"
raging mid-eastern spring
throwing body asea
locating trojan asteroid
penetrating financial throughfare
resonating oral amplifier
blazing verdant material

entering year 2012
rising chubby dictator
gentrifying weird twitter
exploding next month
intriguing "fake" passport
proliferating single-hued avatars
surging sandy cyclone
inhabiting alternate universe
manipulating another election
rigging people's ballots
perpetuating manipulated world
fulfilling megalomaniac urges
surviving previous apocalypse
surviving another baktun

entering year 2013
descending rogue meteor
encoding festival weekend
obfuscating's very own
approving snow den
searching yaya island
soaking wet veld

entering year 2014
missing plane geometry?
annexing peninsular territory
printing powdered medication
forecasting meteoric boomtime
prevailing monochromatic identity
avoiding aviation accidents
determining auspicious date
revising deactivation plans
reliving years 2000-2014
It is only a big fool that marries from a matriarchal family
And a heavy-weight duffer marrying from the matriarchal clan
There is always a poisonous cobra, mamba and adder in the matriarchal
Beauty. Snaring like calypso to thrash the callow ridden odyssey in the lover
As it went for the stooges in Kenya blind to the colubrine station falling in love
With daughters, spinsters, wenches, damsels and brunetes of matriarchal heritage
They were swallowed by the inherent colubrine queen at the bottom of matriarchy
It swallowed them all, lawyers, warriors, merchants, politicians, beggars, billionaires,
Lordships of top-notch corporations, gurus of research, legends of foot-ball, din magnates
Negroes, Asians, Britons, Teutonic, Luos, Mulmbe men, Mijikenda and all that had money,
Their kinsmen and tribes now grieve in a song,
Chanting the song of loss in my mother tongue;
Sialile papa!sialile papa! Sicha esirove!
Sialile yaya!sialile yaya! Sicha esirove!
Wanangali wa wabaseve,Niiye wamulile!
Emenyele buli abira! yakhaba mukisumu!
Ese beve! ese beve! ese beve!ese beve!

By-Alexander Opicho
(From Lodwar, Kenya)
Mail-opichoalexander@gmail.com
Zersrol Apr 2019
Mama is gone
Mama isn’t coming back
Ever again
Mama can’t be trusted to drive
Anymore

Mama is gone
And that will never change
She gonna stay gone no matter what
Even if I wanted to change it

Mama is gone
She is never coming back
Yaya still cries
Abuelo just forgets
And I tell them

Mama is gone
She is never coming back
Mama can’t be trusted to drive
She can’t turn back
On the straight road she drives on
She took too many lives before going
So Mama is gone
Abuelo just forgets
And I cry with Yaya
But I know
Mama is gone
She is never coming back
She doesn’t know how to turn
Even if she knew
She couldn’t turn back time
To be with us again

Mama is gone
I will never see her again
Until I am gone too
Mama is gone
And Yaya still cries
As Abuelo forgets
I will remain crying alone
As I know
Mama is gone
And she is never coming back
Even if she could turn
Time will never change for her
Until we meet again
But for now I will stay until
My time comes
For me
To be gone
Too
For now I made a song in the memory of my mother who has passed exactly four years ago ago beginning April 8. Which for me rn is tmr night so yeah I can’t wait for that since I’m going to have family over and remember the good times. I hope you enjoy, this poem isn’t a exact poem but a song but most of my poems are lyrical so I just went with this. GN ❤️
MAMA.IS.GONE
Calli Kirra Feb 2014
*******, punk isn't dead
Sora May 2013
O Yaya, I miss you.
I know I never enjoyed
our Sunday lunches with you
inside the dining room
not out in the sun.
You were old
I was young.
I never talked to you
unless I was forced
but I didn't know
how much I loved you.
Now you are gone
I miss our lunches,
the dining room is empty,
the chairs pushed in tight.
And the maid has left.
So have you
and I wish you'd come back
because I miss you.

-Kate Manthos
this was an example poem for a Poem of Address project.
So good I thought I should post it.
I DO NOT OWN THIS POEM. AL RIGHTS GO TO KATE MANTHOS.
Laura Duran Jan 2019
Two poems written by my great niece Layla for my sister (her grandma, whom she calls Yaya)  and me, whom she calls Lur.  
She wanted to use my real name and she sounded it out.  Lura is what she came up with.  I love her so much and when I read her poems my heart melted.  I told her I would share them and she got
so excited.  She wants her feed back so have at it.  fyi, she's 9 years
old going on 20!


For her Yaya....

Yourself

Awesome

You're the best

Awesome grandmother

and mine....

Loving

Unique

Radiant

Amazing story teller
I tell her stories of adventure and magic!  Epic tales where she is the hero and uses her many talents to save many imaginary worlds!
It all started ng maging adik ako sa ALDUB!! (the love team of Alden and Yaya  Dub) well, he is too! Kasi dun kami nagkakilala. Una pa comment-comment lang kami sa Eat Bulaga facebook page before. And this guy, there is something about him, (something that is so captivating) at parang hinahatak akong tingnan yung profile niya. Kasi ang galing niyang mag comment, yung POV niya yun ang nakakuha ng attention ko talaga!!

So I viewed his profile though i know its a fake account because it was named  blah, blah, blah!
It's just all about my feelings for the guy I like
Shamai Oct 2018
Children are lucky because they have
A Grandma and  a Grandmama
Nonna, Mhamó, Abuela, Bibi
Babcia, Giagiá, Avó, Oma

Nagymama, Mormor, or Kuku wahine
Are names of love for their Nan
O baachan, Babushka, Tutu, Halmeoni
Are certainly not names for a man

Ouma, Savta, Bubbi, Geema
Nai Nai, Nona, Gramms and more
Bomma, Mawmaw, Yaya, Nana
If I keep going you’ll think  I’m a bore

All names for their Grandma
The one they adore
That special someone
Who’s love to the core

She plays with them, cuddles, and keeps them all warm
She feeds them, she rears them takes over the chore
But all of this just to say, lest we forget
Grandmas are LOVE LOVE  LOVE and more
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2020
i love my cats to be... escque bookmarks...
sphinex worthwhile
to be willing to be dragged
into the grand yawn
of hell; we'd call death a leisure
activity: a golf whirlwind would
be: oops...
or that better performing:
punctuation marker;
******* break-in
woo a woke-bit-sigh trill R...
let's just forget it...
call it whatever lust is required...
that never ****-yard
and duck-quax... "limbo"...
this... aphrodite's ******* sterling...
which you towed as...
the name to buy...
Calibos née Thetis...
this name to borrow...
what is the meaning of life?
the "beatrice"...
to live a life that's also worth the meaning
behind one's name...
some would call it: baby...
some would rather...
claim... a ****** rifles' sniffing at an aim...
headshot and a brain hemorrhage
interlude: spine break...
the "guillotine" and the english hanging...
Calibos née Thetis!
leave me eating the teeth i would
otherwise use to chew!
i tend to forget that woman
is part of romance...
when... there's no longer
any ******* involved...
and only the rearing of children...
that there's a lady gaga...
because there's no billy joel...
and...
worship a snail for a wish
for a hard-on.
Laura Duran Sep 2020
Some times I catch myself smiling as I look at her.  
My sister, deep in concentration hardly notices.
She is no procrastinator!  If it needs doing, get it done.
That's my sister.  Loyal, smart, strong.  She is woman.
That's what a real woman looks like.
She is beautiful.  She is wise.  She takes no ****.
She has a silly side.  Some times her mind is in the gutter.
She makes me laugh.  She keeps me honest.
I would be lost without her.  She's my best friend.
Her daughters agree, she is an amazing mom.
She raised them alone.  She never puts herself first. Ever.
She is a wonderful Grandma too.  Yaya is what she's called.
No one beats her at anything.  Especially loving her family.
We get on her last nerve and still she takes care of us.
One day I know we will have to be apart.  For a while at least.
I dread that day.  I fear it.  Not because she won't be here to care for us, but because she won't be here.  She won't make me laugh or yell at me to move my body.  She won't be laying in her bed with the t.v on playing games on her phone ignoring the t.v but content with the background noise.  
She won't insist on sharing a room with me even if there is an extra room.  She says she'd miss me.  I love when she says that.  I feel special, loved.  
That's my sister.  I'm so lucky to have been blessed with her. I love her so much.  That's all I wanted to say.  Just wanted to tell any one that wants to know it, that there is a lady in this world that is amazing and wonderful and kind and smart and capable of anything she puts her mind into.  And I love her with all my heart.
just cause.
Safana Jul 2023
Matakin nasara hakuri.
matakin mutuwa kakari.
Matakin tauna hakori.
abin yin faskare ne gatari.
Kowa yana gudun hatsari.
Uwa da yaya sai bari bari.
Mara wanka kullum sai kari.
A cinye gona sai fari.
Yabanya Allah ya fishheki fari.
Safana Jun 23
Akwai sama a cikin sama
A can samaniya Allah ne sama
**** yake komai da ganin dama
**** ne makagin hagu da dama
Rana da wata, ya bar su alama
Mahaliccin halittu da dama
A cikin halittu na sa har da Adama
Daga Adamu ya yi yaya nasa masu kama
Wasu da kiba wasu kuma rama
Tabbas! Tsarki ya tabbata ga mai rahma
Nellie 55 Jan 2020
Dear siblings of mine,
I wish I was a better brother
Especially towards you viv
You've had it the worst
I always tried to take care of you forst
I've had nightmares about me hirting the hell out of you
**** man I hate myself for what i put you through
Man DJ I've hurt you too and for that I'm sorry
It'll be a bless to get forgiveness
I'm so caught up in agaony I ******* forgot how to be happy especially for others because I'm still selfish
Yaya I wish I could of been there
Especially when you'd call
**** man I'm the worst and all
I'm a bad brother
I wish I can accomplish **** to be better
I'm so disgusted with myself
Safana Nov 19
Ko ta yi yaya basa zaki
Ricki Oct 1
It was
The big blue bear,
The pipe cleaners,
Mrs. Sorenson's hair.
A bright goofy demeanor.
Saturday morning cartoons.
The painted eyes on my dolls.
The red butts of  baboons
Glass marble *****.
Fruit-flavored lip gloss
My water doodle mat
Happy Trees from Bob Ross
The Cheshire Cat
My love for books
Mom’s crafts
When Yaya would cook.
My sister’s laughs.
Wet spaghetti noodles
My Brother being a ****
Incoherent  doodles
It all became art

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