TIRED

By SHEM Godwins

It hurts to be human,

And I fear the jungle, perhaps it's fare

 I fear fellow humans, for They speak my language,

Riding on my strength,While aiming for my knee, 

Toiling to put me down, 

Soaking their heart in blood

Whenever I dress my face in awe.

Alas! I'm tired, lost a glimpse of who to trust

Tired of the friends,who like saints of fortune, 

Encourage me to toil and not quit 

When in silence, they fast and wish 

For my failures and disgrace.

Tired of the men of God

Who greatly negotiate and annoint

With deceptive portions of spiritual food

My fate and luck in His name

When their heart drains my only pot. 

See that legal mind, dressed in legal gown,

Defending my innocence and rights,

Exhausting his mouth and brain,

Manipulating my brain to dance for justice ,

To embrace and trust the process with might,

In his bid to feed his account. 

She calls me babe, in the name of love, 

Decorating my heart with romantic tunes, 

Sunbathing my body with ballads of affection, 

But still, has the courage to kill my dreams, 

Feeding my brain with thoughts of suicide, 

Making my life a hell of storm... 

Tired of them who call me brother ,

In the name of friendship and blood,

Radiating smiles to embrace my presence,

When in their world I'm just an alien,

Who deserves nothing but clouds of torment ,

For it fills their bouquets of merry.

 

Tired of seeing the good in people ,

Pleading and caressing them for equality,

Trying to force them to behave like humans,

When their humane is grossly darkened,

And all they want is a rain of venom,

To poison all and spare their greed,

Quench their thirst,to have it all. 

Tired of being the man of great heart,

When my heart is stuck in a glue of thorns,

Wailing, lamenting for a slice of peace. 

Tired of you who chant for change,

When all you do is suffocate the efforts,

Of warriors and knights who charge for change,

Dressing them in the fashion of your visions. 

 For feedback or comments, reach me through +254 (0)716 185 259.

Of Sponsors And Their Madness

A Piece for Sugar Daddies

I strut along Oginga Odinga Street

Looking for a lunch to quench my hunger

I meet this old man in town

Who thinks every pretty young girl in town

Is on the search for a sponsor

I hate talking about Sponsors

These dirty old men littering the towns

Looking for young pretty girls for warmth

In exchange of their otherwise pathetic money

Without knowing I prefer perfecting my kitchen skills

A hobby to impress my long time boyfriend

Alleluia!

A sponsor to me is a civilized sugar daddy

That shameless promiscuous 67-year old man

Who rears bulging potbelly leading a sorry life

This thing who is unhappily married to an ugly Turufena

Whose life swims in a mosaic of disappointments

And failures which promoted him to a vindictive man today

A combative man who grew up with a drunkard father

Who was never taught how to be a man

A little boy masquerading to be a daddy

No wonder he is a stupid old man with teenage behaviors

Battling with massive identity crisis!

An intellectually dysfunctional moron

Who spends his money on young ladies in town

Instead of paying school fees for his two lovely kids

Or buy a pair of heels for his ugly Turufena

Sponsors are the widely viewed "Walking Dead"

Who cares when tragedy befalls a sponsor?

Or when thugs looking for trouble trouble him at night?

Why should a married man drive home at wee hours of the night?

He may be accidentally shot by gun men

But who needs a dirty old man for a husband?

The world is better off without one good-for nothing bastard

No wonder some are killed by their greedy young pretty ladies in lodges!

THE LOST CASKET…

I got green eyes so they call me jealous
I have a quiet heart so they say am cold
They refuse reality and give me illusions
Hanging me on chandelier for them to see
That they dine on delicacies

They picture my negatives when they capture
To hang my portrait on their weak walls
That crumble and settle like dust
Ready to be blown away by wind
 Their hearts where they hate and love
I showed them love silently, but ears never heard

In the name of the sick cure exists
Like a crooked symphony, it is unclear
Like breath on glass, it is fading…
The rainbow and skies are no longer beautiful
The stars escape the night
And shine the light of day, to hide in it

I am lost so to be found
I am hated so to be loved
I am loved so to be hated
I am trusted so to betray
Like telepathy, I am only perceived
The lost casket, death will find
©Riddle Code

GUMZO LA MAKOMREDI

( Micro-komredi anatambaa juu ya kitanda. (Komredi-jinale machana anafungua mlango na kuingia huku mkononi amebeba vitabu)
Micro-komredi: Hahaha.... leo umehudhuria mhadhara...
Komredi: Umewahi nisikia nikisema kuwa sitahudhuria mhadhara.. Chuoni nilikuja kusoma bwana si kufanya masihara...
Micro-komredi: Eti wewe ulikuja kusoma? Nilikusikia siku ile ukimwambia rafiki yako sijui eeeeh...Omondi kuwa ulikuja chuoni kujivinjari..
Komredi: Chuoni tunajivinjari na kusoma...hayo yote ni mamoja...hujajua sheria ya makomredi?
Micro-komredi: aaah si ni ile nasikia mnasema eti "a comred is always right.." nilisikia mkisema siku moja. Ninapojificha godoroni huyasikia mazungumzo yenu..mbona hamjawahi kufanya maandamano eti tunawasumbua?
Komredi: Alaa! Wewe ndo' uliniharibia usingizi leo...
Micro-komredi: Ulidhani ukiwasha stima ningejificha...ni kweli nilijificha lakini sikuenda mbali. nilikuwa hapo tu karibu. Nilikusikia ukisema eti afadhali ungebook hostel H..
Komredi: Huko ni afadhali....
Micro-komredi: Huku mnalia, kule H makomredi wenzako wanaomboleza..
Komredi: Mtakomeshwa siku moja..mtanyunyuziwa dawa iliyo na sumu
Micro-komredi: zi, Wapi,hizo ni ahadi tu mlipewa kuwa tutanyunyuziwa sumu. Nilidhani umefahamu hali ya mambo chuoni Moi. Hiyo dawa itanunuliwa mwaka kesho na watasema imegharimu mamilioni. Wakati huo utakuwa umeondoka chuoni. Utakuwa huko nje ukila githeri ukisubiri ajira.Hehehe...Chuo kilicho na utofauti ati! Chuo chenye upekee!
Komredi: Wewe,usianze uchokozi!
Micro-komredi: Usinikasirikie yakhe! sisi sote ni makomredi hata kama mimi micro-komredi.... Sote huweza kusema "Riiah"
Komredi: Unajua kusema Riiah hata wewe?
Micro-komredi: Mie husikia tu mambo. Nilisikia mkisema hivyo wakati wa uchaguzi...mbona hao waliokuwa wakiwaambia "Riiah" hawajachukua hatua...Wako wapi hata salamu pekee hawawasalimu....mlijiita eti..We the people..."
Komredi: Nani alikuambia wametusahau,ngoja mgomo utokee utajua kuwa tuliwachagua kwa sababu...hatukuwachagua kwa kuchagua tu.
Micro-komredi: Elimu ya chuo kikuu haijakusaidia? "You have gone through the university but the university have not gone through you" nadhani umepevuka kimawazo? Hao viongozi wenu huwatumia ili wakapewe donge nono..wajinga ndo waliwao...
Komredi: Unaita makomredi wajinga..
Micro-komredi: Namaanisha kuwa upevu wa kimasomo wanao ila kwa masuala ya kawaida, hamna tofauti kati yao na walevi kijijini...
Komredi: Usitusi komredi bwana...ujinga wa makomredi u wapi bwana?
Micro-komredi: U kwenye uchaguzi hasa..wakati wa uchaguzi utawaona nje ya ukumbi wa students centre. Utawasikia wakiulizana makabila ya wale wanaogombea....Eti waunde miungano ya kisiasa,miungano ya kikabila.
Komredi: Tukome masihara sasa... mpenzi wangu akija hapa usimtaabishe sio?
Micro-komredi: Nitashirikiana nawe ukiniahidi jambo moja.
Komredi: Jambo lipi hilo! Nipo radhi. La mno uamue kujificha demu wangu akija hapa
Micro- komredi: Naomba unifunze kusema "riiah"
Komredi: utaweza kweli? Jitayarishe basi tuseme kwa pamoja..moja,mbili,tatu...
Micro-komredi na Komredi: Comraaaaaaaaaaades Riah!!!

UMBILE LAKO AULA

Ni dhahiri, uzuri wako ni dhahabu
Ni shahiri, kwangu wewe ni dhawabu
Si shari, wakitaka wengi penzi kuwatibu
Ni shwari, ukiwaeleza ninakumiliki.

Natazamia, siku ile utauchukua
Mkono wangu, unambie 'mekuchagua'
Na moyoni, kitendawili kakitegua
Hadi mwisho, kama wanandoa tutakua

Nashangaa, mbona mungu kakuumba
Kaamua, kakuleta kwetu Bungoma
Na halafu, kwa kunipenda ukaamba
Nimetambua, kwa ajili yangu uliumbwa

Nafurahia, nikikuona ukitembea
Na wako mwili, kiuchuzesha nakuselea
Nakukazia, macho yangu yakulowea
Nafahamu, unajua wanipendeza.

Mguu wako, kama mche umeviringika
Mikono yako, kama pamba melainika
Kiuno chako, kama tausi chapendeza
Amini Felly, nikikwambia nakhuyanza

Kifua nacho, kama miba kimesimama
Macho nayo, kama ua yanavutia
Midomo nayo, kama perememde yatamanisha
Amini Felly, urembo wako haulinganishwi

Ukiniona, tafadhali tabasamu
Ukiniota, tafadhali unisalimu
Ukinishika, tafadhali unibusu
Ninaamini, Felly wangu ananiyanza
            Ndakhuyanza sana!

SIKU YA SHANI

         

Na Dickson Matiabe

Watoto huimba
Kwenye hivyo vibarabara
Taratibu vilivyobeta
Kisha kuhadithana
Hadithi ya vile vidazi
Walivyokula asubuhi
"Esuguku"
Ndivyo wanavyoiita siku hii
Siku mpya ya shani

Leo Bosibori yumo njiani
Ili akamwazime Moraa unga
Ili akawapikie wanawe vidazi
Katika siku hii mpya
Ambapo watasahau unywaji uji
Kisha atamsimulia kule kisa
Cha mumewe kutoweka nyumbani
Na kisha kunyapia nyumbani
Usiku wa manane
Usiku wa kiza totoro

Kwenye hivyo vibarabara
Vinavyobeta taratibu
Wazee wa kesho watapita
Kwa yao mingi mikogo
Huku vicheko
Vya dhihaka kuvipasua
Wakiicheka ile kesho
Iliyojificha kwenye vilima vile
Waonayo yaja wala haiji
Huku wakizungumza
Lugha yao ya kishetani
Kisha katika Siku hii
Watakua wamesahau
Hadithi ya yule kinyonga
Aliyepita kitongijini
Na kuwatemea watu mate
Ila, jua magharibi
Taratibu linapotua
Navyo videge kurejea viotani
Watakuwa wameshaingia mtegoni

Kwenye hayo makutano ya njia
Wazee wa juzi watakutana
Na vijiredio vyao mkononi
Kisha Kwenye hivyo vijabali na vijiwe
Polepole watajilisi
Huku wakisalimiana
Kwa mikono yao dhaifu
Kisha watakumbushana
Nyakati zile awali
Nyakati zilizo tamu
Walipowakamata swara kwa mikono yao
Kisha wataulaani wakati
Wakati uliodinda kushikika
Na kisha baada ya kukikata kiu
Watajikokota vyumbani mwao
Na kuliacha likazidi kutawala.

KENYA'S LEADERSHIP: Corruption, Hypocrisy & Power

By M. Otuoro
MORE BY M. OTUORO

My motherland country,
Where I was granted free entry,
To be in but not for eternity,
And to share my mentality,
Without being given a penalty,
By those in automatic authority,
As they express their prosperity,
Over those in perplexed poverty.

A country owned by politicians,
And we as the citizens,
Are included in the future imaginations,
Of the majestic plans,R
Full of hypocrisy and fictions,
Since we have no relations,
The country is for all its dwellers,
But its properties for the leadership champions.


This country full of corruption,
Which improve from generation to generation,
Every effort to stop it leading to mental colonization,
Of anti corruption crusade organization,
To corruption as a profession,
Which all are willing to qualify in its occupation,
As they make new and forget the old reduction,
Not ready to receive corrupt redemption.


A country blinded by hypocrisy,
With no sincere leadership policy,
But rather governed by unprecedented emergency,
With no proper tendency,
Concerning the citizens desires,
Whom are volitional to be martyrs,
To the untrusted leadership promises,
Propelled to be created by political affiliations.


My motherland country of salvation,
Where Christianity reflects high concentration,
Condemning sins like corruption,
As leaders take much precaution,
Eager to put them in motion,
But this need a sacrificial devotion,
Mmm.... Subjects must help with this invention,
But its so sad!! None has the perfection.

MOI UNIVERSITY: abortion, Theft, Murder.....

By M. Otuoro

According to my minds' calculation,
This Campus currently needs a Godly direction,
The ongoing scenes of events are unthinkable revolution,
Let's all seek sincere redemption,
If not we will receive random automatic destruction.

She gave Birth to me and threw me away,
Complaining I will make her life weary,
Forgetting in future she will need me dearly,
Trust me then, her campus life will be history,
Because I will ensure to make her hoary marriage scary.

He cannot control the stealing habit,
Saying that he cannot tolerate his current state,
He wants more to himself and lack a lot,
And his mind once has decided brain cannot detect,
This is just another compus 'game' caused by devil's deceit.

He killed me for a girlfriend,
Whom none of us was aware of her mind,
He gave me no clear warning,
I would have prepare my fellows for mourning,
But don't panic when my blood is hunting.

Everyday has with it yet another error,
Blinding my believe of end of yesterday's horror,
I wish I could be a prophetess to prophecies tomorrows' terror,
Be careful and clever on what awaits you anytime Omera,
And should know that the world only demands a smart dealer.

I Am...

By GACHUHI Chris

I am the embrace of a clock without arms
I am the wild flower in the vase of intimacy
I am the loss of slavery to the lea of freedom
I am sated like a witch who dies for love
I am persistent like unwanted pregnancy

I am judged like lives of the dead
I am imprisoned like a secret
I am gossiped like immorality of a nun
I am feared like betrayal and revelation
I am their frustration of unrequited love

I am the tears of an angel
I am sought like an oracle
I am used like a weapon
I am defined like new vocabulary
I am unknown like the meaning of fairytales
I am prejudiced like the curse of royalty

I am afar like a speck in the horizon
I am studious like the pupil of those eyes
I am beautiful like art of your fantasy
I am beloved like a bosom of your lover
I am a heart like emotive of compassion

I am fulfilling like a reunion of soul mates
I am rich like wisdom
I am poor like riches and pride
I am the love beyond your perception
I am the dream you seek to dream
I am all you see me to be

I am the truth that honesty sees me
I am the company of loneliness
I am the rhythm of your symphony
I am the ever fading memory
That never ceases to rise
For I am immortal to those I have been shared
©Riddle Code

AL-SHABAAB TOKENI!!

Na: George Mwangi Maina.

Machozi yatiririka, kupukupu yanirowa

Huzuni kikombe tele, kenda zake mpenzi

Tangulia mwaka Jana, chuo kikuu Garissani

Bunduki kaonyeshewa, ikawa ndo mwisho wake

Alshabaab tukomeni!


N'likupenda kwa dhati,ya mtima wangu wote

Hakika sijadiriki, ndoo umepiga teke

Kwa nini uliniacha, ghafla we kipenzi

Simanzi na upweke,salio langu daima

Alshabaab tukomeni!


Hakika 'asali' yangu, huba zetu 'tazilinda

Sinayo nia nyengine, ya kutafuta mwengine

Japo umetangulia, niko nawe buriani

Dawa yangu ya penzi, kwaheri ya kuonana

Alshabaab tukomeni!


Huba zisizo kipimo, daima 'tazikumbuka

Kipenzi tulipatana, Garissa tukapendana

Tukafunga urafiki, Wa kudumu aushini

Tukaasi upwekee, nazo huba zikazidi

Alshabaab tukomeni!


Alshabaab wakaja, mtutu kakumaliza

Ulipojijajiisha, kutoasi dini yako

Bunduki kaonyeshewa, 'kafyatuliwa risasi

Kipenzi wasamehe, Jalali 'takuzawadi

Alshabaab tukomeni!


Wamwaga damu nyie, machozi mwaniletea

Mbona mkammaliza, tegemeo la aila

Mwaniletea ukiwa, na upweke wa daima

Kwaheri ya kuonana, mpenzi mwenye huba

 Alshabaab tukomeni!


Mamako akulilia, Alshabaab 'la'ni

Aprili tarehe mbili, 'tabakia kumbukizi

Uchungu ulipitia, wa mtutu kichwanii

Mpenzi ulikufa, sababu hamnaazo

Alshabaab tukomeni!


Hakika nimeghairi, sitopata mwengineo

Shanga mingi ulonipa, hifadhi la pendo letu

Taziliinda daima, ukumbusho wako kwangu

Dunia rangi rangire, hakika rangi rangire

Alshabaab tukomeni!


Naani kawadanganya, bikra sabini tapata

Mfikapo mbele zake, Jalali tawahukumu

Nyie wauaji insi, pamoja mtachomeka

Kwenu daima dawama, nyie wamwagaji damu


Alshabaab tukomeni!

INTERESTING WORLD

...born naked.....future never detected.....

By MOURINE Otuoro

We were all born naked,
The future never detected,
Earthly race has to be accepted,
Depending on the road you’re aligned,
And this road only has its Destination.

We were all born unaware,
The world has to make us aware,
On its ways of tranquility and terror,
And every road aligned owns its error,
To make this road perfect you have to Dare.

Some roads are aligned with richness,
This improves with generational genes,
Either with or without ones expectations,
But some roads are aligned with powderiness,
With no clear view of somebody’s Destination.

Those on powdery roads are victims of poverty,
 Their only hope depending on geared generosity,
But this world has no pure hoary honesty,
 They must measure against the world their mentality,
For them to be allowed to enjoy their own sempiternity.

The VIPs might be willing,
Business men are as well waiting,
Both parties must be ready to accept the offering,
Since the world only demand the power of exchanging,
Their only option is to accept or decline the rating of Destination.