Jirani kalazimishwaKashikwa kinywa kwa fosi kapanuliwaPilipili kali katiliwaMeza usiteme! KashurutishwaHii ni halua meza, kimasomaso kahadaiwaMbona nisile nikitakacho? Auliza jiraniKwa nini nile uamuacho? AemewaJirani alia, taabani kajipataMachozi yamtiririka ja maji mferejini
Tag: Poetry
Beware of the Fowler’s Snare
Beware of the trap
The fowler’s cruel snare
Woven with guile to bind the lost
Farewell to a Democratic Icon, Raila Odinga
A tree has fallen. The rumble of its fall reverberates through all of Kenya, echoes throughout Africa! The crush of its fall has flattened hearts with heartbreak! An ancient tree is fallen!
Taming the Flame
Better to dine in patience with the One,
than to feast in haste with the many.
The Moon and Ocean: A Poetic Dialogue
My first journey to Mombasa was, partly, almost a joke. It was serious business – I was going to represent the UoN in the National Music Festivals – but there was a lot of fun and play too. Years later when I reflected on the trip, I realized that it presented me with a wealth of wisdom. Part of that arose from my observation of nature during the journey and my stay at the coastal city. Enjoy this poem that came from my consideration of the moon and the ocean.
Hope, the Inward Anchor and Freedom, the Outward Horizon
Hope and freedom are among the most enduring human values, shaping how individuals persevere through difficulty and how they imagine the possibilities before them. In literature, these values are often portrayed not as abstract ideals but as lived experiences captured in image and metaphor. Through the constancy of hope within the soul, Emily Dickinson in…
Be Gone, Winter!
Outward bound
I saw you limping
I was glad
To bid you farewell
Your frigidity for months
Forced layers upon layers on me
Still, you linger
You keep turning back
As if you forgot something important
Be gone, winter
Overstay your welcome no longer
Serendipity in Nairobi
On a chilly September night,
In a rather quiet corner of Nairobi,
On the second floor of Kimberly,
A girl with a smile so radiant,
Walked into a room…
On Silent Longing
You used to like a girl,
And there she sits now—
a perfect relic you mock yourself for keeping.
How absurd, this shrine of silence,
Did she ever notice your shadow?
Encased in Black
Black
All black
Black on black
Pitapatting shoes, black
Wide wavily pants, black
Puffy hugging jacket, black
Curly flowing hair in a knot, black
Big head-cuddling earphones, black
Dazzling from within the black
Her delicate whiteness is encased in black
The Caged Bird Sings 