TERESA

TERESA

Like Kenya running on M-pesa, my heart runs on you Teresa

you came to me when my heart need some love, I guess you are the modern day mother Teresa

although school was not your thing, in love you are a professor 

you give it to me like no other, and for sure umeniweza.

For sure you are beautiful, and like coke you give me a billion reasons to believe

whenever i see you i hold my breath,  you are the reason i live

if your love was a pit of death,  i swear i would dive

your beauty outshines the angels, no wonder wanakuonea wivu 

Si ati na-dis Safaricom, but you are the better option

thou i wonna work for NACADA, you will always be my addiction

if love was a crime may your heart be my prison
coz i wonna rest on your arms yaani toka morning hadi jioni

MISS Kenya

MISS Kenya

she is one in a billion coz a million is not on her level

no word can describe her coz she puts me above the see level
i even don't know what to call her coz beautiful is her first name
in beauty she got no competation she is a couch in the game.

she don't make headlines she is the headline
when she moves she makes everything stop like she is a deadline
she is sweet when I got no stew with her wonna dine
coz every thing she got is so divine.

FINALLY...

Desperate, the only word that could define her

on her face she had no makeup,  but those disgusting bruises

with each bruise competing to give its story.

the one on the left cheek, shouted than that on her right hip

the one on the forehead would sure make the headlines

telling the story of her and her cruel life.

Her friend envied her, she was a friend to the teacher

she gave him her consent, coz she thought he was richer

after all was done, he turned out to be a cheater

coz experience proved to her, ''am better than your teacher.''

Her belly started protruding, nine months later she was a mother

her father disowned her, he could not live with two mothers

she was sad but happy to be free

ready to carry the title, THE FREE PRISONER.

Day one was bad,but day three and four, became worse

she had a kid to look after but in her mind she knew

she was not a qualified nurse...

''i wish i knew, i wish i knew'' that was the chorus

of her new song coz life to her was too tragic

making her broke to afford some hope.

Of all people, death knocked at her door post

and as we are talking now her child is gone

she has nothing left, but options in her head;

make an early exit from her cursed world

or become a lady of the night.

She wishes she choose the first option

because the second has make her a walking corpse

she encounter with those beasts clad in man's skin is disheartening

the last one tried to break her heart, not knowing already it was in pieces.

This is her fifth abortion that came with a secret

 that only her and her doctor knows; she is positive...

she can cry no more, her tear glands are dry

this explains why her favorite movie is, 'A THOUSAND WAYS TO DIE'.

She jumps in-front of a speeding vehicle and waits for the worst

she opens her eyes to find herself on the floor

with her mother telling her she was late for school

and FINALLY she realizes it was just a dream.

AM THE HIGH-PRIEST OF POETRY

Studies indicate am the best poet

i don't keep dogs or cats poetry is my pet

you cant beat me on ballads and sonnets that i can bet

 coz during my walks i have seen none to beat me yet.

When am writing a poem i feel like i have fought the devil and won

thats why in this art am the chosen one

if poetry is a family am the head of the clan

and coz poetry is my world there i run.

I don't

need a crown in poetry to prove am king

because even if you are stubborn am sure when reading this you are keen

mine are simple poems but they pierce like a pin

they pierce so deep making failing to read them a sin

PERFECTION

She is too original, like a product from my mind

she is too sexy, she is a crone to beauty

she is too perfect, like a shadow to beauty

she is the point of view, other ladies are opinions.

She is number on to six, her next is number seven 

models look up to her, she is an SI unit

she is cool than a breeze, beauty is what she sneezes

she has no blemish, she is perfect just like an imagination.

Her tears are expensive, they form the holy water

her saliva is sweet, like Coca-cola it gives me billion reasons to believe in her

her kiss is ... i have no definition

she is a cool feeling, sweeter than sex.

CHEATING IS MY CALLING

Man is to error, woman to a mistake

men feast,women just taste

I don't love her, I think I got lust

but as they say, you can get love at lust

She thinks I live in heaven, but am a neighbour to hell

she says my swag is cool, she

don't know my days are numbered

I told her am romantic, but was tale

she thinks am her foundation, she is truly standing on a shell

Am sorry for her, cheating is my calling

I text my next girl, when she is snoring

when she grow up she want her finger to have my ring

she thinks she is my queen, but I have never been her king

She is hot but her girl friend is hotter

everyday I dream, moulding her like a potter

am through with her friend, I think I saw her cousin

she is not my kind, but in her I want to pop in

Her cousin now, just called me darling

I am about to mix her, let me take off my ring

I think she is sweet, I need to pull up

but here comes another beauty,eish! just hold up

I have a golden boot, am a super player

caution to all ladies, am a real slayer

but am always fair, to them I say a prayer

before their hidden treasure, with me they can share

THE PASSION OF CHRIST

Just like the passionate story of Christ there exists 

a passionate story that only my heart can tell 

it brings an undefined feeling derived from the core of my heart

and my heart says i should call it (PATRIFICATION)

after its wonderful creator.

Its the amazing feeling that transforms me

into the modern day Judas

and leaves me with no option

but to betray my feelings to her and

at the same time accept that she is 'missable' 

hoping she will accept my confessions
and like the roman soldiers she will be loyal

and give me 30 minutes of her precious time in exchange.

In my fantasies i wish she was the betrayer because like Judas

she would have done it with a kiss;

mmh!it would have felt but reality purely hurts

and at the same time heals because she is found here

When i visualize Christ on the cross

innocently crucified for our salvation 

i practically keep my innocent fingers crossed

hoping to get salvation for my heart 

this Friday and more that are to come

and hope its safe to say nimekukufia 

and let us call it good Friday