ACCOUNTS FROM THE WEEKEND THAT PASSED

You,

The guy with a personality of sorts,

Riding your posh Range Rover Sports,

Feeling high,

Like Saul.

Me,

David,

And I am not playing a harp,

Instead,

I am playing your words in my mind.

It is clear,

To me and the motorist at your rear,

That you are a King,

With blinding gold bling,

And a leather throne to match.

I feel numb,

I have turned dumb.

I feel like a lamb,

Comfortably seated in the lion’s den

Too caught up in the powerful allure to run.

I sit on the fence,

While he goes on and on about his feelings for me, what he does, who he knows……

“Men!”

I sigh inwardly while holding back.

Truly, the man sounds shallow,

But for his deep pockets.

Still, the latter makes up for his deficiencies,

The reason that I tolerate his babblings.

With the help of stiff whiskey,

I gather some peace letting myself go.

Now that we are both high,

I find his jokes quite appealing,

I find him less intimidating,

He begins to sound kinda real,

Again, I let myself go some more

Time crawls by,

Each moment more fun than the previous.

Time mocks me,

Time is sly,

“Have as much fun as you can for this will not last,” I hear it say.

I know this too, so I go ahead and call him boo.

He is as generous as he is mysterious,

He praises me yet I wonder if he will call back.

I put my gifts in a rather large sack,

My heart and my expectations as well.

I kiss him goodbye,

He whispers his lies,

I smile back knowingly.

I hear him speed away.

There goes my luck!

Loony on the loose

It was not so much the stink that made them run away,
But rather the grave calm written on his face, as plain as day.
This face, though calm bore no grace,
It was neither right nor bright,
It triggered fear in many a mans' hearts,
A fear fierce and firm.
"No man could be this calm," they whispered, "and not be about to cause great harm."

The dread in their eyes triggered the madness in his,
Those once walking scurried for their lives,
And like a magician revealing a bouquet of flowers from his sleeve,
The mad man revealed a machete that shone from the sun's light.
The air previously fresh and full of mirth,
Now stank with fear and a grisly blood bath.

Now,
This mad man, dressed in rags, drenched in blood,
Let out a hollow cry so chilling that the dead people stirred in their deep sleep.
The madness in his eyes was lost,
The strength in his arm,  numb. 
He sat down on the red street to weep,
Barely aware of the crowd staring from the street side confused.

Police sirens shook him from his self pity,
While he stood, the crowd backed away,
And he saw them, for the first time, not as people who had what he lacked,
But as human beings with their varying problems that troubled.
"What have I done?" He asked himself.
He dropped his weapon,
Suddenly panicking, whispering maddeningly.
Stumbling drunkeningly towards moving traffic,
He cried his apologies.

As swiftly as he had put the innocent to sleep,
This man met his fate the same way,
Carrying with him guilt heavier than his penury.

Late night beep

Silence gripped her like a vice,
But for the soft breathing of one greatly beloved and the debate playing out on her disturbed mind.
"Sleep woman" one voice said. "Your man is still your man. "
"No! You surely saw a rather suspicious text. You need to find out what it is, " the devil countered.
She almost said shut up before catching herself.
How crazy she must look, she thought.

A sudden chill brought goosepimples to her skin,
Yet, she was more scared than cold.
Her denial kept her from being bold.
Oh how she wished she were blind,
Wished she had just seen it all wrong.

Time ticked away soothingly beside her bed,
Making her restless.
"This is utter foolishness, " the sensible voice whispered.
She looked at him,
Lying there harmless
as would an infant,
And guilt flooded her bridging the previous distant.
In this dark dreaming night,
It seemed that he could do no wrong.

Still,
The suspicion lingered,
The voices whispered.
What good would it do she wondered,
To go snooping about the phone of her beloved?

What once seemed like a sober mission,
Now looked silly and her years surpassed it,
Certain on the deserving decision,
She closed her eyes letting go of her suspicion.

Memories etched deep
were spinning into dreams,
When a beeping sound startled her awake.
Led by pure guts,
She walked around and grabbed the phone,
Trembling that her heart almost broke at the seams.
In her hands was something distinct,
As curvaceous as it had been suspicious.
"The devil be damned!" She cursed aloud.
The truth could not have been more naked.

ANGRY GUY ON A BUS

Now,
I was on a bus the other day,  Listening to an angry passenger say, Rather condemn,
The amazing levels of graft,
In the judiciary, national assembly, the executive, the counties....
Really,
The guy was angry
Infuriated,
Pissed off!
Honestly,
I couldn't help but chuckle. 

Have you ever been in a situation,
So crappy and lousy,
That you laughed, laughed, laughed.....

See,
I could have joined the man in his angry discussion,
As had a few other passengers,
But I had been there,
I had cared,
Then disappointed,
Eventually,
I got injured.
Why go crazy over something I had such little control over?
I wondered.

I'm sure most of us,
Concerned citizens of a drowning nation,
Have very often been through this cycle:
Cursing and anger,
A don't care attitude,
Then you went back to caring,
Decided you would be involved in more keen voting,
Then 'mheshimiwa' still disappoints, Anger results....
Seriously,
We might all end up in a psychotic breakdown!

We are all in a dilemma,
Finding ways to fight this graft that has become an enigma.
We have a cultural trend people,
So deep are it's roots,
That we might have to go back to the 60's to solve it!
It is the enemy,
The two-faced devil,
That can get to you rags,
Or fly you to the top of the social class.
I know we all want to board that flight,
But can we do it through sticking to what is right?

Anger is good,
It fuels change.
We need people so much like the guy on the bus,
Confident in voicing their frustration,
Not afraid to be on the opposition. 

Dear citizens,
Can we have a trending  #saynotocorruption?
Can we all play a part,
In fighting graft?