Sovereignty of the people

Never has a leader,
Appointed or elected,
Exhibited such exquisite selflessness,
Displayed divine humility,
Demonstrated undisputable credibility,
Paraded distinctive power,
As did our dashing president,
On that breath holding hour.

"To protect the sovereignty of the Kenyan Republic, " he said,
Was the respect the Kenyan people were paid.
He literally glamorised what perhaps is a rocky situation,
However,
Hasn't every cloud got a silver lining?

Now,
the tables have unprecedentedly turned,
The blind haters have duly burned!
He bowed like the servant he is,
We take off our hats for his great act,
For what is power but a give and give situation?

What then is this sovereignty,
Popularised in a speech momentarily?
Is it talked of so rarely,
That we struggle so desperately,
To comprehend?
I say the leaders have failed,
To assume the respect they owe to those they were elected by.

Hence,
That was the lesson I drew,
From what the experts featured in the news,
Greatly assumed.
For at a very recent time,
History was jotted down,
When the teacher made publicly known,
That objectivity supersedes subjectivity,
That the profoundness of leadership lies in omitting individualism
And that it is therefore a concept leaders should often mind!

The monstrous divide

The divide across a nation,
should be considered with delicate caution,
For a bottom heavy economy,
Pulls down the massively wealthy,
Consequently cripples a brainy population,
Slows down the pace of what should be an energetic development,
It is a venomous disease I say!
An epidemic in full throttle motion.

We, the people infected with dependency on a fertile soil,
Fail to see the opportunity the North could provide.
Why are we so shortsighted in our thinking capacities,
That we spoil,
The gold mine sitting on a sandy bed
Yet, we can push investment in that direction?

We see and assume,
Those who live in sacks and shacks,
Afraid to unearth the dirt that smears their lives,
For its heavy and soaked with stink
But to bridge that divide,
We have to amass ourselves in that same dirt,
and remove the deprived from the gigantic death sink.

To climb the ladder drafted in the Vision 2030,
The monster has to be gunned down before it mutates to uncontrollable rates.
The three pillars got to be explored exhaustively,
Pull out the weed through an affirmative action.

For have we not amongst us fellows who know not how to read?
Don't we know of people who have no exposure to neither information nor urbanisation?
Do we not see victims of traditional slavery everyday living slow uneventful lives?
The truth is clear
We don't realise the vastness of this divide
Until we open our minds.

Like we bring the harvest of a crop together,
So have we to do with this population
Balance that scale,
Trim the lead-like tail,
Only then I say,
Can we kill the enemy,
And traverse to the greener side!

AWOL

How dare you make your leave without a word
So abrupt that I had to hear it from passersby?
I'm I not your closest friend,
That you have to shame me so distatefully?
Tell me the reason for your rashness,
For I am but lost for words.

Aren't you an old fool,
So feeble and selfish!
Do I not have a say?
Should I have to pay
For your reckless actions?
Pooh!
Excuse my candor,
But you deserve a spanking!

I look like a fool,
Dialling you for a share of booze,
Only to recall,
That you no longer are.
Oh! If only you had passed the word,
Face to face
Like the man you are,
I wouldn't have to look like a clown.

Who dares walk away from the indulgence of svelte damsels,
Liver eroding liquor but you?
I hardly knew you suffer from amnesia,
For I remember you loved a good time.

I feel sorry for you,
Sympathise with me
You are but a mime
Lifeless, chalk
I am but a zombie
Pinting, drowning
Somebody shoot me!

You play mind blowing pranks friend, But this has got me at a losing end,
I have caved at your slyness,
You have broken me in your demise.
Tears know no man
I detest you for what I have become

Forgive me for being shallow,
You had the creativity I lacked,
The words you wanna hear I can't help but swallow,
Oh what a shame!
But I know you cannot blame.

Earth's daughter

When I was a child,
Curious in my ways,
I climbed trees,
Let the wind sing in my hair,
I giggled silly,
I was wild, unafraid
Earth's daughter.

I was wary not,
Clueless to how others perceived me,
I walked as I liked,
Skipping on my tiny feet,
Swinging imaginary hips,
I was carefree, kamikaze
Earth's daughter.

Now,
Repressed by responsibilities,
Governed by boundaries,
No longer regarded with innocence,
I replace wildness with wariness,
I polish the very impression that defines me
The earth is a harsh judge
And I am but my mother's daughter.

October

In my chamber I lay,
Lazily tucked between purple floral sheets,
Marsha sits soundless by my side,
Always the faithful stuffed dog.
She is donned,
In her favourite knit green sweater.
Through the window,
The rain is falling
The glass misting,
Inside,
I am dreaming of a poem

Changing times

I see not the reason why,
Y'all so bitter and cry weary,
While the sun is so bright and caring,
When the realm of change has landed oh so dearly.
All you thomases,
Visually impaired by your stunted pessimist minds
The wind blowing against the fairy's wagon
I admonish you,
May hell's wrath drown you to nothingness!

We are at war,
Minus the machetes and smoking canons,
We fight by mind,
The public opinion determines an overall victory
Individual perception dictates one's survival.
There is a revolution,
And the losers are naive of their shackled sight.

We were born to thrive,
Regardless of the hardships we survive
Wrong or right,
We march towards the throne.
For what have we not to stop our marching song
But for the yapping tongues never wary of their wailing and whining?
I say we slash those tongues and stash their heads with a 6th sense!
Then we can move forward to a fabulous conquest

The strategy we work on step by step,
Is void of the politics that maims a prosperous economy,
We, the people with great open minds,
Don't give a damn to the politicising of the development that is deprived of society.

We care not for the pesa mashinani and okoa Kenya,
Or the disease eating away at our pathetic example of leaders,
The marching parade is for the change oriented,
We play our role rightfully,
Sing the song unitedly.
Regardless of the usual shenanigans,
We shall get there.

The symbolism that is the Kwale man,
Reflects the common mwanainchi's feelings.
The tide has shifted people,
And dare you not miss it!

House of worship?

Strong in its architecture,
Attractive in its stature was the evidence of a colonised statedom.
And as thousands of the faithful crammed the entrance,
I was left but amused at the desire to get divine grace,
Some more genuine than others.

I thought back in history,
Of days when nature was sacred
The creator was believed to reside in the forests and mountains,
And they were right in believing this,
For what inspires the soul more than the tranquillity of birds singing?
The photographic view of an amazing landscape?
The scent of indigenous trees moving to the wind's rhythm?

The slavery that comes with defying roots,
The ghost that haunts our souls.
For what is a house of God but a distraction from the outside life?
Think of the way bodies are packed close into personal space,
Women who parade both boob and butt cleavage shamelessly as if it were a race
Noisy kids throwing tantrums and playing unable to keep up with the grown ups pace
And when the preacher talks of putting words into action,
He is talking to an already sunken ship!

This is the character of the places of worship,
A buzz of unnecessary activities,
From fashion parades to markets,
Concert halls to political battle fields
The simple concept of worshipping has been thrown out of the window.

I remember the few times I drew pleasure from prayer
I was in a room with nothing but my soul to bare,
It was quiet,
The tranquil which lifted me closer to the heavens,
I felt Him in me
I prayed, I thought
At that moment,
life was more attractive
I knew peace.

With the dynamism the houses of worship have adapted,
So does the reason for attendance vary,
Some look for entertainment, others for partners
A few are just following routine.
However,
If you crave for something deeper,
The grace that comes from above,
You should consider visiting a 'mugumo' tree!