THE REVELATION

A personality split in a three dimensional view,
Was crystal clear for all to see,
It's paradoxical nature intoxicating,
It's revelation surprising,
Who is she?
They wanted to know,
She who had so many shades to show.

The personality flaunted without fear,
It was finally free and wanted all to hear,
The tale of a long struggle,
Dulled by a life of trouble.

It was a complex personality,
So much like a rainbow on a rainy day,
Coloured in mystery,
Built with  immense intrigue.

This personality smelt greatness in the air,
The world was at it's feet for the taking,
With talents in hand for unlimited molding.

Who was she they had wanted to know,
Well, she was the next great thing that would happen to mankind,
With a personality bright and kind.

The unsatiables

With bands gold and bold,
The unsatiables,
Both green and old,
Stray unperturbed,
With hearts cold as death,
Forever taking,
Never ever giving.

The unsatiables roam the earth,
Free and uncaring.
They do as they please,
As any annual wind,
Blowing here and there, 
Sometimes hot,
Sometimes cold.

They have been North and South,
In oceans deep,
And ponds shallow,
Whispered breezes they couldn't keep,
Made a clear day weep.
Such huge appetites!

They seek young blood,
The fountain of youth,
Necessary to Iron out the wrinkles of lifelong ties,
Actions that result in bucketful lies,
What a shame,
To be so unsatiable and lame.

I THOUGHT OF LOVE

I thought of love in the wake of pouring showers,
Pounding on my shelter's head like voodoo drummers.
The beats awakened passion, want and forgiveness.
I was weak and soft,
So opened up like the clouds at the moment.
I saw love in God's light,
Patched rags warmer than any fur.

I thought of love bearing a needle and thread,
My heart in hand,
My head buried in sand.
My eyes  were soaked in a hate more than the stitches.
I saw love through man's sight,
An apple and a slimy serpent. 

Thinking of you...

Hey you there!
You who has made me bare,
My mind without a care,
Everyday, every time.
You has me playing out this dare,
A gamble of hearts and kings,
I'm thinking of you....

I let you in easy,
Smooth as nostalgic memories,
I see you clearly,
In my mind's field of view,
Constantly.
You who warms my heart,
Spurs me into a smile,
Bright enough to last a mile.
You who has sparked this fire,
I'm thinking about you...

It's difficult to let you go,
You who has my mind under a spell,
You has become a source of inspiration,
I always think of you.

I wish not to cause a scare,
My thoughts of you are all I can spare,
With you so far away from my charming flair.
Yet,
This fire you sparked,
Has a mighty glare,
Large enough to call you to me.
Would you then come to me oh dear one,
'Coz you are all I can think of?

A heart Vs a purse

Don't offer your heart,
A heart of love, dazzling with spark,
Instead,
Gift me with a purse,
A chic Chanel, dazzling with class.
Heart Vs purse,
Which one deserves a pass?

You carry life's baggage in your heart,
The scars of pain,
The joys of rain,
Which can hardly be told apart!
Why then would I pick a heart,
When the purse is so feather-like and new?

I would rather have the purse than the delicate heart,
Vulnerable to my human persona,
Brittle as glass.
I am such a clumsy klutz!
None worthy of your soft heart!

The purse is easy,
The heart makes me queasy.
The purse makes me look edgy,
The heart makes me feel weary.
The heart can betray,
The purse is always loyal,
Cosy,
A constant solace!

Give me a purse,
Lock the heart away,
In some place deep,
That even the gods cannot retrieve it.
I want not the heart,
Whether in bits,
Or in pieces whole.
Give me your wits,
Your time, your name,
Give me a purse,
But your heart you will not!

THE HEAVY HEART

The heart was heavy as lead,
Stiff as a corpse,
It could hardly bend.
It was distraught,
Sinking deep,
As would a man in sand during drought.
It sank and sank,
Seduced by gravity's pull,
Cheated by life's attractive lure.

This heart had never been to such depths,
A heart that thought itself strong,
Had never imagined it could travel such lengths.
It craved peace,
Even though it would come as a lease.
The depths were chilled,
Slates of ice coating it's hide,
Like it were an armoured shield.

The low temperatures slowed it's rhythm,
The angel of death smelt an incoming collection.
But no!
This heart was a die hard.
It fought with little strength,
It hang on at low depth,
With grim determination.

The heart was smart,
The heart remained grudgingly calm,
Another day was yet to come,
It had picked its card,
Praying that there would be heat,
A flame hot enough to rocket it back afloat,
For the highs and lows of life it realised,
Very much imitated the changing seasons!

Fake Kenyans

I looked around,
Everything so right and sound,
Borrowed and bound,
In a culture we found,
Never ours,
Never sound.

We have failed to see,
We have refused to be,
To be us,
Original in our tasks,
Firm in our believes,
True to what we are,
True to whom we are supposed to be.

Like the ancient Egyptians,
So we should emulate.
For why should a culture,
Dead and past,
Be so intriguing in modern times?
Why is it still mysterious?

The world in which we live bears strong influence,
The world in which we live bears little sense.
What happened to diversification?
Do we need total globalisation?
Most of all, what happened to originality?

I see two kinds of people,
Those who lead,
Those who follow.
Those who invent,
Those who use other's inventions.
Those who create,
Those who copy!

Dear Kenyans,
Can we be original?
Drop the fake English accents?
Create new recipes?
Create new dance moves?
Make our own movies?
Create inventions to solve our own problems?
Stick to our natural hair?
I believe it is time for an identity check.
A wildlife and marathon identity is not gonna cut it!