Crazy In Love

The darkness of love she felt,
So strong like a tight belt.
It was eating away at her soul,
So much like a mole,
Eats away at the flesh.
She wanted the light,
But she was too far gone in the dark,
Too taken, too smitten.
She was weak in love,
She was blind in love.
She had loved him as she had loved herself,
And now,
She was paying the price.

The love demon kept calling,
Her lonely heart kept going.
Was love not supposed to be a good thing? She wondered trudging on.
Yet,
What do they say about too much of a good thing?

The darkness beckoned her to a place,
Where she mused on something grave.
The cold is for the bold,
And she was bold, with a soul that was sold.
She could hurt herself, scrape the pain away with a blade like it were dirt.
She could take two pills or three, and silently teleport to a different place.
The truth was,
She was hurting,
And only a similar hurt could cure her!

Shairi Njoo

Shairi njoo, shairi njoo,
Mara nyingi kwangu mawazo yaja kwa Kiingereza, Kiswahili sasa nimeamua kujieleza.
Tangu nitoke skuli, Kiswahili niliweka kando,
Usidhani nikakidharau, La!
Mbali Kiingereza nikapenda.

Shairi njoo, Shairi njoo,
Utamu wa lugha umezidi, usifikiri Kiswahili sitamani,
Usidhani shairi siwezi tunga, usidhani la kusema siwezi pata.

Shairi njoo, shairi njoo,
Mapenzi, huzuni, dini, gani shairi nitaandika?
Mawazo ninayo, kalamu ninayo,
Lakini utajiri wa lugha kidogo umepungua, kamusi basi nitahitaji

Shairi njoo, shairi njoo,
Shairi ninayo, ngoja kidogo vitenzi nijikumbushe.
Methali pia niangalie, vitabu pia nisome.
Shairi laja, shairi laja,
Hivi punde!

Tall Fella

Hello there, tall fella.
Such a tall drink of water you are,
That if I had you, I should never be thirsty!
How sculptured! How tuned!
Like an acapella.
Such height, I could actually climb you! Such a delight you are to look at, like an ancient god, equivocal and intimidating!

Hey there, tall fella.
I strain my neck, to see the color of your eyes.
You make me feel like a child when you pass me by.
Oh, my!
How you momentarily offer shade,
When you pass me by!

Yo! Tall fella,
It must be a wonderful view from up there.
You probably hardly see me, down here.
This is fine, for your giraffe legs do intimidate me greatly,
Your athletic torso does make me catch my breath insanely.
I want you, but as a piece of art to possess.
I need you, but as a fantasy to pass a lonely day.
Tall fella, you are the kind of man I want, but naturally, do not want!

Only imagine the awkwardness;
How would we walk together in the streets?
Such an effort it would be to have a conversation if we meet!
How often I underestimate eye contact,
Until I meet a fella whose eyes are below the clouds!

I hereby shake off the 'tall, dark, and handsome fever.'
I hereby embrace a bit tall, chocolate, and handsome!

Who Am I?

I am a woman grown,
With hips wide, plenty of room for a growing foetus.
A bosom big, for a lover's head,
A heart large, with love for all humanity.
I am a woman strong,
With a soft core, vulnerable and weak.
With tears deep, a sea to drown earth's cares.
I am a woman strong,
I hurt, I fail, I never quit.
I am a woman strong,
For I have done wrong,
Twice, thrice, a dozen times,
I have loved my flaws,
I have freed myself,
Because,
I am a woman bold,
I hold my head up high,
I mold myself into a better person,
I never lie.
Honesty is my policy,
Decency is my code.

I am a woman selfless,
I give, give, and never stop giving.
I serve my husband, I serve my children, I serve society....
Yet, I never tire.
I blossom in selflessness.
I glow in submissiveness.
I give up my needs, I put my loved ones first.
I am a woman jealous,
I am bitter at another woman's success,
I compete to be the best mum, to have the best kids, to have the wealthiest man...
I am never contented!
I want to be, but this is my flaw,
A curse I never wanted.

I am not a woman feminist,
I accept the second place naturally given to women,
I accept to be submissive to a man who deserves it,
I accept to let him lead, to let him be the man,
I accept to nurse, raise my kids, cook, clean.....
I accept to be a woman, a helper, a giver of life.
I do not accept domestic violence,
I detest female genital mutilation,
I am against harassment of any kind to a woman.
I encourage a voice for all, fairness for all.
But,
The bonds of family are breaking,
The more women chase after equality,
The more responsibilities they get.
Remember,
A woman is the foundation of family,
And so,
If she is out handling other responsibilities,
The family will fall.
Equality is misleading, do you dig?
Men and women are different, do you dig?
But,
I am a woman of my own opinion,
I like the old fashioned way,
Simple, religious, clear as day.
Let those women with time to waste battle for equality,
While I, sit back and enjoy the love of family.

I am a woman bound,
To loyalty, trust, honesty,
The High Law.
I am a woman restless,
With dwindling patience,
Sometimes.

I am a woman lonely,
With secrets deep that can be shared not.
I am a woman broken,
With a hollow that has been left unfilled.

I am a woman intuitive,
I trust my gut, it never leads me astray.

I am this woman now, tomorrow I will be gray.
I bring the good into tomorrow,
The bad I leave behind.
Yet, some things, like my shadow, will forever be with me.

I am a woman mortal,
Who will I be,
When it's all over?

With my eyes closed....

With my eyes closed, happiness came unbidden.
Like the sun at the crack of dawn,
Warm and promising.

With my eyes closed,
I painted love in all its gladness,
Orange and yellow hues,
Warm and bold.

With my eyes closed,
Loneliness ceased.
I found warmth in companionship,
As a cub finds family in a pride.

With my eyes closed,
My tears flowed,
As a light rain falls while the sun shines on.

With my eyes closed,
I was in Eden;
In place of Eve, was me, the helper, to a handsome man,
With skin as dark as ebony.

With my eyes closed,
I saw a Ram and a Crab among the stars,
United forever.

With my eyes closed,
I was whole, complete,
Like a solved crossword puzzle.

With my eyes closed,
Dreams and reality were one,
As if I had been ferried to the future.

With my eyes closed,
Destiny was made clear,
Decisions were made here.

With my eyes closed,
I was love, I was loved.
I gave life.

Hope died…..

Hope died in my bed last night,
As I lay in a frightful dream,
Strangled and suffocated by bed linens,
Feeling my headache from afar,
Loving the sleep, hating the dream,
I could have risen, but in this film I was stuck,
For hours, or minutes, I know not,
With each changing frame, Hope died.
I thought it a premonition, then a warning, lastly a silly dream, either way, Hope had died

What a beautiful sad death it was!
Tucked in satin sheets with a soft pillow to lay my aching head,
A thick mattress to absorb my daytime fatigues, my worldly cares, and my physical needs.
If only it could have taken the dream away.
But dreams are placed in pillows,
By the fairy who lives yonder by the meadows,
And demystifies dreams to anyone who will listen.
And so my fate was written, the frames were set, the projector focused, and I watched jumbled images from my eerie subconscious unfold.

The first picture revealed that I had a secret,
Something I knew I should tell him, something that was bound to be a deal breaker.
I held the secret in my arms, a beautiful creature, a blessing from my maker.
It was a revelation too good to be true, yet very strange.
My recent dreams seldom appeared without a child, yet I knew no childbirth.
But dreams are dreams and dawn was still in Mother Earth’s womb.
So I swam in sadness, knowing that because of this child I would lose the one man I loved,
I dreaded the look on his face on receiving such news,
How torn and distraught he would be.
But did he not have a child with another woman?

The frames rapidly changed,
This time I was preparing for a wedding,
How I got here I knew not,
Looking at the groom I saw only a strange face and not the man I loved.
I was in a panic for my family was in a happy fuss.
What was going on I wondered?
I turned restlessly for nothing made sense.

Here, the frame changed again, to what I cannot tell,
I only remember waking up, shaken and guilty.
Was I hiding something?
Was I getting married?
Of course, the answers to these questions were in the negative.
It was a silly harmless dream after all!

But later today, I searched for Hope in everything only to find empty dreary places.
How painfully I searched, in my thoughts, my heart, even my phone!
Hope was gone, and I forlorn.
“I killed her,” I gasped abashed.
The one who made me build castles in the air, sing along to love songs, randomly Google wedding gowns, wonder what cravings I would get in the second trimester……………
Hope was gone, and with her, my happiness.
I settled back into my sober life, glad that I no longer had Hope to make me restless.
All I had were days ahead of me, to merely survive!

Secret lover

She took a step closer to the edge,
The cold distance calling to her,
Whispering intimately in her ear like a lover,
"I want you," she heard it coo. "I want you down here with me."
"No?" she whispered retreating,
Desperately grasping for some reality.
"Stay," the whisper ordered. "I know you want me."
"I do?"
"Yes, you secretly whisper my name,
You write my name, dream my name....what was that poem you wrote about me?"

Sheepishly she narrated from memory:

'I love you but you know not,
I mourn for you in my sleep,
For then I can feel your most intimate treasure in my depths,
But when I arise, I weep,
For I see you not, I know you not,
And you care not.'

"Yes, yes, that's the one  but there's more....
You wrote:
'I woke up sore, worn and torn; simply the work of my hands.
I had thought of my lover yester night,
Shortly after indulging in a song of ice and fire's lore.
I was suddenly loath."

"You know!" She murmured Intrigued.
She moved close again,
Eager, heart-racing, adrenaline rushing.
She closed her eyes, moved closer and the wind kissed her.
"I have loved you Elenore,
I only wanted you to come to me!"
A sigh was the only reply she could afford!

The net was cast,
The mast was raised,
Tears dropped ten floors down,
And her lover licked them away,
Greedily as a babe laps at its mother's milk.
Such beautiful yet very erotic words,
Could surely make any girl fall.