Gatungo

MY LOVE ONLY FOR YOU.

2010-11-29T01:30:00.000-08:00

Down the dangerously steep mountains
She powerfully gurgles down
Clear and powerfull
And ultimately
Into the sprawling Mwea Plains
And though out of the steep
Still deliver her intimate brand
Of current flow-power.

Sneaking silently around the curves
Bending towards her destiny
She now only whispers
A low murmur of liquid advice
"Please don't
Defile, misuse or pollute me
For I love you
Tha's why I came"

And I love to admire
The Immense beauty of her flow
Old yet powerful
Her steps gaily like a fairy
And her valley heavy with vegetation
A forest out of a scary fairy tale.

But I love to watch her
Slim body
Snaking to the direction of the slope
The dance of white foams in the current
As she churns her way to the coast
Releasing a cold radiation
A caressing chill
The beauty of her source
The snow-capped lofty mountains
I can only give my love to you
To you my darling
That can only be
River Nyamindi.

IT IS YOU.

2010-11-29T01:15:00.000-08:00

Who is this that he talks about?
Who has ran his mind fantasizing
This that makes him write
Passionate love poems
When he should be concentrating on his lessons
His classes have become second
After this angel that he speaks about.
Who is she?
It is you.

Why doesn't he tell us frankly,
Who she really is
She who he loves so
That it makes the others envious
Of such deep Love
From the bottom of a man's heart.
Blessed be you girl
That is, whoever you are.
But it is you.

Smile Girl with the Angelic face
And give all of us a show
Let us see whatg the poet says
How true it is
Smile dear smile and stop to pretend that you do not know
That it is you.

I call you Rainbow
But it is you daughter of the moon
You that compete for beauty with Venus
The godess of it all
Let the sun stop as a witness
Of how much I love you
And I will call out the Rainbow
Write on iit for the whole world to see
'My love belongs to you'
Yes you!

ON THE FIRST DAY I SAW YOU.

2010-11-29T01:05:00.000-08:00

My hair stood on end
And I strongly felt my pride bend
I was afraid you could hear
As my poor heart beat with fear
That I would not please you
That you would overlook me.

Walking in springy steps like a fairy
And wearing a smile that melt my heart
Met in a handshake
Felt the tender touch
I still couldn't out make
'Aren't you hugging me! Ouch!'
On that first day I saw you.

Hoped that the handshake
Will go above the elbow
Felt my mansion of desire going loose,
My submarine of hopes going afloat,
My dove of Love on the Shove,
On that first day I saw you My love.

THIEF MESSAGER.

2010-11-29T01:00:00.000-08:00

We sent him to represent us
And he obediently went
To represent himself
Never forgot us though
Remembered to turn back
To bite at the fingers that fed him
To kick us in the groin
As he filled his granary.
Time is up!
He hasn't passed our message.
He is cunningly back
Asking us to give him
Vouchers for his greed
Our votes.
Prove to me people
That something is between the ears
Send him away
This thief messager.

SCHOKO PRO.

2010-11-29T00:55:00.001-08:00

Scatter and throw
Seed to sow
Virtue to grow
Schoko pro
I love you so!

I MUST NOT!

2010-11-29T00:53:00.000-08:00

Preserve the culture I will
But not overlook the spear
Planted at the Entrance to my hut
Nor the owner in bed with my wife.
My daughter's joy will not be taken.
By the cut of an ancient knife
Should I sell out an incumbent generation
To an out-of-time tradition?
I must not!

TELL ME A STORY.

2010-11-29T00:51:00.000-08:00

I can't sit around the fire
To listen about the ogre
Who swallowed a whole village
The Hare and the Hyena
Because my forty years Grandma
Pursues her Masters degree.
Can you recall any Mama?
Your seven decade granny told
Of the times the Animals spoke
So I can tell it to my daughter
And charge her to pas it on
Speak life to the ailing heritage.
Please mama,
Tell me a Story.

BEFORE I SLEEP

2010-11-29T00:47:00.000-08:00

My eyes close up
Opening my mind to a misty world
With shadowy outlines welling up
From the shallow depths
Of the past day's events
Shaping the Mosaic of my imaginations
Into corresponding dreams
Standing guard
At the out post to my consciousness
Just before I sleep.

AT THE COUNTRYSIDE

2010-11-29T00:45:00.000-08:00

I got blow-out on my hair
Am at the countryside
A mixture of emotions
Envy, admiration, Hatred
And jeering too.

I got sunscreen on my face
That gives me
The unwelcomed company
Of confused glances
At the countryside.

I got a necklace on my neck
Glittering with life
Never puts it down even at sleep
This was made for ladies
Though written on it not
It's not manly
At the Countryside.

TEENAGE WOMAN.

2010-11-29T00:41:00.000-08:00

My two decades of existence
Keeps me glued to the classroom furniture
And the male comrades too
And not leaving behind the city lady.
The holidays argue out my freedom
And am let loose into the countryside
The Domicile of Origin.

This company that I need so
Of the human species xx
Looking for all but to naught
They all be teen mothers
Trampled roses, Imprisoned souls
I miss the beauty of the flowers
And the noise of Virgin laughter
Cruelly held away from me
By these a bit too early mothers.

Nothing seems to get better
For the Light-denied countrysiders.
Will a sight appear in the sky?
Or an angel drop from Heaven
To bring a huge handed message
To grab the fifteen years old woman
Back to the classroom
So that am not a grandfather
At thirty years of age.
Slacken your pace oh teenage woman!

UNNECESSARY NOISE.

2010-11-29T00:33:00.000-08:00

The music disappeared
Into the blues
Those soothing notes
The elixir to the soul
Devoured by a wordy Hulabaloo
The one that draws a rabble
In place of dancers
The maniacal drumming
A rhymy confusion
The one they call music
And I call it noise
Unnecesary noise.

CHURCH DEMON

2010-11-29T00:31:00.000-08:00

Sent away from the church
To keep her hipsters away
And that almost transparent dress
That terminates
Several inches above the knees.

Told that she was
A stumbling block to the male congregation
The pastor still in the brackets
Denying the chosen ones
The power of the Holy Spirit
And yet the Spirit of God was moving
Above the surface of the waters
When Adam and Eve were still naked.

Told she stirred the spirit of desire
The spaghetti blouse
Starting too early and ending too late
Cooking immorality in the society

Hungry men; say lustful
Evil Minded.
Yet they claim the Spirit reigns
Overcome by their selfish nature
A willing Spirit
But a weak flesh
They blame it on the Church lady
And I have never seen a bull-rape-and -murder
And never also seen
A dressed Freshian cow.

THE RED MONSTER

2010-11-29T00:22:00.000-08:00

I saw a very old woman out in the cold
There was rain
There was a hyena
Eager to take a piece of her
And she cried out feebly for help
And she was answered
Or rather she now had company
Of a red-eyed and horned monster.

It trampled on the only hope she had
The feeble voice
Muted like a zombie
And the beast
Coughed out a fire of destruction
Breathed immobility in her
Too eager but not quite able
To lick away her life as well.

Helpless, rejected and dejected too
Talk of desolation and poverty
Never again back to her land
Her only inheritance; and heritage too
The woman dies of hunger and disease
The monster wags its tail in joy
Then turns its back in her and leaves
Unburied, unattended, unmourned
For the beasts of the wilderness.

ILLEGAL GATEPASS.

2010-11-29T00:15:00.000-08:00

Before my tender lungs
Have known an inflow of breath
Or my eyes have seen
The beauty of the daylight
Before I have come to know
The taste of first-milk
And before My new skin received
Then caressing warmth of the sun
Mama,
You have handed me an illegal gatepass
Past the Birth canal.
Shattered my candid destiny
The president of the Land.
Flushed out your liberation
From the bondage of poverty
And the fangs of disease.

Eulogy for our girls

2010-11-29T00:08:00.000-08:00

I see a flash
A sight to behold
The work of an immortal sculptor
Walking straight in elegant pride
Worth of a princess of the sun
Firmly transfixed in her twelve
Moving into the emptiness of an Invalid society
Her innocence screaming
In an unchallenged clarity

And only twelve moons
The framework of her modelling salivates
Wolves in men
Who's been exposed to the virus
Emerging from the bushland of their desires
To seek their vengeance in a fanatical hatred
And poor me the Princess
With the sex Lunacy roaming the streets
Sanity of abstinence is the greatest challenge.

Swung from poverty to adolescence
A pendulum of fates
Hunger at home for the family
And her homestead a moonscape of desolation.
The two Hundred shilllings does the trick
She trades out her innocence
And virginity too- a girl's pride
And alongside the legal tender comes the virus
The minute Monster
Savouring a society of huge minds.

There is the tuberculosis
In a hospital ward
Full of undug graves and shrines unnamed
Drawn into the vaccum of her fate
Eyes wide open in dismal finalty
The princess
Lie in freeze frame of death
A pyramid of events
Moulded out of her last several terrible seconds
Lamentation for the society
A dull eulogy
For our girls.

Stanleyman: Days End.

2010-11-28T23:22:00.000-08:00

Stanleyman: Days End.: "I have seen the sunset Filling the western sky with Orange Fiery clouds escorting the sun Home Dispatching an Aura of golden rays Bidding fa..."

Stanleyman: The Village

2010-11-28T23:21:00.000-08:00

Stanleyman: The Village: "Cock-a-doodle doo Pigs snorting and grunt Bleat baa the Sheep Hidden In the trees squeak squirrels Gobble gobble gobbling turkeys Low oxens,..."

The Village

2010-09-04T02:46:00.000-07:00

Cock-a-doodle doo
Pigs snorting and grunt
Bleat baa the Sheep
Hidden In the trees squeak squirrels
Gobble gobble gobbling turkeys
Low oxens, Moo the cows
Hohi a hohhle hi
Bray donkeys so similar
Rolling on the red dirt
The village.

Swallow-tailed bee eater,
calling and singing
A green barbet; dark brown head
Answers the call
A red capped lark
Entertains the morning
An emerald spotted wood dove
Seated lonely somewhere
Cooes to the extravaganza
The village.

Days End.

2010-09-04T02:37:00.000-07:00

I have seen the sunset
Filling the western sky with Orange
Fiery clouds escorting the sun Home
Dispatching an Aura of golden rays
Bidding farewel the long shadows
Calling tired farmers back home
Inviting the host of the heavens.

I have seen rubies in the sky
Appearing one after another
An Invisible hand somewhere
Along the horizon unseen
Switching them on to light the earth.
Twinkle diamond twinkle
Red, Blue, Green twinkle.

I have seen a beaming face,
Peeping at me from the dark horizon,
Then shyly sailing high
Racing against the wispy clouds
To join the Radiance of her daughters
Smilling all the way to the constellations;
Blazing Beauties of the Night!