The Choreography of Words

African Woman

2015-01-20T09:01:00.000-08:00

Naomi Wachira- @Imanafricangirl

African Woman...

Is a daughter, a mama, a grand-ma.

She is the Epitome of sacrifice and the Oasis of Life.

African Woman...

She is a mentor, a teacher and a homemaker.

She aptly conjugates purpose, wisdom and Love in her speech/songs.

African Woman...

Is a friend, a mum and a wife.

She Loves unconditionally.

With simple gestures she gives meaning to Life.

In fine harmony her songs are food for the soul.

Her soft voice is sweet intoxication.

African Woman...

Is a caretaker, a servant and a Cup-bearer.

She fills the barn with good tidings.

The world marvels at her hard-work.

Her pot feels our belly with sumptuous cuisines

Pro. Wangari Muta Maathai

African Woman...

Is like well cut Diamond, her beauty sparks the World.

She is far more beautiful than the Universe.

Her curves, edges and hills inspire Aesthetics.

The Fountain of beauty bubbles from inside her.

Her skin is dark like black gold.

Her spirit is pure and a becon of home.

She lights our world with her laughter.

Her speech is profound and her thoughts are insightful.

African Woman...

Is the pillar of our Heritage.

With care she molds our world and preserves our culture.

Sister, Mama, grandma you are a daughter of Africa.

A true African Woman!!!

The Flipside

2012-12-11T01:30:00.000-08:00

Its when you become numb that pain feels like a prick!

Its when you gain your patience that you stop the chasing and wait to be chased.

Its only when your pencil breaks that you imagine your drawings.

Its when you love deeply but its not reciprocated in the same portion,
that you feel love is never fair; its just a feeling.

Its when your tears dry up that you let it go.
Its when the clouds become heavy that umbrellas get an appreciation.
Its when you begin to dance that the beat settles in.
Its when darkness fills your space that you appreciate light.
Its when you become sick that you appreciate good health.

You know that second that you look back and doubt …what you saw!!!

And there is that moment that you smile and give thanks for what is, was and is to come.
The flip side of life is both a reality and a mirage….
We all experience everything, then make a choice.

Baby steps...Now two years!

2012-11-02T01:00:00.000-07:00

It’s been two years since we started this pilgrimage.

We pledged our lives to true love.

To nurture and care for that small flickering flame wallowing in us.

Now my love wears a silver ring with an obsidian setting;

As a sign of my commitment!

Today I celebrate Mine-own-self better half.

My Number-one and only super-love!!!
I Love you, sana sana!!

This World

2012-09-28T01:00:00.000-07:00

This world!!

This world speaks of many things!!

At the corner I stare and listen.

They speak of fun, merry and party.

With hands up they dance and party.

“Get a life," they shout at me.

In dimly lit floors acts are done.

Music becomes instrumental in the pursuit of earthly pleasure.

Dance-hall, reggae, rock and riddim influence the mass.

This world!!

This world whispers many things.

In the dark alley I stare and listen.

“F*** b ***h,” the young lady shouts!

“I Love you” the husband lies.
Lies blind only for a while.
Our piggy-greedy-politicians incite citizens.
The Police solicit for bribes in broad daylight.

This world!!

This world muzzles many cries.

I see her…she is guilty for aborting.

Guilt burdens her tinny world.

That working class lady in heels smiles but cries inside.

This man drowns himself in alcohol hoping it will all go away.

A child sobs his parents are going through a divorce.

My friend lost her mum to cancer.

Daily we all lose love ones to this menace.
Hope keeps us aloft in this trying moments.

This world!!

This world fuels and breeds all forms of Evil.

My friend Juma went Pro he is now a Con 'artist'.

William is submerged in the world of porn!
Michelle is gay, so is Michael.
Bob drinks like an Irish-fish.
Claire is a Mid-night 'whole-seller' at Koinange St.

This world!!

This world is full of inevitable contrast.

While I smile, someone else where is crying.

While I breathe, someone else where is gasping for air.

This is the inevitable of existence.

The indirectly proportions in the cycle of life.

Laughter and cry come to all.

This world!!

This world faces trials, tribulations and hardships daily.

We wish for a better life instead of praying.

Call and He will answer [Jere 33:3]

When we make an effort and meet Jesus.

He gives us peace that transcends our human understanding.

Our debt was paid in full lets not forget that!

Let us trust in the Lord with all our heart,

Acknowledging Him in all our ways,

And he shall direct our paths.

It's a sick world, and Jesus is the Cure!!

XY...then Z-Generation

2012-09-13T08:30:00.000-07:00

It’s the 21^st Century.

The global village is amidst us.

Kindergartens replace nurseries.
Chat-rooms replace Class-rooms.
The internet becomes a big fuss.

Our world becomes 'Richer'.

Life is made 'complicated'.

Celebrities dictate our culture;

Media gives handouts for lifestyle.

Like atoms art fuse with science;

Societies are born and culture is re-invented.

Social status are created while a class is born.
The Bourgeoisie-capitalist gives value to everything.
Insurance Companies rob us and still play god.

Masters perfect their craft;

Slaves dehydrate their hopes.
Firms are established.

Business contracts are signed.

Shares are redeemed.

Dividends are paid in full.

Cash flows in liquidity.

Price tags seem valueless.
Everything is given a Monetary value.
This generation fights because of different Ideology.
Religion, Science, Philosophy and Wealth causes tension.
The once shared sense of Humanity is Old-fashioned.
Rebels allover have waged war!!
This is the XY...then Z-Generation.

Social Misfit!

2012-09-04T03:00:00.000-07:00

Am a social misfit!

I look at my world from a poetic angle.

With a poetic touch I make everything sound sweet.

In strong adjectives I describe my angels.

I write not because I can write really well.

I only write because I fear regretting why I didn’t write!

So my actions countervail my fear.

Fear for not living my life to the fullest.

Am a social misfit!

In millions way I re-write the daily spectacle.

Tinny little sounds are captured in verses.

Words turn a mere breaking of bread into a banquet.

With simple phrases a humbled life is purpose driven.

Am a social misfit!

Like a flowing river;

Words pop-out in poetic flow.

Like water fall;

Words fall in continuous threads.

They dwindle and form moulds.

Trickles of molten meanings overflow from the pot.

On a three stoned cooker spice and aroma merge sparingly.
Literature boils inside a clay pot.

With words I trace my ancestral oral literature.

Am a social misfit!

Words make my molecular structure.

My brain bleeds metaphors, phrases and rhymes.

My heart pops-out sonnets, ballads and limericks.

My mouth spits out lyrics.

Am a social misfit!

Like a feather words float on my writings.

Imagination color my paper and inspires my ink.

I see voices of artistic expressions.

I hear colors of poetic revelations.

My heart beats in sync with a dramatic accent.

The world watches as i paint its shadow.
I guess....i am a social misfit!

Our Wall-unit!!

2012-08-09T06:01:00.000-07:00

You know the things that remain attached to your family for long;
well, we had a piece of antic that had a place in our child hood.
it was placed in the family's sanctuary, 'the living room'
The 'living room' had no attractive paint work and no pictures at all.
Nothing artistic was on display.
the walls were unprofessionally painted in white
three sofas surrounded a bluish structure which seemed like a coffee table
facing the big spacious sofa was the work of a Carpenter;
It was a Wall unit that had been well crafted in fine pine and gloss furnish.
It housed a 14' international TV set in one of its closures
On a glass plane display was fine Chinese and English ceramic products.
Each compartment was like an alter for placing a sacrifice.
It was a sanctuary for Valuables.
Mum's Panasonic radio and various local gospel tapes had their niche.
I remember getting a whooping for messing with one of her favorite tapes.
Before i forget, there was an important item which occupied the compartment beside the TV
A brown King James translation Bible.
This was a present from uncle-Japheth to my Dad.
The golden pages had long faded and its genuine brown leather cover had wrinkles.
This book was familiar to us all....
We read it carefully, earnestly and lovingly.
Within its pages was the fountain of truth and life.
I remember the nights we used to spend reading it during our family devotion.
Among other items in the wall unit was our family Album;
Dolls from Disneyland were placed 'artistically',
I remember the contribution of my stickers to the overall 'artistic' look.
The wall unit was our epitome for artistic collection.
I miss those days!!!

When the rain began hitting me...!!

2012-08-03T10:55:00.000-07:00

My writing may not be all that but am grateful that at least I can express myself. I have never written for any news paper or magazine except a campus magazine which never got published. My frustrations as a writer remains untold though thoroughly inscribed in the pages of my note book as my meditations. Soon I realized that this were not even meditations they qualified to be poetry.

Like every writer would do, I spent countless of hours between the pages of my notebook trying to grill my writings. I was my own critic…”that doesn’t make sense I told myself.” My room had become my closet where I hide and kept to myself trying to look for apt expressions. I would at times spend time late in the night scribbling in my Kasuku notebook with frustrations from unexpressed ideas and thoughts. I would write all I can and then feel empty and void.

My asylum was my own self I drifted from prose and got lost in poetry. I wrote poetry and recited to an imaginary audience. I could hear the audience applaud to my poetic vibe… ladies would go like…aaww and some screamed on top of their voices. At times i would get booed out of the stage and then my world would tumble down on me. It’s not real I would whisper to my conscious. For a moment I thought i was in captivity like St. Paul. And so my only obligation was to write and never let even the slightest idea fade away unwritten.

It was at 1am in my semi-dark room that I pledge my allegiance to my imaginary audience. Into the world of poetry I dug deeper, deeper and deeper I buried my self.

Diagnostic Tantamount

2012-07-06T11:43:00.000-07:00

Addiction is a rudimentary death Hazard;
The ultimate game of Russian rou'lette!
It's a graveyard full of pits.
It swallows the rich and the poor,
the 'righteous' and the 'sinful'
Addiction is a one night-stand gig
though you keep coming for the last time.
Its like embracing a stinging bee
                  just to taste a drop of honey.
Addiction is a bitter-sweet herb.
Its sweet to the taste buds
                  but corrosive to the soul.
Let me confess.....
For years i have lived in utmost denial,
                  oblivious of my addiciton predicament.
I walk one step forward and two steps backwards.
Everyday I cry my tears dry
                  and hush my consciousness to silence.
Though guilty i plead Innocent!!
Knowingly I neglect my iniquity.
Back and forth i keep on swallowing the bitter-sweet herb.
The more i try to stop the more i indulge.
My consciousness stumbles and falls in despair.
Behind closed doors i hurt
                  i sob myself to sleep.
Am a total wreck customized into a blazing smile.
I am my own curse!
My own limbs I deep into the devils pot.
Today I tie my own noose...
"I want out...!", I shout a whisper.
In the fall of the night I hang my old-self
                  my remains i burry deep in the earth's crust.
The symbolic shadow of the day-break
                  emancipate my new me.
Today hence forth I Live right,
                  I walk straight and steady!!!

Numb to Hope

2012-06-07T04:25:00.000-07:00

I have tried and failed
My strength is but a silent whisper.
My mouth is muzzled.
Pessimism veils my prayer.
Again and again am slaved to wishes.
I wish God could help...
I whisper a prayer devoid of the hopelessness.
Like a drowning man I struggle for air.
I look but i do not see..!
You seem invincible.
Lord you are so near yet so far.
Your warmness is but a mirage
I beg to feel your presence.
A vacuum is all that is inside me.
An empty vessel walled with hopelessness.
Though i trade my sin for forgiveness;
The gap seem too big.
I feel wasted beyond repair.
Mine is a cry of a destroyed city.
Its the silent scream of pilled debris.
My Lord, darkness swallow my obedient spirit into misty air.
Though i lay down in darkness;
Let me wake-up to your shining face!!

Only IF...

2012-05-29T11:21:00.001-07:00

If a tea spoon of sugar would make the sea sweet,
I would be a Dolphin.
If a spoonful of water would turn a desert into an orchid,
I would be an Apple tree.
If the sound of frogs croaking and cricket chirping would turn into an orchestra,
I would orchestrate the performance.
If snowy peak mountains could get married,
I would be Mt. Everest.
If the Ice-age would make the arctic flourish,
I would be a polar bear.
If a mustard seed would be a haven for birds,
I would be an Eagle.
If all colours could blend and give meanings in apt expressions,
I would be a chameleon.
If a Lion would be-friend a buffalo,
I would be-friend a Tiger.
If a heart beat would be a poetic vibe,
I would be a Heart.
If a lonely lit candle would shine bright like the sun,
I would be that Candle!!!

MOTHER

2012-05-13T13:30:00.000-07:00

Aint she Beautiful!!!
A complexion of rare beauty;
Adorned in sophisticated lustre.
Your love is so 'self-evident'
Love penetrates form and structure.
With a Love so rare you handle our world.
Actions of self-sacrifice and dedication couples our mothers.
Their Love for us stands the test of Time.
With a warm heart you shake off my imperfections with a rod;
''I do not spank you but the devil inside you''
she says with a consoling tone.
She offers all the bolstering we need to reach the finish line.
Her soul is destined to Live and Love.
Mothers make an indelible imprint in our society.
They share in our burdens,
Believe in our dreams
and
Pray for our lives!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!

NIMEKUTAFUTA!!!

2012-04-20T04:37:00.000-07:00

Where have you been?

I looked and searched for you!

I whispered to you in the dark nights.

where have you been?

You left me to rot in coldness;

In a pool of tears i slowly drowned.

Where have you been?

I was attacked, mugged and hustled by fear.

My adversaries rose against me in cruelty.

Where have you been?

She juggled with my emotions;

She made me feel worthless.

Where have you been?

I needed you most;

I yearned for a shoulder to lean on!!

Where have you been?

Silence irked me;

Fear made me feel faithless.

Where are you?

Am desperate for your helping hand;

Because am grieving your spirit!

Never stop Falling...

2012-02-19T14:00:00.000-08:00

In more than a million ways;
Your eyes speak out Love.
My heart burns in incense and myrrh.
Like a torchlight you illuminate my my heart.
You deep me in the Fragrance of your Love;
And i come out sparkled and radiated.
In jokes, riddles and fables we relate.
The banks of my eyes overflow with Happiness.
You shower me with laughter and smiles.
My ribs crack and rapture with Joy.
Passion pops from within like champagne.
We share a glass of warm feelings.
Love overwhelms and fills my heart to Brim.
Our cup, our cup runs over!

Purpose Driven

2012-02-07T08:30:00.000-08:00

Like a rainbow after the rain God scribbles on my brain.
And I scribble poetry on a line.
I put all my thoughts down.
God writes on my cloud;
His writings sink deep and i make Him proud.
Filled with inspiration i write.
Like a candle in the dark i burn bright.
I echo what He says;
And dance to what He plays.
I represent His will to the fullest.
Prose and poetry I write.
I don't question His Holy Spirit;
Neither do I let the devil lower my Spirit.
In excellence I try to fight my battle.
With patience and humility i ride my shuttle.
I radiate His beam and I live for HIM!!

Epileptic Episode

2012-01-28T10:10:00.002-08:00

Tell me…is it wrong?

I spent long hours at night nurturing my obsession

I burn the midnight oil amidst literary exposures.

Countless hours I spend bumming between thoughts.

I would spend my late hours cursing out poetry from within.

“Is this worth it”, I would ask myself.

‘Just write’, my heart would whisper to I.

With my hand glued to my pen I would scribble on my notebook.

In thoughts I would re-live my pains, doubts, fear and Love.

At times I would travel in space to foreign galaxies.

While sitted on my desk I would hear the silent screams;

Screams of the voiceless and the desperate.

While still sitted on my desk I would hear songs;

Songs of jubilation and celebration.

Trust me…its exciting yet scary.

At times I would plunge into a deep specter.

I would attend weddings, birthdays, anniversaries etc.

Infact I once attend my own funeral.

Unbelievable…? Yes, I know!

It was as sad as it sounds.

I was moved to tears as I faced my worst fear!

The fear wasn’t death…trust me!

It was the sight of seeing my love helpless and vulnerable.

My kids flinched in sadness as their eyes welled up in tears.

Anyway let’s not get emotional...not today!

Today am just in a rhetoric state.

Am just stating…Is my late night hours worth my stay?

I refer to them as my ‘Epileptic episodes’

For they come abrupt like seizures.

If am to give an ending to this rhetoric statement.

It would be a two words Epitaph “Self-Indulgent”.

Why...???

2011-12-01T10:00:00.004-08:00

I ask myself why?

Why do I keep on doing this?

I nurse this obsession day-in day-out!

My mind is not settled,

My thoughts wonder in search of satisfaction.

Passionately and earnestly I seek,

Frankly, what I seek is a miracle…

It’s an insight to discernment.

In this foundation I beseech thee,

Desperately I implore, oh Lord to let I be.

Although everything seem vague….i still hope.

My heart craves for understanding that comes with it,

My mind yearns for revelation.

I desire to fathom what I don’t know.

Be able to see past the reality,

I fancy dancing to the tone of discourse,

Understand the mystery beyond written words.

My joy lies in the unknown meaning,

It’s the hidden philosophy of life.

The un-fore-told wisdom which pokes my brain,

That which turns my thoughts in swirls

Like a whirl-wind I work hard and smart.

Oh, Lord fill my cup with the desires of my heart.

Drown me in a pool of your blessings.

Set I high upon the rock!

OPERATION LINDA NCHI

2011-11-24T15:37:00.000-08:00

Kenyan soldiers take arms

Father, sons and brothers walk into the battle field

With patriotism deeply engraved within they match forward

History is made and the future is secured.

My countrymen wage war against Al-shabaab

Like a surgeon removing a cancer tumor they wage on

Kenya my country my pride they sing and soldier on

From a distance we watch and listen to Gun shots.

Kenyans die as we secure our victory against Terrorism

With heartfelt groans we mourn our departed patriots

They gave their lives so that Kenya might live

We can never consecrate nor hallow their deaths

What they died for is a just and noble course

Today we take increase devotion in their course

They will live to be remembered.

Fathers, sons and brothers we salute you!

H.B.D

2011-09-26T11:05:00.000-07:00

Birthday come like shooting stars,

They brighten our past,

Shading more light to the future.

Like a new page of a book,

Our birthdays flip open, come and pass; sweeping us to another class.

Today is your birthday…

You fall like a shooting star.

I know your face glees and your heart smolders with joy.

But how I pray!!

That this birthday fills you with insight;

Bringing you a step closer to understanding LOVE.

The love of a husband who is always beside you…

The love of a son who adores you like a goddess.

The love of people who care about you and wish you well,

And the Love of the Almighty who watches over you day and night.

Happy birthday!

Like the clay in the Potter’s hands

2011-09-21T08:20:00.000-07:00

Like a broken piece of pottery I lay

With pieces scattered all over.

My being drowns in a pool of misery.

My broken spirit vanishes into thin air.

A broken and contrite heart is all I have.

A blot of sin crushes my inmost place.

Pity and Sorrow flood from within.

Guilt hangs like a scotching sun.

My clay feels dehydrated like a sand dune.

As Euthanasia attack my pillar of dust…

You are proved right!

For like the desert-rain your timing is perfect.

My clay softens in your hands.

You put together my marred pieces;

shaping them as seemed best to You.

Like warm butter sliding down a hot toast
You smoothen all my rough edges.

Again, within the Potter’s House I commit my cause.

You are proved right!!

For like clay in the Potter’s hands so am I!

The Diary of a Mad-Lover.

2011-09-13T02:46:00.000-07:00

I promised myself that I will treasure my love.

My pen will not let the slightest thought mar.

Word by word I will pen all my emotions.

My deepest feeling will not vanish unexpressed.

In this diary I will scribble my love life with you.

Every smile, laughter and tear will have its place.

My Joy and happiness will lay between the lines of the paper aptly conjugated.

Not the slightest detail will be left un-noted.

Madness may be the cause of this…but love fuels this course!

You are GOD

2011-09-10T10:07:00.000-07:00

Am not saved by meditation or visualization.

My redemption is through HIS grace.

Once I was s cloud without rain.

A broken well without water.

Now I stand condemned before men
but faithful before God.

Am a mud of dirt that God has anointed.

A piece of pottery turned into a Vessel of Noble.

Surely,
You alone are GOD.

You have set my spirit free.

Even though you know my weaknesses;

You unveil to me Your righteousness.

I stand in silence in reverence.

Like an empty vessel You pour your spirit into me.

Deep calls unto deep!

Lord,
You satisfy the longing of my soul.

You reveal your glory to me.

You alone are GOD!

The stage

2011-09-01T11:24:00.000-07:00

The curtains open...

Fine music is heard.

With eyes glued we sit and stare.

Like puppets events control our eyes.

Emotions fill us to brim.

We smile, laugh and cry.

Excitement fills us with happiness.

Laughter bubbles like the morning porridge.

We laugh till we cry…

We cry till our eyes run dry…!

Fun is filled with Joy.

Courtesy of artistic expressions we enjoy.

The curtains then fall...!

POETRY LOVE

2011-08-26T02:14:00.001-07:00

Love hits randomly;

From above and below.

Cuts through thin and thick.

Lights-up a damp match stick.

Darkens darkness with light.

Love brings the peasants and the kings together.

It tickles the sad,

Turns upside down upright.

Like a shoulder less snake it penetrates beyond.

Dried river-bed overflow.

Broken wells are watered.

Love paints the world with a thick brush.

Stars startle and wink.

Love makes people marvel of the chemistry.

It makes humble beginnings an inventory.

Turns words into emotional symbols.

Love gives poetry a meaning and a reason.

SOUNDLESS BRILLIANCE

2011-08-20T05:07:00.000-07:00

Keep Quiet!

Be still, listen…

Listen to the silent Hymns.

Rhythms of solitude; cries of solace and love.

Listen careful;

Murmurs of sweet nothings.

Just be still.

Respond to the voiceless rhymes.

Let the soundless atmosphere embrace your eardrum.

Feel the touch of inarticulate gesture.

Concentrate and hear….

The waves of soundless symphony.

Mum the fusion of orchestra exhibition.

Keep quiet …be still. Don’t even blink!!

Listen …listen to the reticent cacophony of Vacuum.

Appreciate the Quietude!!!

Ssssh….listen!