DEAD LOVE

Dead Love

What if love stayed?

What if love strayed?

What if love broke bonds?

What if love bent laws?

What if love defied its author?

What if love defied mediocre?

What if love breached contracts?

What if love lost your contact?

What if love healed?

What if love killed?

What if love broke?

What if love mends?

What if love exited?

What if love visited?

Won’t Love still be love?

I saw love tossed in the air like spread tissue paper, driven against her will farthest from home

I saw love stashed in trash bin, her elbow protruded but it was bruised I needed gloves

I saw love calling out for help, but I couldn’t hear her well, her tongue was swollen and still bled

I met love at the sandy beaches, our feet sank in the sand but my tongue lost her freedom to the kings of orals and so was hers

Love drowned as I watched, I couldn’t paddle fast enough

Loved starved, I lost my kill to the caravan

Love bled, these words I utter got her heart shattered

Love cried, I couldn’t lose the argument!

Love miscarried, well, you can blame the furniture

Love died, I wish I was Dashrath Manjhi

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Love got tossed

Love got stashed

Love got bruised

Love bled

Love drowned

Loved staved

Love cried

Love miscarried

Love died

But love was still love!

After all these travails,

The reward for love was just an Adjective

So love is now Dead Love

R.I.P

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Bits of heaven

I was told heaven is far beyond the sun

And only righteous people can find rest there

That Jesus went longtime ago to build mansions for his righteous sons

I’d like to be in this place but with my sins, my face he’ll never stare

Whoever has a cupful of righteousness, would you mind to share?

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Bits of heaven

I heard that heaven is the best of place

The utmost accolade for those steadfast in faith

The children of God who never put him to shame

Those whose lives were governed by mercy and grace

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In heaven there is no sickness

In heaven there is no poverty

In heaven there is no wickedness

In heaven there is no jealousy

In heaven there is no loneliness

As there are always Angels keeping you company

It is a wonderful place where there’s no starvation

Everybody is treated equally

No whites, No blacks, no rich men, no poor men, no ghettoization

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It is a place of plenty

A land upon which had never sojourned scarcity

It is better than Canaan; a land flowing of milk and honey

But it isn’t a place for all and sundry

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Will you make it to this place?

I read that just a handful will reach heaven!

I have a plan, what if we brought bits of heaven on earth?

Good Idea, we can have our own earthly paradise!

It can never substitute heaven

But it can make earth a place of travels

And not an abyss of travails

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To begin with, let’s kill greed

And keep only what we need

Let’s begin to see faces

And not races

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You don’t have to ask questions before you share

Just give and show you care

Let’s dump all earthly weapons

And use the most disarming weapon of all seasons

Show it to your husband,

Show it to your neighbor,

Show it to starving children

Spread it to those struggling with life

For it can heal the deepest of wounds

This life bites but with this weapon, the pain can never be felt

With this weapon you can:

Leap Over Violent Expeditions in this life.

Show love, share love, spread love

And let’s bring bits of heaven on Earth

What’s more, whatever happens on earth happens in heaven

If we shared love on earth, Then God will be obliged to share more with us

Meet Me at the River

Jaber today lets meet at the River at sundown

I really have to see you, but I can’t come to your place

Your father nearly killed me; he’d be a murderer if I failed to pick myself from the ground

I still don’t understand how he knew I was waiting by the fence

I am suspecting Akinyi told him, or does he consult oracles these days?

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I knew Akinyi will never keep our little secret

She is very jealous of what we have

The other day she called me a reject

And concealed it by imitating the way I laugh

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She had to be the one who wrote our names on sisal

Surely, why can’t she let us be?

She can do whatever she wants but one thing is vital

Your father mustn’t know I was the one he wanted to kill

You must do all you can, my identity to conceal

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I heard that he was asking why I didn’t come to milk Dibuoro

I wasn’t feeling well, that rungu nearly broke my spine

This pain is too much but the love we have for us is worth the sorrow

I love you so much, I can do anything for you; even eating raw swine

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N/B: I know you will ask, lemme just tell you before you ask

I am using red ink because I got confused seriously

I thought I slipped a blue pen in my pocket but darkness is a liar

Kumbe it was red, now I am still in the fields grazing owada

 

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Please come with some Robb or Kaluma

My back is aching, I need massage

I love you like milk and potato

EX Picked Up

I called my Ex yesterday

But seemingly she had little to say

Just shared how she’s been doing great

And how she’s prayed that I remain sane

This was a disappointment

I thought she’ll never give up her quest for engagement

But as sunshine dries the morning dew

So was her love growing distant with all the venom I spewed

I swallowed my pride and skinned my ego

Bent low, accepted the zero score

Coz I had to tell her the truth

How my heart is hollow within and bruised

I had to tell her…

How she’s a jewel I didn’t know how to value

How foolish I was to mistreat her the way I did

How ungrateful I was then

How my life has been a nightmare without her

How I would like to keep her beneath my tongue

That she’s irreplaceable

But she wanted to hear everything except these statements that to her was only reminiscence of the filthy life she had!

Did she say having me as a boyfriend is a filthy encounter?

I think my ears failed me!

We Bartered Character with Money

In society today money rules

It speaks, it does

The lesser you have the lesser being you are

The more you have the closer you are to the king

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We are rummaging in darkness for vanity

Character lost like fart in air, where’s humanity?

YOLO is the mantra, get rich, have lap dances, and get a Lamborghini

Chop heads, drug some, sell your body, snatch wallets or sell your virginity

It doesn’t matter what you do, money is the gauge for vitality

III

It’s either you are rich or not

Societal rules no longer existent

Prostitution has become a taxable profession

Robbery a rite of passage to be bragged about

And corruption a chariot to paradise

Religion mocked as a fear factor and the creator a myth

Of what benefit is it to hold to a faith without wealth?

When that is all you need to buy good health?

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But can’t we be a little considerate?

Why must we cripple others and blame it on fate?

Why must we kill what we can’t create?

Our moral standards have flatten on gauge

And for inheritance our children‘ve got aggression and not wisdom of age

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So we’ve bartered our souls for money

And made it a deity to be worshiped by the society

The world owns us in trinity

Our minds dominated by thoughts of vanity

Our bodies are sacrifices to gods; ‘shapers’ of destiny

And our spiritual beings no longer thirst for divinity

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But there comes a day we shall have to pay

For KARMA can never be fooled

I Am Building Bridges Not Barriers

There are very many people who love art but just a handful have the heart of art. It’s hard being an artist, but again being an artist can be fun. In art you can thrive or merely survive but all these have a great bearing on your attitude your goal and commitment to your art. Do you merely want to be famous? Do you want to make just money or do you want to create an impact and change lives with your God given talent?

Finding answers to this question will give you an answer to the purpose of your art. I have been a spoken word artiste for some time, not as long as your favorite but never be surprised if you heard of your favorite poet quoting my name or better quoting my lines amidst his/her performance. This happens. Anyway I will not delve in the whole issue of finding your purpose in your industry, I guess the day you decided you will be an artist you had that already figured out; if you want to make money, go ahead and don’t just make money but make more that you be nicknamed ‘money’ as they did to Mayweather. If you are in pursuit of fame then I would advise that there are other avenues that can give fame quicker; if you live in Nyeri you will know how rapping chicken and donkeys can make you famous within just minutes after the act. Why not try that? Or better yet just wake up one morning and chop the heads of your family; the next day you will be on CNN!

What am I driving at? In my opinion, no artists should prioritize fame, I believe that when you do your art fueled by passion, you will not only change lives but money and fame will chase you pants down. Take time to invest in your art by giving the best of you and building bridges that will see you pass the toughest of terrains as you pursue your ultimate goal which obviously is known only to you.

You never know who might be part of the audience

I have also learnt to make the most of my time on stage. It doesn’t matter whether you were paid to perform or not, learn to make the most of your time on stage; give your best whether the event is poorly attended or the hall is filled to thrice its recommended capacity- every audience is worth of the best from you plus you never know who might be in the audience; Do it like you were overpaid to do it! You may be surprised to be asked to remain behind and the deal you may land may change your life forever. I hope you’ll find your quest JJJJJJJ