Beautiful endings

Enjoy things while they last, because everything ends. Death and the nature of humans promise just that, endings. My grandfather lost my grandmother at old age, he had three wives, but he wept for losing one.

Still, that was a beautiful ending. I love beautiful endings. Pray for a beautiful ending, not eternity, because that doesn’t exist.

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I overheard my neighbour asking Jesus to come now. People are here trying to kill the son of God twice.

The End

Yearnings unfilled
Hollows me
The crowd cheers on
Laughter deluge my cries
And none saw
The silence, the tension
The dying embers
The shredding of life
I walked home dead
Suicide note wasn’t found
Dem hypocrites cried
Distant relatives became close
To mock me
Wasn’t it stupid?
They ask
Couldn’t he talk?
When nobody heard when I called
Nobody pulled my hand
As currents swept me under

Assumed Dead!

Yesterday was one of the worst days, i’ve ever had….I woke up at 5 am and left for Kahawa for shoot. Even as I left my house and whispered my prayers with padlock in my palms I felt something sinister was impending. When I reached Rounda, I decided to get in a café and break the fast, half-way through the session the producer calls and insists that I have to wait for some two beautiful virgins as they do not know where the shooting will be done…I sat for close to two hours. watching touts fight, assuming beggars do not see me ,scratching my head, licking my lips and blowing my nose. Finally the ladies showed up looking like Mps’ Clandes and the way they initiate their conversations like they arrived 30 mins before you did, do you even get a room to complain? They are the first to spot a mathree plying the route and head for it, I stay behind insisting that we take another vehicle, something in me was against boarding the van but two against one; they win. Little did they know that just few seconds in the van one was to miss her phone. I just heard “ my phone woiyee! please give me back my phone…..its everything I need”…and the son of a bitch just jogged as the touts watched and I could do nothing as well. she cursed, she cried, she felt sore and bitter at everything…….After waiting for hrs for my scene to be shot, shooting ended at about 8:30 pm, my scene not shot still and I come home and this juicy neighbor’s daughter meets at the staircase and smiles and asks me where I had been. She says, “aki tuligonga mlango yako mara mob, tunaona slippers kwa mlango but hatujakuskia ukipiga kelele (we knocked your door sverally, we saw your slippers at the verandar but we havent heard you shout)for the past three days, we thought you were DEAD!” I have been thought of as insane so many times but this was the first time I have been assumed DEAD… Woiyeee is death looming…let it wait a bit, I need to father a dozen kids .

Burry me deeper

Burry me deeper enough to stay dumb

Burry me deeper, for I don’t want to witness your fights

Fighting over what you didn’t create

When I labored all alone, broke my spine to give my children a life I only dreamt of as a kid

I see you wagging tongues, now you’re closer to a corpse

A corpse you couldn’t stand as a person

You eulogies suck, praises, now I am the man

Who stood for what is right

Who fed the hungry

Who schooled your children

But you never said thanks when I did all these

Burry me fast, am breaking at the weight of your words

All lies,

I’m not in my grave yet

But I hear rants

Who takes what? Who takes what?

This is mine, which is yours, we share,

Share it all,

He would have liked me to have this,

Are you even my children?

I see them crumbled in a corner

They can’t wail anymore, they are the real losers

They’ve lost a father

And everything the father worked for

That they may enjoy when am gone…

Burry me deep before they begin crying,

I don’t want to see them walking barefoot,

I have no strength left to fight for them

Hunger will never kill them

But your greed will

Burry me deep, deeper enough

That my curses won’t reach you

 

 

 

 

This Is How The Curious Die

As soon as the sun set

Tina and Josh left

They wore black hoods

And disappeared into the woods

To unknown destination

Escaping destitution

With every forward step they departed from angels

Far into the deep and dark dens of rebels

And soon a shriek was heard

And there was blood

And there was a cry

This is how the curious die

Nyahero lives on

She crawled to my feet, and stretched out her arms to hold onto my knees for support. I moved back and she fell on the ground her palms stamping on the ground, dust and pebbles embedding on her moist palms. She didn’t cry, just kept looking as streaks of saliva flowed from her mouth, mbruu, mprrrr, she purred as her eyes sought mine. I looked into her eyes; those beautiful eyes are the only features she got from her mother. She stretched her arms again and this time I let her hold my knees, she kept looking into my eyes so I lifted her up and threw her in the air. She giggled. When she got back in my arms she stroked my ears and I knew the spirits of her mother were in her. Nyahero how I loved you!, that car should have rammed in me.

Celebs and Mysterious Deaths

Death can either be a process or an event. To the people I love especially those closest to me I would like their deaths to be a process *this will give them time to include me in their will* or better yet it prepares you psychologically so that by the time they die you had foreseen it. These sudden deaths are not very friendly to those who are remaining behind.
Think of it this way, you are brothers, five of you and your father is a rich man and he unfortunately becomes a victim of a sudden death without even writing a will. What follows next is that the brothers will officially become enemies, blood thirsty, ready to kill for every cent their father owned. This is the time you realize that blood is thicker than water but it can be diluted with riches.
I don’t even know why I am talking about me when I have never been a celeb. If there is one thing that all celebs have in common especially in Kenya then it is their nature of death. Politicians, actors, athletes and musicians have a strong affinity to sudden deaths. Rarely do you hear of a politician *not just a politician, politicians worth the tittle* being hospitalized for a good time before passing on. You will just wake up one morning and the news becomes really news to you. They die of heart attack, road accidents but mostly UNCLEAR CIRCUMSTANCES…as the media knows it best.
All the Kenyan musicians that I Know to have passed lost their lives on the road. And what is worrying me is that they always die when their career is at the peak or when they have proved to be a force to reckon with, they are coming to take mantles from seasoned artistes; making the arts of the latter seem a perfect definition of obsolescence. To drive this point home let me remind you of these artistes; E-Sir, K-Rupt, Angela Chibalonza and Owino Misiani just to mention a few. These artistes lost their lives on our Kenyan roads just when their careers art were peaking. Another athlete Samuel Wanjiru also died a rare death; he threw himself down from 3rd floor of his prestigious apartment.
Politicians top the list of those whose deaths were mysterious. 90.99 percent of politicians who have died in Kenya died under ‘Unclear circumstances’. Talk of Tom Mboya, Robert Ouko, and JM Kariuki, Pio pinto who lost their lives during the Kenyatta and Moi regime.

Fidel Odinga

Nature seems to have not availed another death option for politicians as they have continued to die under unclear circumstances. Senator Mutula Kilonzo was found in his house dead and when the government pathologists spoke after doing the holly shit they do on breathless bodies; I knew they had lied…eti he died of Viagra overdose! Some people need to learn how to lie.
Orwa Sirkal and his colleague Saitoti with whom they run errands at the security docket died of accident -a plane crash few months after Saitoti had declared that he will be contesting for the presidential seat. Recently another strong member of the opposition Senator Otieno Kajwang died mysteriously, while his cause of death is not yet established another prominent person has died under unclear circumstances- Fidel Castro Odinga- The eldest son of the leader of Opposition Hon. Raila Odinga. Why do celebs have this strong affinity to mysterious deaths?
Did I mention that all these politicians who died under unclear circumstance were members of the opposition? Now I’ve done. Somebody tell me why only politicians aligned to the opposition and their relatives are dying-mysteriously. What is troubling most is that by the time news of Fidel’s came to my ears, another son of an irreplaceable member of the opposition Hon. James Orengo was battling for his health in a hospital after a night out with friends! You call this coincidence? Really????? Somebody is making a buffoon of all Kenyans. Somebody is a murderer hiding in the cloaks of politics.

Hate me not

Hate me not

Coz I hate no one

If you think I hate you

You are in the wrong Place

You should be in the grave

Coz I only hate ghosts and death

Suicidal Thoughts

In grave silence, unfathomable darkness

Nature’s listening to her racing heartbeat

Jagged rocks, hungry earth, demonic presence

Pregnant belly, lost husband, DEAD BEAT?

Suddenly the winds begin to whisper

Bats flapping wings, circling about in mockery

Her priceless soul, the grave be the highest bidder

Betrayal, she weeps, if you call this love its worse than robbery

Was she to blame, when all she did was to love

When she gave all she had until a piece of her heart she had none?

She gave the whole of herself to him the very day he poked her orifice

And now a corollary to that love is a sacrifice

She’s already prepared the noose

The embrace of death might soothe

#Gone too Soon#