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You’re Me

A day will come
when you’ll lose yourself
Trying to find me.
Just slit my veins, you’ll come spilling out
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I lost my woman

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We’ll start over again and again
The black soot in your heart
Peeled to the last layer

We’ll reminisce the beginnings
Before love become sour
And a lover became a villain

Let’s cry over what we lost
And cry some more for what we kept
So many spices got us lost
As the wind threw the scent
In wrong directions

You wanted us to be the best
So you aped the TV woman
An ass like J-LO
And lips like Jolie

I knew I lost you
A bigger ass spurred your insecurities
As broad lips lied to you
That you needed better
More silicone
More collagen

Now, I lay with you here
My heart broken
My faith shaken
How could they spoil my African Woman?

Whom will you love?
The media or me?

Battlefield

Darkness is all I see
A fight from within
A person torn in two
Demand of flesh
Vs
Religious allegiance
God
Vs
Satan
But,
Must I be the bait?
A conduit for deities
To fulfill their purposes
And manifest their divine power?
Why do I come back here?
Why do I break my promises?
Indulgence?
With hefty prices to pay
Self-loathe,
Floored confidence,
Loneliness,
What more shall I pay?
I wait for that day
When this war will be over
I’m tired of fighting a war
Where victor and villain
Is just but one person
I wait for that day,
When this war will be over
Am I no more than a battlefield?
Why do corpses rot in my belly?
Why is my face charred?
With burnt stumps of guilt
will this war ever be over?

Black Queen

There she was
The black sheep of the class
She neither belonged
Nor felt at home
She was alone in a crowd
She was lonely too

Nobody dared speak to her
So she nibbled her nails
To remind herself of her existence
Or to converse with herself
After all she’s three in one
She too knows the power of trinity

A language she spoke
But none of them understood
Or paid the least attention
Mute and dumb they assumed she was
How language can be so limited to words

And then they beat her
She cried painfully
As tears streaked her visage
The others kept mocking her
And I rose
Sauntered towards her
She came running into my arms
And she sobbed and sobbed
Silence prevailed
And she fell asleep
In a stranger’s arms

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Dark Room

In this dark room where loneliness resides
Walls are stained in crimson
The murals on the walls lash tongues
Whipping souls wandering in the darkness
These souls keep getting lost
Lurking in darkness
Foraging for bodies slain
A place they once called home
Whispers are heard in the dark room
A language of the cold ones
In this dark room there’s a floodlight
This floodlight is of despair
This floodlight is of apathy
This floodlight is of neglect
Children dumped herein
Motherless children with no identity
Their cries echo hitting the closed windows
The door knob is rusty but still holds tight
The souls of these encaved children roam freely
Attempting to free themselves
Free themselves from the walls society erected

The faceless ones

The faceless ones are bigmouthed
They talk too much
They believe it compensates for their faceless statue
The faceless ones visit when I’m out
Bringing all sorts of stories
Like a net cast in the sea
They net truths and lies alike

They are devious and cunning
They have razor-sharp memory
They know all the girls I have dated
Some that I have forgot
Some that only came once
Some that I chewed ones
And the more that I’m yet to chew

My wife is on top of news
She knows who I am
She knows the faceless ones are right
And I am as guilty as charged

The faceless ones have told her
That Nyambura and Kanini fought
Each swearing that they knew me full length
They told her that Anita’s bra got torn
When they fought with Adhis at the balcony
They told her how the police hand-cuffed me
And bundled me in Mariamu
Simply for keeping a school girl
Who was too deep for her age mates

The faceless ones didn’t stop there
They told her that I once stayed
Indoors for weeks
Nursing an oozing genitalia
After eloping with the village girl
That I sent packing after a week
They still believe she gave me Jakom

The faceless ones told my wife
That I’m worse than walking dead
They said that women are my office
Because I am adept at working in them
That is the only occupation
That I thrive in

So my wife heard them
Faceless ones gave her a voice
She asked me if we should be tested
I said she hasn’t give me reasons to doubt her status
She looked at the roof, fidgeted on her seat
And almost in a whisper she said
“I wish I could tell you the same”

And I left her there still mumbling
If only she knew what I’m afraid of!
No one will prick my fingers again!