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Bad Ones

There comes a times when all you do backfires on you
When she keeps mum and hurts
And still blames you for not knowing her problem
When your hi sounds bye
And your laughter mocks her
And your love just hangs there
Waiting for her to be the girl you knew
And she drops you an sms
” you can never make me happy”
And you feel your balls melting under the weight of self-loathe
Your heart doesn’t respond, it’s dried
The only proof that it lives on is the fact that you’re still alive
Your patience reserve isn’t rich
But you try to give her space
And pray, that you will change
For you’re always the bad one

Sibling Thievery

There is this thing we call sibling rivalry, Well, we never suffered from this disease in our family. We were more collaborative, so most of the time we got neck-deep in shit as a family. In fact, we suffered from a more powerful disease, It’s commonly known as sibling thievery!
My sister June Nyawade and I stole a lot of small things (note that ‘small things’ doesn’t mean we were cleptomaniacs) we stole useful things like maziwa, chapat, mandas, miksi and honey too. you see stealing these small things and getting away with it gives one a very addictive adrenaline rush, we started simple. we were just exploring our abilities and stretching our realities a bit but soon it became a game.
Being that my sister spent most of her days in the boarding school, I was left to exploit these opportunities at home alone. My favorite days were when father came home from Kisumo with two polythenes full of shopping, there would be honey, miksi, goldband and some other sweeties I have since forgotten what they were called…YOu see, I was no thief I was just taking liberties with things I was entitled to, It was the time of serving that I didn’t approve of, I was no thief I was just impatient.
It so happened that one day, I had come from school for lunch, as mama was busy in the kitchen I took my sister Dorcas, then still a baby to her crib but I didn’t stop there..I walked to the door and called mama twice just to make sure she hadn’t followed me.
‘Aaaan’ mama itikaad
At this point you have to be very creative
‘Nyathini pek manade kawuono yawa’
‘hahahahaha kwani ikia ga ni ng’at manindo pek’
‘ooyo mama afwenyo kawuono’
‘tim piyo, ilokna rombono kapok idok sikul’
Having made sure that the disciplinarian was busy, I hopped into her bedroom and opened the kabat..2kgs of Miksi just stood there waiting for me…my ooh my…no spoon! what do you do? cup your hands and do the scooping-licking, scooping-linking and then baang the bedroom door opens…and then history! I went to school without taking lunch…
From that day henceforth I swore not to indulge my impatience in absence of my accomplice, so when she came back we pulled the mother of all thieving.. we drank all the milk we were given to boil..when mama came back she found us very busy teaching Lucy some manners..Lucy was once a faithful cat, dare we call this corruption? Lucy was just a Josephine Kabura, the Waigurus were the ones ripping it’s skin off now..
‘yawa pakanani tinde osechako kwelo yawa’ is all mama said!
I know June Nyawade will say this is a lie
I also know That I have just fooled you!

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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The cobbler’s Child

The cobbler’s child is a story teller
He tells stories of love
For that’s what he sees everyday
As his father works on shoes
Sealing the gap between the sole and the vamp
He knows how painful the needle pricks
But the sole keeps mum for it’s for the good of the team
The vamp knows how bad the sole stinks
The sole knows how heavy the vamp is
But they embrace the flaws and live like they’re perfect
They could decide to hate socks
For they get too intimate with the boss
But they bury their envy and welcome it back every time it creeps in

When it rains the vamp takes the blows
The sole in return takes the mud
When all fails they all wade in water
Mud plague them all but they never apportion blames

The cobbler’s child tells of how destiny
Commanded the sole and vamp to stick together
Even when nature tries to separate them
Just a kiss of glue will stick them together
If the glue fails, few stitches will weave
Their souls into one
For love knows the sole and vamp are useless without each other

Bruised

I waited as minutes extrapolated to hours. Deep down I knew it was a lie,

That once out of sight your promises couldn’t be held tight

But something in me seemed to revel in this lie

Enjoying the trail of blood you left behind

You said I broke your heart

Tore every fabric of your love

Your love that was once an umbrella that sheltered us

An ointment to worn tarsals in the feet of life

But I did what had to be done

Set out to delve into darkness unfathomed

Straying from my weary being to make you stay

We loved, but could we serve love for lunch?

And now you chose to strike back

With jagged shards of your broken heart

You stabbed mine and left me bleeding

And you walked away

Leaving a bruised ego

A wounded heart

A twisted future

And broken dreams

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!