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OÙ T'ES PAPA? - A DECADE OF LOOKING FOR YOU AND FINDING MYSELF
“Knock, knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door”, before the Devil is done greasing his gates. 2237h, February 16th, 2026. Would it even be appropriate if I wrote this homage any earlier than a few hours to my personal and your anniversary’s deadline? This is despite writing it in my mind for these last 6 months or so. I have imagined sentences and lost them, I have recalled memories and kept them.…
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FAREWELL, JAKOM
Friends, patriots, children of this Kenyan soil, lend me your ears.I come not to praise Raila, nor to curse him.But to lay wreaths of truth upon his long, arduous road.He was Jakom, the people’s leader.Son of Odinga, heir to the unfinished dream.When Moi’s shadow fell like a drought upon our tongues.He rose, flame in hand, with Matiba, Rubia and others beside him.Their names carrying in whispers…
SWEPT UNDER THE FLAG 🇰🇪
“They buried the bodies.Then waved the flag.But the soil remembers.” REX Albert, it feels weird waking up and opening my eyes not to screams or smoke, but to songs.Melodies that arrive through justice not tear gas scented winds.Without a need to run, I was lazily strolling this morning, digging my toes into the wet grass.Here, where no toy soldier lurks ready to make the air sting with…
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NOT LIKE US - SNAKES
Intro: 2024 Sssss, I saw dead people.(Massacred the streets, no?) Verse 1: 2024 Aye, massacred the streets, soNo real leaders around, just a pony show.State clowns, punch their timestamps, tell ’em “Leave bro.”Raise a finger then a coin toss, then walk around like they know.What’s up with these slave masters trying to get their laugh on?The government can hate me, dust ’em off and they…
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SEASONAL EXISTENTIALISM
I. Before the Fall Before the stars scorched lines in the sky, before my fated breath was drawn.Free of shackles and no chained soul, wearing no weight and my will wasn’t torn.My voice hadn’t called nor answered to a name uncast, my cries of pain hadn’t pierced the boundless deep.None of my fears had time to thrive, love hadn’t lied and no weary hearts dared to weep.I was but a whisper wrapped…
C Suite Note
include using namespace std;int main() {cout << “Hello World,\n” << endl; cout << "Coded in the dust," << endl; cout << "we boot from a broken script" << endl; cout << "syntax born of sin.\n" << endl; cout << "Heaven's source concealed," << endl; cout << "firewalls bar the Eden branch" << endl; cout << "access: Forbidden.\n" << endl; cout << "Final log is sealed," << endl; cout << "soul…
Character Profile: THE DIVINE BANDIT
(A Mind Beyond Time, A Voice Beyond Silence) Attribute – Description Name – The Divine BanditAlias – The Architect of Verses, The Sonnet Sorcerer, Nairobi’s Phantom PoetHeight – 5’8” (the perfect height to walk among mortals yet stand above the noise)Weight – Light as a whisper, heavy as the truthEye Color – Dark Brown – the colour of untold stories waiting to be inkedHair Long, Dreadlocked –…
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I PUT A SPELL ON❤️
See, I don’t want a luh… luh… love that whispers lies between soft kisses.Nor one that starts with poetic vibes but ends with tone deaf silence.The sun came and set on every bright promise, and I am still standing in the dark.Because I refuse to chase illusions that vanish with the dawn.I don’t want to use far-fetched faith to build love an altar, I want love that is its own proof of…
KENYA'S 2024
JANUARY New year, new fearPositivity relegated to the rearCondemned resolutions FEBRUARY A nation’s emotionShe gassed me to explosionNegligence tracks MARCH Water is wetMore so, a liquid threatUnlike tears in a flood APRIL 6 feet underNo defence, I wonderFinally one with the force MAY Mining for goldAs long as it glitters, I’m soldMy life’s plan collapses JUNE Masai RexProtest my…
12 DAYS OF A KENYAN CHRISTMAS
On the first day of ChristmasMy government sent to meA tax man for the wrong fee On the second day of ChristmasMy government sent to meTwo subtle shovesAnd a tax man for the wrong fee On the third day of ChristmasMy government sent to meThree benched trendsTwo subtle shovesAnd a tax man for the wrong fee On the fourth day of ChristmasMy government sent to meFour warning wordsThree benched…
Naamka asubuhi napiga dua for vigeti, sala more natumia mama kwa kibeti.Big fish kwa sahani ndio maana nashusha neti, ligi soh natafuta hizo zangu senti.Pay per clue ama stage haijalipiwa, donda wa…
A symphony for all souls.
Call me a dreamer…
UKOO?
Naamka asubuhi napiga dua for vigeti, sala more natumia mama kwa kibeti.Big fish kwa sahani ndio maana nashusha neti, ligi soh natafuta hizo zangu senti.Pay per clue ama stage haijalipiwa, donda wa flow change yangu ni kitu pure.Sticks and stones nikitusiwa, nabreak bones kama gwiji wa rap akiwapa kitu sure.Colour kwa face, akala mpaka base, nakala ya case, nitashinda usitie shaka.Maisha…
Open poem to the PORK
Mr President, I’m not a revolutionary, I’m a poet.I shall try my best to not have my words sound like bars that could be perceived as enemy lines. I’m afraid that I’ll raise a storm that could brew a kickstart to knowledge at lightning speeds.Mr President, I’m certain I would not skim any parts of the historical scams or telltale signs.I would delve deeper till I rooted out what was fertilizing…
GENERATION ZII
GENERATION ZIIBroke, jobless, taxed, homeless, no wonder the streets keep calling.Smoke, fearless, facts, timeless, we’ll march again and keep coming. In the spirit of Wangarĩ, Mboya, Ouko, Njindo and others, we claim our birth right.We are not here to be the 4th liberation, we have got the final one in sight. You thought we got our heads stuck on our screens didn’t you?You missed us gaining…
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A FIGURATIVE COUNTDOWN
14 verses, spinning numbered musical tales at the tail end.14 classes, making pals with pens yet timed digits forgot to hit send. 14th day, double the Sabbath adding my soul to the earthly tide.14, first time having dreams of the silicon green on the Swiss side. 13, pompously aged puberty arriving with a cut of weighted gospels.13th Friday, finding winning darts at the bar of unlucky spells.13…
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AUGUST ALL SINNERS
Puffed paths pass through a rich man’s gut.Starved stars strut in poetic poverty and sass.Ni ngori kwa head man anayefanya kazi kupata head rest.But the chief point remains the existence of a cozy nest.May we borrow in unity but pay individual taxes.Piecing together redials of liberty from missed texts.Figurative language becoming reality to fit in boxes.Ticks for the win as they suck through our…
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