
Mother's Day?
Mama, Do I need a specific day? To pamper you with thanksgiving? Do I need a fraction 1/365? To define my love in 24 hrs? Do I need to follow suit? Because Google Doodles did?…
Verses, haiku and letters to God. 157 posts.

Mama, Do I need a specific day? To pamper you with thanksgiving? Do I need a fraction 1/365? To define my love in 24 hrs? Do I need to follow suit? Because Google Doodles did?…

So I was in a frenzy My body was like effervesence Tingling like a frozen glass Restless and fidgety I studied her body language Her sight and state of unrest ‘Hi’ ‘Haaaaaeee.’…
Am seated in a bus One wailing its way in diarrhoea As it journeys its way outside Nairobi Beside me, a beauty Her face reminds me of someone I loved As she sat our faces met…
For the times I have doubted you For the times I have mocked you Asking what you want with my life For the times I have arrogantly questioned What kind of a God you are And the…

Her walk A children’s play in the prairie Just as her smile rhymes With the petals that hug The green stalks of grass She is of fine physique One that would baffle a curator Her…

I love being the lone pole Bereft of love and nothing to laugh I love the company of the offroad dust And the tangled mesh The sound of crickets And the massage from ants…

What if I told you I need not type Amen For my miracle to unveil? What if I told you I need not say Haleluya To a picture of a disabled child? What if and just what if I need not…

If Jesus be my center Then I worry not of my dark corners If He be my core My squeaky un-greased parts bother me not If He be my cornerstone Then am assured of my foundation If…

Beauty is not in the eyes of a beholder It is simply on the subject Beauty is not relative But it’s opinion is relative to the subject An eye sees dumb While another sees creative…

Does putting your feet in water And flapping your limbs in the shallow end Make you an expert swimmer? Does masking your photo with word art And applying numerous filters Make you…

I thought I was worthless Until I found a disabled orphan on the streets teaching the word to his peers And no more did negative notes scribble my pad I thought life was unfair…

‘Ng’ombe’ and ‘Kwani wewe ni ng’ombe?’ Were the phrases that filled my ears In my rogue childhood I remember how you pinched my ears When it was reported that I put the Tv on…
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