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Gifted poet A Spoken Word Artist

20/11/2024

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14/11/2024

What if I told you,
Sometimes I have a hard time talking about God in my poems because I feel like,
I am more disappointed than I am child to Him,
more slippery than I am rock.
I have made Him a thousand promises when no one was watching, but I have felt a thousand eyes guilty every time I have broken one.

What if I told you,
I’m not the one to bring up God in groups,
When people share testimonies, I disappear, I shut my life up,
Like what do I say when I don’t come with a magical miracle to put on the table,
Like a big voice that woke me in the middle of the night,
or a light so big it was blinding at night,
Like how do I prove to them it’s You who’s held me when I know it’s You but I can’t find Your fingerprints on my body to show,
How do I say I see God in me when I have seen myself straying from the image I was created in.

What if I told you,
I have been filled with more questions than the Spirit.
Questions like, where was my other tongue when other people were speaking in tongues?
Why did my grandmother’s stroke have to take her voice?
Why did we have to watch her shedding her last tears instead of listening to her say her last words?
Did I get baptised too young?
Where did Cain’s family come from?
Why do I break down when I pray?
Why do some people stay down without getting a breakthrough?
Why do black people get so much hate?
What does it mean to be African in heaven?
What if I asked Jesus to come into my life, and when He did, I did not follow Him?
What if I could never be good enough?

What if I told you I kept waiting to be good enough for God before I could bring Him up in my poems,
until I realised even my best would never be good enough, His grace is given not earned.
And good enough is something I could struggle with for good.
To someone else I could be a lot of work but to God I am a work of His hands.

What if I told you,
Everyday, I try.

02/08/2024

I wonder if God hears the prayers I don’t say out loud
but I whisper in my heart.

I wonder if God understands the moments I’m too heavy to pray.

I wonder about dads who don’t lift their sons but lift the Father in prayer.

I wonder about the man I’ll become when I’m done with the man I am.

I don’t know everything.
But I know,
dogs die,
The government lies,
cats get lost,
friends change,
our parents get old,
and everyday we try.
Don’t we?

23/07/2024

PRESIDENT FOR SINGLE PEOPLE

If I could, I would be President for the sake of single people,
Single struggling people,
Those with no one to share life with, and especially no one to share bills with.
I would want it to be like,
Every time they look around the house, they live alone.
But every time they pay rent, it’s like they are sharing the bill.

If I was president, I would make adult playgrounds,
Because to wing this life sometimes adults need a swing,
When life keeps putting you down, a bouncing castle might just give you your bounce back.

If I could, I would be president for the sake of interns,
For the sake of my mother,
For self employed parents surrounded by structures whose ploy is to take out the joy in self employment,
Businesses on chopping boards,
Business decisions chocking boards,
The board of governors is full of rulers,
There’s a lot a ruler can’t measure,
Like the blood pressure of broke parents surviving a dying business,
Don’t call it su***de, businesses don’t kill themselves.
Corruption man, is a business.
Taking away from a business is its business.
Don’t say Kenyan contractors do a bad job,
If those who give them the job pocket 3/4 of what was for the job, in fact, don’t call it a bad job, call it a miracle.

If I could,
I would be president for the sake of men.
Men with families, men who can afford bread but feel nothing like a winner.
Men who are alive but far from living.
Men who can’t stand the government’s stand,
A government that loves land more than the people who stand on it,
A government that builds road for cars and forgets there are people who need to walk on it,
A government that kills children for growing a voice
then calls it a road accident, as if being hit by a car leaves bullet holes in you.
A government that provokes you with their lies,
A government that lies unprovoked,
A government full of entrepreneurs because they forgot leadership was supposed to be their business.

01/05/2024

We were not meant to be together.
I was not supposed to look at you,
You were not supposed to text me,
I should have ignored the goosebumps your voice raised on my skin,
You shouldn’t have raised your hand to meet mine,
I shouldn’t have said I like your toes,
You shouldn’t have laughed at my jokes,
We shouldn’t have called it love,
When you couldn’t sleep without calling me,
Or when I called your name in my sleep,

This poem was not supposed to be about you
Or us,
Or what we could have been,
Or what we couldn’t be..

25/04/2024

Shout out to my newest followers! Excited to have you onboard! Jackie Sammie, Råyåñ Smäsh, Stella Sam, Ndwiga Derrick

02/04/2024

In my dream last night, I met a city girl,
I will not describe her by physique
but her neck was right next to mine,
A stop sign was right next to me,
And she had stopped to whisper things to me.
She said if time heals,
Nairobi needs more city clocks for the women,
for girls who dress like women,
and for girls being just girls.

She said they need healing from mouthful touts,
From disgraceful stares,
From uncontrolled hands and from stars who don't believe they belong to the sky too,
that they can be looked up to too.

She said light is open for creativity and some people use the moonlight to make dark secrets.
She said some girls are too young to prefer light,
girls who use darkness to hide their scars.
She said the makeup will lie to you
-men haven't stopped hitting women.

She asked if I had been to church lately
and even before I answered,
she said they found their Savior..
He has scars too, nail scars on His palms.
She asked if I was saved, because now to know them,
I had to know Him first..
That's how they heal..

That's when I woke up

30/01/2024

BLUES

The waters that drown the dreams of a boy are blue,
To look up at the sky is to imagine all blues can sink a man,
Including Mondays,
and Tuesdays,
and all days,
and especially everyday.

Boy do not turn when you see a camera,
A boy gets no extra like for showing their back,
if it’s not the back of their car.
A boy gets no seat in the village if the luggage he carried did not come from the back of his car.
And don’t be lied to,
boys who’ve faced the cut will still find opportunities to bleed in the journey to be a man.

But where are the men when boys need a man
to look upto,
to talk to,
to learn from, to call too.
Where are the men when our country needs true leaders who will fight against inequality,
poverty,
abuse of power..

Where are the men who will stand up as protectors,
for the community, for the women,
for the poor,
for boys before they are broken by brokeness, by hopelessness..

And where are the women who raise daughters who respect a man for who he is and not what he has,
Do I have a poem or a point here?
Coz I’m tired of the long praises we give to people who take a shortcut,
If you are not cut for the truth then this is not a point or a poem for you.
They are the reason boys fear the blue in the sky,
Fear to aim high,
Do you see the blow?
Do you see how a boy begins to aim low?
Do you see how we raise killers then praise them for the new car they killed for?

Isn’t money a thing to die for where we come from,
How much death can your pocket carry,
How much debt before you are buried in your lies..
Poet

10/01/2024

We were not meant to be together.
I was not supposed to look at you,
You were not supposed to text me,
I should have ignored the goosebumps your voice raised on my skin,
You shouldn’t have raised your hand to meet mine,
I shouldn’t have said I like your toes,
You shouldn’t have laughed at my jokes,
We shouldn’t have called it love,
When you couldn’t sleep without calling me,
Or when I called your name in my sleep,

This poem was not supposed to be about you
Or us,
Or what we could have been,
Or what we couldn’t be..

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