AFRICAN QUEEN

You are the bloody felon
that breaks into my soul
when I am deeply dozy
and slips away

with my frail heart

You have abducted my nous
perverted my emotions with love poison
and turned me into a romantic zombie

Occultist !
A vicious belle
that is what you are
you have becharmed me
with your bony charismatic eyes
sending chills down my spine

Murderer !
You kill me with your gorgeous figure
each time I set eyes on you
you have swallowed my soul
like a famished she wolf.

SWEET MEMORIES

I try to fake a smile
and pretend that everything is hunky-dory
but the truth hits me hard
and memories of you keep repeating identically
tormenting me every night
I have lost every bit of me
deep within I am feeling devoid
I am
so light like a chick’s feather
since the day your shadow walked out of me
life has become vapid
completely insignificant
I decide to seek solace in the bottle
to soothe my broken heart

I look myself in the the mirror
an image of you appears again
I turn fast and sit on the edge of my bed
loneliness patting me gently on my shoulder
I look at your picture
the one you pinned on my gallery
the memories flash back in my mind again
everything repeating identically
and I remember how we sat
on that bed facing each other
forcing chips into each other’s mouths
laughing like little babies
then you held me tight
close to your erect knockers
we sank ourselves in the sheets
and sinned
you wanted more and more of me till dawn
(as if for the last time)
and I sublimed into your soul
how I wish time could revive itself
and the dreams of better days become real
Darling
I yearn for those moments of roses and eros
before my heart snows.

Caren Kimz

Thinking of a bonny belle

Thinking of a candy little patrician

Thinking of Caren Kimz

And in the sand by the shore I rest

Gazing at the blue sky so star filled

and the moon waxing gibbous

Mavelous, my heart smiles

Hazardous it may seem but I will wager

Not minding the end result

A treasure and it is worth

I pray for good fortune as I stake

On with the game, I am good to go

Caren Kimz you better watch out

I am on my way so prepare

To err with Cliff in dimmed twilight

IN MY DREAM

In my dream

I resurrected you again

and held you tight close to my chest

you flicked your eyes at me with alluring grimance

and the cloying scent of your breath sent electric chills down my marrow

I closed my eyes and kissed you again

like we used to do in the dotty twilight

but this time you uttered no word

your whispers couldn’t reach my ears

and I recalled

how truncated the days of love were on earth

when you used to hold me tight in your arms

and we erred on the beach each night till dawn

the moon, stars and everything else watched admiringly from above the sky

you know how I cherished that scenario

but now you are departed to the unmapped metropolis

and it’s my fault that you are gone

my mind came alive a bit too late

I should have been with you that night as always

you are still the same person I knew

when I revived you in my dream

from the quiet tomb covered with frost

we made love on my sheets

and you snuffed it again

this time right on my bed

you drowned your body in my tears

and vanished to your new city

I am still seated on my bed

embracing my pillow tight

waiting for you to come back

in pain

in pain

in vain

in vain.

FREEDOM DAY

Viscus sinks

Psyche weeps piercingly

Upon seeing people gathered at freedom yard

Cantillating opus of immunity in jubilation

Proud to be foaled in a den of iniquity

I can read despair and vexation in their eyes

As they sing in extolment of the fallen paladins

Who sacrificed for freedom’s sake

I can hear umbrageous screams from metropolis

Voices of the oppressed crying for justice

Jobless younkers squalling vociferously from the slums

Pedagogs singing in solidarity for salary increment

Doctors and nurses have dissented too

Patients derelicted to snuff it like insects in infirmary

Citizenry looking haggard and pallid

Shoulders drooping with the weight of hefty taxation

I can hear a woman and children shrieking in agony, a husband has committed suicide

Homicide….another body dumped in the woods, a young lady executed by her benefactor

Mother crying for justice

Hoi polloi yelling for freedom from paws of wolves of impunity

Gunfire deafens my ears

Followed by racking screams and tension

Lacrimator consumes the air causing hurly burly

Deep silence fills the ambience

Little school girl lies dead on the road

Two gunshot wounds on her head

Breaking News on my television screen, “Looting criminal gunned down by the police”

Tears roll down my cheeks

I can hear an esurient gaut child crying for food

Several already dead, vultures feeding on their bony carcasses

I can feel the pain in that old woman mourning in anguish

Her ancestral land has been grabbed by men of great integrity

She has been dispossessed and incapacitated

Man eat man society

With gimpy democracy smelling perfidy

Vitiated to ruination by beguilers

Exoteric funds devoured by grabby savages

Hell has fallen upon us on freedom day

As we jubilate our independency from colonialism

CONFINNED

I am all alone

jugged in a gloomy nook where the sun is repentant to shine

my spirit aching and running wild, feeling devoid and utterly lost

Loathing this life I cannot trust for doing me many awful things

ravishing and defiling my innocence

a puny in body and mind

my frail heart annihilated and turned into emotional wretch

pain piercing through my numb soul, ripping out my scare sores

my world so heartless and torn apart…. draining my future dreams

I am left with fated hopes

deserted like an alien

to swim against the tides in torrent of pain

and drown in a pool of tears with breath swinging on loose strings

nothing to make me strong

no shoulder to lean on

The sun sets and darkness will rise

I grimace but my eyes never smile

for my maimed inside is dying on silence

deep inside I am a living carcass

a broken glass crushed into pieces

the night falls and I am almost obsolete for eternity free from pain

no more crying coz my tears are dry

doom awaits me yonder

switch off the lights and say goodbye

the truth is incredible and frightening

a feeling of tragedy underneath.

RELIGION

Is a bottle full of feighning

substance

and I sit to the rear of my mind

ruminating to quaff and dash it off

or just gulp the content

and skewer its consecrated venom to the world

igniting sparkles of disarray and repugnance

among the herd of a God of no religion

I revere the words

aura of sublimation that

reinstates my spirit from thrall of purdah

restores my wit from corrosion

sunders me out from residue of inherent aptitude

exalting the soul in higher esteem

and salves my nous from tedium

I venerate and confide in the words

a radical belief of a revolutionary man.

Appreciation

I thank the ERC Director Eng Pavel Oimeke and Dr. Christopher Okemwa for believing in me and supporting my talent in Poetry. It is very rare to find people who are willing to support and nurture talent in the current society.

Dr. Chris Okemwa is the Lecturer at Kisii University, A writer and International Poet. Christopher Okemwa has written several books such as the play Otenyo which I was among the cast that staged the play before it was released. Among other books he has written are the poetry book known as The Gong and a short story collection known as Sabina And The Ogre. As the founder of KISTRETCH INTERNATIONAL POETRY FESTIVAL, Christopher Okemwa has always created platforms for students and other upcoming poets from Kenyan Universities and other poets from across the world to meet and share poetry experiences through Poetry reading, Spoken Word Performances,Rap among other performances. This has created a very good connection between the upcoming poets and established poets from international level. This year he created an opportunity for me to be part of the kistretch Poetry Festival held in October 2018 at Kisii University, through the Poetry experience, I had an opportunity to share my poetry experience with International poets from across the world and learn more from them. I also had an opportunity to read my poem before the Israel Ambassador at the Israel Embassy . My poem, The Putrid was featured in the Kistretch Poetry Magazine.

Eng Pavel Oimeke has been supportive to me. He has always encouraged me to read more and keep writing. His support to me during the Poetry Festival period helped me a lot and I really thank and appreciate him. I urge him to keep on with his good spirit of supporting the youth and nurturing their talents. I believe that there are many upcoming Writers ,poets, spoken Word artistes and many more talented young people out there who are disparing due to lack of financial and moral support. I encourage the young people to come out and make use of their talents through platforms created. Special thanks to all my fans who keep on appreciating my work and encouraging me to write . Special thanks to Sona Van a US based poet, Inger Mari, Canisia Lubrin, Caren Kimz Ambily from India and many more poets who keep Encouraging me to write more poems.

MAMA

Cry no more for your little angel is fine in the land of spirits

shed no tears of vengeance for the battle isn’t yours

weep not for me but the doomed nation that vitiated my innocence

forgive them Mama, they were just obeying orders from above

the world knows that I was innocent

I didn’t riot, nor did I loot anybody’s property

I couldn’t walk let alone uttering a word

Mama, I was right in your arms remember

six months old still sucking your breasts

I knew nothing about the world

I couldn’t tell between right and wrong

yet they termed me a criminal of resistance

convicted me to death without trial

wipe your tears and smile Mama

your daughter is resting in peace

I can see scars in your broken heart

I can feel the pain in your soul

but I just need you to understand

that your daughter is fine in the land of spirits

They just killed the heart and not the soul

rise up Mama and eat something

you need some energy to boost your weight

the tears you have lost won’t go in vain.

THE PUTRID

Our system riles

this vile system a frick

it rapes and defiles

befouls and infects

with erotically transmitted maladies

burgles and smugles like scamp

Our pong system sucks

a crappy structure cankered with scum

barren to detect no cum

a living carcass gradually decomposing

going obsolete into abyss of oblivion

with maimed justice oozing pus

a corrupt fascist vitiated in buggery

micturating depraved scuttlebutt

Our lame system a ruin

debased to shambles by famished wolves

with squalid charismatic pecuniary paws

scatters the fruits of our sudor

squealing it down their cesspool savages

whose frozen yet rotten hearts

are corroded with black soot of putrid

and their minds fizzled

Our system devoured by sordid worms

exudating venom into lousy blood

flowing in jigger invested vessels

our current system reeks like hell

contaminating the entire society

crawling and creeping towards purity.