THAT JUICY ASS!

She does it all the days,
when in front of the place,
she passes.
shaking her round and perfect ass.
seeking to impress,
and impress she does,
when in that simple dress,
she leaves you wishing to caress
her body, and your feelings to express ...

But there is a problem
That will make you exclaim
And make your head drum
there, 'neath that juicy bum
Might be a virus, that'll leave you glum.

MORNING AFTER

I wake up hollow.
the windows and doors,
all open,
but my soul is still a vacuum.
Not the bad felling,
you get at the pit of your belly.
No! I feel no pit.
Just infinite descent
Into the darkness ..
Infinite darkness, so thick
you could cut it and make sandwiches.

I take a deep breath
but its not enough
terribly not enough,
doesn't fill my lungs.
they seem to expand no more ..
They are just hollow,
still empty.
the air gets hot,
on the trip down my gullet.
burning me up,the whole of me and this rain seems to fuel it.

Despair hangs in the air
taut, at breaking point.
I cut the damn rope,
it's cold waters drench me
Washing away bitter memories,
of nightmares too close to reality
or is it reality too close to nightmares?
I don't know Anymore.
I'm incosistent, what with rejected love poems,
ignored apologies and crushed tinkers? ...
Damnit! Its time to swim back to land.

i wish

I wish, my friend,
I could see your sister
and talk my way to her
and coax her
Hold her in my arms,
And lock her in my embrace.
Look into her eyes
And count the stars in them.

I wish I could kiss and suck
Lips, eyes, tongue and all.
Caress her with my hands
and squeeze her breasts.

I wish I could undress her,
to reveal,
that most excellent torso...
To take her to the heavens
in a raunchy ride of passion
watching her face change
and her body shudder
in the half scream...
Half moan ..
Of orgasmic pleasure.
...again.

HIS THOUGHTS...

The wood was smooth when his fingers slid down, but he could feel small ridges when he traced them up again. The only evidence that termites left after they were unable to chew the whole plank off. They had abandoned it and gone to look for another source of food. Or maybe they hadn't moved at all. Maybe ants had attacked and carried them away as he often watched them do.They were really strong, those ant. Small and strong. Just like him, except the strong part. He always wished he was strong enough to kill the taunting boys at school. Maybe carry them one by one to a hole and dispose them. Dead.dead? No! Not dead, he would get caught if he killed them.just like in the movie he had watched at mama Faith's.the person who killed first was the bad one. And he got killed at the end. It would be better if he killed them as vengeance. That way, he would have an excuse. Like the commando in the movie, he would stagger from their makeshift military camp just as the police and army helicopters arrived, like the commando.

So who would the boys have to kill first? Simple. His best friend, then kidnap his daughter. Wait! No!Not his best friend, not Korah. And he couldn't wait to grow up and get a daughter. That was too long.so who? Who? Who? Mom? Perfect! No! Not perfect! No! Who would buy him ice bars after church? Who would bring him fruits? Buy soda? No, mom was too good to die. The boys wouldn't even have to kill her, dad will have done so already. Isn't that what he said today? "I will kill you!!! Ghasia! ...good for nothing ...bure kabisa! " that was before he unbuckled his belt and flogged mom with it.tears weld up his eyes and his throat was becoming parched from the memory ...mom's screams still cut through his mind like a hot knife. Why didn't the neighbours help? ..they wouldn't risk. He touched the welt on his cheek
.the belt had found it's way there when he tried to call for help.it was still hot.swelling. why did dad demand food then vomit nyama choma minutes later?? Puking slime all over the floor and filling the house with the smell of the bars?
It was disgusting, and never changed. From Equator, to Stage bar, to Mountain view even to Sportmann's. The smell was the same.Dad went to Sportmann's only once a month, some times he would drag him around. There he would play around as dad downed a few beers and talked 'business' With some women in the bar who sat on his lap. Maybe that's why dad beat mom up.because she never sat on his lap or wore small clothes. In some instances he had gotten glimpses of dad's hands under their skirts and blouses . Many times dad would carry one of the women and disappear only to reappear after an hour. Dad was strong, he could carry a grown womam,big rocks and the huge metals he worked on while welding. Once he had been picking up bottle tops in a bar as dad sat drinking with some friends. A man had tried to prevent him from placing them on the table. Dad hit the man until blood ran down his nose. People in the bars called dad Munene, big one. Even the guard at the Sportmann's swimming pool knew dad was not one to be joked with. He had once pinched him for throwing pebbles into the swimming pool. Dad had beat him up in front of the management and wazungu.

Why couldn't he throw pebbles into the water? He liked the 'plop' sound. Sometimes the pebbles bounced on the water if he threw them well.Weru had taught him the trick one day as they swam in river Nyariginu. That day he felt all bad inside when he came home wet, dirty and late, everyone had been looking for him. Dad had been so angry he forced them to sleep outside and locked the house from inside. Mom had taken him to the old bathroom which nobody used anymore. She spread the worn mattress that had always been there. That night he didn't sleep a bit. He spent the night looking through the spaces between the planks on the wall.the stars had been beautiful. The cold had numbed him though.
He peeped through the spaces again, there were no stars tonight, just the darkness. A drop hit him in the eye and he jumped back. Startled. Mom pulled him tighter, she was warm. Atleast she wasn't sobbing anymore. He prayed that God would see dad sleeping alone in the house, protect him from thieves and give him a good night ... as he slowly slipped to sleep, the rain thundered down the iron sheets and His hand slowly slipped down the plank onto the floor.

UNTITLED

now know how Romeo felt,
when his eye set on Juliet.
I can say I've known,
the sensation that befell Samson,
when he finally had,
fair Delilah's hand.
How Othello's heart,dark as henna,
glowed, when he saw Desdemona.
Sharp and straight is Cupid's arrow,
an it's pain, deep to the marrow.
I've had such a time of it,
This sweet ache in my heart,
that accompanies your smiles
when I see your curves, smooth as
Nile's
meanders.a fire that reduces me to a
torch,
with every simple touch,
ignites from my toe to my hair.
You are too cute,a beauty, so fair.
That's why on this scrap paper, I write
And wish the time will be right
When you see this simple script
I really don't mind what you make of it
Because I already miss your presence
your voice, lips, beauty and fragrance
Yea even that damn tight grey top
Whose contents make my heart flip-
flop
I truly have much more to say but
Am not sure you'll hearken.
Lemme only ask:"did it hurt?
When, as I believe, you fell from
heaven"

STORY YA MTAA

Hii ni story ya mtaa,
story ya venye si hukaa,
si hua na matime poa
Lakini zile mingi ni mbaya mbaya.

Kuna time mtaani si huona kivumbi
nikaa stress zote kwako ndo zimepiga kambi.
hakuna wode, hakuna stima nguo ziko shabby,
Umesotewa mtu yangu wallet inatoa vumbi,
huna doh ya kunyolewa so nywele iko shaggy,
Kiatu haiwezi kumbuka last time iliona rangi.

Ushaifeel nikaa January hua kila mwezi?
na unahustle daily siati we ni mlazy,
Lakini kusema kwenye pesa yako Huenda joh huwezi,
Hadi unashuku mifuko yako inaeza kuwa na wezi.

Na bado unaonanga watu wana vitambi tao,
eih! Kwani hawa watu hutoa wapi pesa yao?
ju we ukiskia jina landlord we ndo huyooo!!
hutaki akupate nje ya dirisha mbiooo!!!
mwezi ya tatu hujalipa rent na huna kisingizio
Ukipita watoto kwa street unawish ungekuwa mmoja wao
ukiprovidiwa breakfast,lunch na chajio
coz huwezi kumbuka last time kuonja pilau,
eh! Kuku unaona tu kenchic, na ile advert ya Yu.

Mtaani skuhizi hakuna mtu anafford unga,
ona bei ya mafuta pia venye imepanda,
Hadi wezi siku hizi tunachoma na makaa
ju huwezi... huwezi vumilia kuwaste tayaa.

Ooooh, na sikushow hii stuff unihurumie,
nataka upindukie mtaa yenu uiangalie
Halafu ujiulize nini Unaeza ifanyia

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TENDERNESS

you may feel vulnerable,
weak, exposed.
subject to ridicule,
hate or oppression.

but

my dear one,
I want you to know
engrave it in your mind
just one simple thing.

if

by any chance,
one wants to hurt you,
they'll have to pass
pass through the rough,
hardened, seasoned hand.

that is me.