now how on earth was I to expect this????? :
NGARTIA ,this one is for you!
I know him like i know my name.
He taught me the alphabet, how to
write ,how to say my name;i knew his
name before i even learnt how to say
mine :Ngart ia ... .
He' d wait for me at the gate after
school, with ice cream ,chocolates and a
wild rose for me ,said i was his favourite
girl ,sometimes he even called his
angel ..
We 'd walk home,my hand in his ,and
his holdin my so little hands so
tight, with protectiveness ,said he was
scared of letting me go,cause he loved
me so.
Years down the lane,i 'm all grown up
and a centre of attention , every boy
wants me but him.
I don't know why, but our chemistry
just dissolved.
How i long to have him bring me those
wild roses , im tired of guys trying
impress me with expensive and
meaningless gifts.
I long to have him hold my hand ,im
tired of guys caring more about the
gold mine between my legs .
Heard he said i'm not his type,that he
is immune to me ,but i know he is just
saying.
23 shots o ' rum ago · Arr! · Cast aside
Sandra Gabby I see the jealousy in his
eyes when im with another guy ,and
oh, there 's those hints of insecurity .
You should see the longing looks he
gives me ,they speak of love and
adoration..
I see how hard he tries to feign
indifference, everybody else will fall it
but not me .
I know him like i know my name.
Heard he told the world that to him,
i'll always be that little brat whose
diapers he changed .
Oh ,come on Ngartia ,you won 't tell
them what you really mean is :to you,
i'll always be that little Angel,your
Angel.
People ,he loves me, he just won't say it ,
he' s just scared that my once little
hands won't fit in his as perfectly as
they used to ,
scared that i' ll think it stupid when he
sticks a sunflower in my hair,or i won 't
find it romantic when we sit by that
river, at that same spot where i used to
fall asleep in his arms, as we watched
the sun go down.. .
He is just too proud to say it.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
TO SANDRA ...
I poet challenged me so I wrote her this :
All my life I've known sandra gabby,
I even remember her as a little baby
when those smooth cheeks were chubby,
that flat tummy was once baby fat flabby
I watched as she grew, though slowly
Into a cute lil' kid, though scrawny ...
Now she's this young adorable shawty
Dark African face endowed with beauty
with sweet worded voice,though sometimes shitty.
With an ass perfect for such a hotty
and tits that define the name cuty.
She leaves every young lad turning their neck
some so desperately, I fear they might break.
But why, sandy, do you mean me harm?
is it because am immune to Your charm?
Because I don't get hard by looking at your bum?
if that is so, then its such a shame
for that's not how I play this game
I don't go around falling for every pretty dame ...
It is true you've grown into quite a thing
fresh, crisp, polished and shining
Take care not and you'll loose value like the shilling
for you now think you know everything
though yesterday you knew nothing ...
Leave me alone and take these other offers
like skillz the poet for starters
the poor lad sees you and gets shivers
you talk to him and he sweats rivers
He even thinks your dark eyes are stars
You better save him before, more, he suffers...
For, to me, you'll always be that brat I changed diapers.
All my life I've known sandra gabby,
I even remember her as a little baby
when those smooth cheeks were chubby,
that flat tummy was once baby fat flabby
I watched as she grew, though slowly
Into a cute lil' kid, though scrawny ...
Now she's this young adorable shawty
Dark African face endowed with beauty
with sweet worded voice,though sometimes shitty.
With an ass perfect for such a hotty
and tits that define the name cuty.
She leaves every young lad turning their neck
some so desperately, I fear they might break.
But why, sandy, do you mean me harm?
is it because am immune to Your charm?
Because I don't get hard by looking at your bum?
if that is so, then its such a shame
for that's not how I play this game
I don't go around falling for every pretty dame ...
It is true you've grown into quite a thing
fresh, crisp, polished and shining
Take care not and you'll loose value like the shilling
for you now think you know everything
though yesterday you knew nothing ...
Leave me alone and take these other offers
like skillz the poet for starters
the poor lad sees you and gets shivers
you talk to him and he sweats rivers
He even thinks your dark eyes are stars
You better save him before, more, he suffers...
For, to me, you'll always be that brat I changed diapers.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
SA HII LIFE???
Mi huwa na mistari deadly
wao huniita slim shady
wengi huniskiza wachache hawanipendi
sijali, wembe ni ngovo kamba ni fifty
we jisort tu ntakuchimbia kaburi
Coffin ya maneno na vina ka misumari
Atleast utakuwa umetoa fala mmoja hii nchi
ju nimechoka kutembea jobless kwa hii jiji
Nimechoka kutomake doh na nina vipaji
politics sawa tumeachia hawa matajiri
wanaenda job na mapassat kutoka kwa ma kasiri
Wanatusanya doh manze na hata si kisiri
Si walidai pesa kwa wazee mayout wafanye kazi??
How come then hawaezi tuajiri
Nimesoma foreign ideologies kwa kichwa zimesitiri
na bado poverty inaniathiri
siezi enda na mat peak time 120
Lazima ningoje ishuke 30,40,50
Na bado nina dreams za Hummer ama merc e 220
Niwe Nacruise thika road maspeed za 150
Ubaya hizi dreams zohusmashiwa na reality
ati ata ndengu chapati za 40 sipati
wao huniita slim shady
wengi huniskiza wachache hawanipendi
sijali, wembe ni ngovo kamba ni fifty
we jisort tu ntakuchimbia kaburi
Coffin ya maneno na vina ka misumari
Atleast utakuwa umetoa fala mmoja hii nchi
ju nimechoka kutembea jobless kwa hii jiji
Nimechoka kutomake doh na nina vipaji
politics sawa tumeachia hawa matajiri
wanaenda job na mapassat kutoka kwa ma kasiri
Wanatusanya doh manze na hata si kisiri
Si walidai pesa kwa wazee mayout wafanye kazi??
How come then hawaezi tuajiri
Nimesoma foreign ideologies kwa kichwa zimesitiri
na bado poverty inaniathiri
siezi enda na mat peak time 120
Lazima ningoje ishuke 30,40,50
Na bado nina dreams za Hummer ama merc e 220
Niwe Nacruise thika road maspeed za 150
Ubaya hizi dreams zohusmashiwa na reality
ati ata ndengu chapati za 40 sipati
Friday, September 23, 2011
MUNGAI, THIS MUNGAI
I have been thinking for over an hour now.turning things over and over in my mind (or at least what is left of it after that illegal stuff the like of Collins and kinyanjui convinced me was good for me back in high school ) looking for a solution to a stinking problem that I have in the incarnation of neighbour.am just baffled by the accuracy of the statement that "the reachability of an itchy spot is inversely proportional to the intensity of the itch", the guy who came up with that phrase must have been a (chemistry) book worm. Considering the language. Anyway as I was saying, am racking my meager brains looking for the best way to kill this cursed neighbour of mine.
Maybe we are not reading (don't forget am the one writing here) from the same page. Mungai, my good for nothing, wretched, conspicuous, infuriating, bald crotched, _and all other demeaning words _next door occupant, must be the most annoying of our species.this is not because his roof doesn't leak like mine, no! Yes,of course It annoys to feel as if the blessed angels Are peeing at you every time it rains because your roof is leaking.what annoys more is that the land lord has refused kata kata to part with a single coin to repair 'em. Last week we (I and four other plot occupants) confronted him say it was haki yetu tu live under good roofs if he wanted rent. The son of a toothless viper just put on one of those badass facial expressions and told us to go on and vacate. Ati he only charges us for the floor and the walls ."ile pubafu inasikia haitafumiria inaesa hamia Sinai watu warikufa wakaacha mîanya".we just walked back into our punctured roofed shacks with our tails between our legs.
Which brings me to my first reason of wanting to massacre(for lack of a bigger word _I was told the word genociding might land me in icc! ) Mungai.
1 . Mungai is a fagot. There's no doubt to that! This guy is a chichi man. How else do you explain how the landlord bought him new iron sheets?? Pliz note I didn't say repair, he was bought crisp new ones. And he hadn't even fuckin accompanied us in our miniprotest. The only explanation is that he dishes out his black asshole to be arsenalid upon by the landlord no woman would risk allowing under her roof.
2.Mungai and weed. Maybe I should remind you that the spaces between the timbers of our wall can easily allow smoke through -specifically weed smoke. This guy does stuff grown the dryness of nyandarua .which make weed concentrated to fatal levels. So when he slowly puffs away in his maskan, I always feel like one watching those rotating chicken at kenchic ; so near yet so far. Sometimes this guy blazes the shashamani shrub from Ethiopia, Uuuui, that stuff is sometimes scented this son of shriveled testicles doesn't share, and I swear to my soil turning ancestors that will kill him to get it.
3. Mungai and his wenches _
I am not exactly what you can call Brad Pitt's competition, but am damn sure am not as ugly as this fella Mungai. He looks like something even the cat would drag out. Ever wondered what God did with the extra clay? Come to our plot and you get a free glance at what kenyapithecus used to look like, but how on earth he gets so much cunt. Every night I get to sleep not due to the creaking of his stupid spring bed. I always try to convince myself that the sucker is wanking but the satisfied look of the women and his freaked smile in the morning prove me wrong ...so as long as this guy Is beating me to everything, I will be planning his murder, in my head. Now, what is that brilliant killing idea knocking at my brain before you interrupted? Maybe buying him a drink ...yokozuna _
Maybe we are not reading (don't forget am the one writing here) from the same page. Mungai, my good for nothing, wretched, conspicuous, infuriating, bald crotched, _and all other demeaning words _next door occupant, must be the most annoying of our species.this is not because his roof doesn't leak like mine, no! Yes,of course It annoys to feel as if the blessed angels Are peeing at you every time it rains because your roof is leaking.what annoys more is that the land lord has refused kata kata to part with a single coin to repair 'em. Last week we (I and four other plot occupants) confronted him say it was haki yetu tu live under good roofs if he wanted rent. The son of a toothless viper just put on one of those badass facial expressions and told us to go on and vacate. Ati he only charges us for the floor and the walls ."ile pubafu inasikia haitafumiria inaesa hamia Sinai watu warikufa wakaacha mîanya".we just walked back into our punctured roofed shacks with our tails between our legs.
Which brings me to my first reason of wanting to massacre(for lack of a bigger word _I was told the word genociding might land me in icc! ) Mungai.
1 . Mungai is a fagot. There's no doubt to that! This guy is a chichi man. How else do you explain how the landlord bought him new iron sheets?? Pliz note I didn't say repair, he was bought crisp new ones. And he hadn't even fuckin accompanied us in our miniprotest. The only explanation is that he dishes out his black asshole to be arsenalid upon by the landlord no woman would risk allowing under her roof.
2.Mungai and weed. Maybe I should remind you that the spaces between the timbers of our wall can easily allow smoke through -specifically weed smoke. This guy does stuff grown the dryness of nyandarua .which make weed concentrated to fatal levels. So when he slowly puffs away in his maskan, I always feel like one watching those rotating chicken at kenchic ; so near yet so far. Sometimes this guy blazes the shashamani shrub from Ethiopia, Uuuui, that stuff is sometimes scented this son of shriveled testicles doesn't share, and I swear to my soil turning ancestors that will kill him to get it.
3. Mungai and his wenches _
I am not exactly what you can call Brad Pitt's competition, but am damn sure am not as ugly as this fella Mungai. He looks like something even the cat would drag out. Ever wondered what God did with the extra clay? Come to our plot and you get a free glance at what kenyapithecus used to look like, but how on earth he gets so much cunt. Every night I get to sleep not due to the creaking of his stupid spring bed. I always try to convince myself that the sucker is wanking but the satisfied look of the women and his freaked smile in the morning prove me wrong ...so as long as this guy Is beating me to everything, I will be planning his murder, in my head. Now, what is that brilliant killing idea knocking at my brain before you interrupted? Maybe buying him a drink ...yokozuna _
YOUR TEXTS
I don't think you know
That my mind you blow
Everytime a text you send
finally arrives at this end.
My Heart starts to palpitate
And my brain gets into a blank state
I wish there was something I could do...
Just to be near, see, love and talk to you.
I don't know if you feel the same
The same way when you see my name.
this warm fuzzy feeling
That leaves me craving ...
Wishing I could attach myself to a text
And wait for what would happen next
...damn..all am just trying to say
Is that every of your texts fills me with inexplicable joy.
That my mind you blow
Everytime a text you send
finally arrives at this end.
My Heart starts to palpitate
And my brain gets into a blank state
I wish there was something I could do...
Just to be near, see, love and talk to you.
I don't know if you feel the same
The same way when you see my name.
this warm fuzzy feeling
That leaves me craving ...
Wishing I could attach myself to a text
And wait for what would happen next
...damn..all am just trying to say
Is that every of your texts fills me with inexplicable joy.
A POEM FOR YOU
Its long since I started writing,
and many are poems of my drafting,
Some of love, in my handwriting,
Many, to you, I've thought of dedicating,
but none is really fulfilling
None reflects what am feeling
None explains the magic you are doing.
Right now am trying to write
Am inching bit by bit
Separating words of love from hate.
trying to sieve out the crap and shit
separating what I feel from what I feel not
But its so fucking difficult
seems I can't and Damnit!!
Somewhere in this mess that's me Is a spark
something special and sweet
a fire lit by you thats burning in there
Lighting up my soul's dark pits
And cheering me up.
The mere memory of you churns up my mind
making my heart to skip too many beats
Which makes my legs weak
And I fall
fall for you
fall in love.
it makes me loose the Rhyme
incase you haven't noticed
but it also makes me stronger,reenforced.
Reminding me of conversations we've had
And promises we've made
and many are poems of my drafting,
Some of love, in my handwriting,
Many, to you, I've thought of dedicating,
but none is really fulfilling
None reflects what am feeling
None explains the magic you are doing.
Right now am trying to write
Am inching bit by bit
Separating words of love from hate.
trying to sieve out the crap and shit
separating what I feel from what I feel not
But its so fucking difficult
seems I can't and Damnit!!
Somewhere in this mess that's me Is a spark
something special and sweet
a fire lit by you thats burning in there
Lighting up my soul's dark pits
And cheering me up.
The mere memory of you churns up my mind
making my heart to skip too many beats
Which makes my legs weak
And I fall
fall for you
fall in love.
it makes me loose the Rhyme
incase you haven't noticed
but it also makes me stronger,reenforced.
Reminding me of conversations we've had
And promises we've made
Friday, August 5, 2011
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