Daughter of the Universe

I stand here in tears,
But unashamed,
Never unloved.


But the pieces begin to gain strength.


I’ll let this dream
Lead me on,
To the ends of the earth.


After all,
I’m I still not the daughter of the universe?
Still belong to the one who made the universe?

This is the simple me

This is the simple me



Never will I be ashamed of my sex,
Born a fighter,
And I will be thither



This dark cloud hangs over my head,
I place my palm over my chest
Try to convince myself all is well,
But faster my heart still beats,
Until it stopped and froze still,
Devoid of care or warmth,
Preserved in the cold to hold,
Awaiting that wandering soul,
In a desperate such of a mate-folk,
With that spark igniting talk,
Breaking the ice,lighting the soul,
A glimmer of hope,a dash of love,
A drop of comfort in an empty grail,
A destined solace from a bleak past,
Human chink,source of strength and will…

This thing

This thing that leaves me wondering,
This thing that leaves me bruised,
This thing that gets me scared of the unknown,
This thing that makes me dream,
This thing that gets my head tired brain to think,
This thing that leaves me disappointed,
This thing that has made me lose track of time,
The beginning, the end and transition,
This thing that I can’t define,
This thing so divine,
This thing that is amorphous,
A mystery.


Isn’t the night lookin great?

Lights like a lightworm on and off?

Inviting places for the socialite,

A friends’ weekend out?

Never noticed in the light of day?


Yea it’s Saturday,

Gotta have fun,

It is all beautiful tonight.


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Happy Birthday Wole Soyinka.

Happy Birthday Wole Soyinka.

Well, today, Wole soyinka, one of Africa’s Literary Giants, turns 80 today…#HappyBirthdayWoleSoyinka#…some of his greatest poems, drama and stories are a force to reckon with…I enjoyed reading#DeathandthekingsHorseman# and my favorite poem…#CivilianandSoldier#…very relevant to Kenya today… here we go…


wole soyinka

My apparition rose from the fall of lead,
Declared, ‘I am a civilian.’ It only served
To aggravate your fright. For how could I
Have risen, a being of this world, in that hour
Of impartial death! And I thought also: nor is
Your quarrel of this world.

You stood still
For both eternities, and oh I heard the lesson
Of your traing sessions, cautioning -
Scorch earth behind you, do not leave
A dubious neutral to the rear. Reiteration
Of my civilian quandary, burrowing earth
From the lead festival of your more eager friends
Worked the worse on your confusion, and when
You brought the gun to bear on me, and death
Twitched me gently in the eye, your plight
And all of you came clear to me.

I hope some day
Intent upon my trade of living, to be checked
In stride by your apparition in a trench,
Signalling, I am a soldier. No hesitation then
But I shall shoot you clean and fair
With meat and bread, a gourd of wine
A bunch of breasts from either arm, and that
Lone question – do you friend, even now, know
What it is all about?