A Journey of Tomorrow

As the night cold blows through the wooden frame chinks.
It shall not numb my excitement.
It shall not dampen the zing and feverishness in my tummy.
Neither shall it puff away the delight of my past.
For I have always been preoccupied by this jou…
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Just Like I Dreamt

I have resolved to be watchful on what I binge on with my eyes.
I will pause and contemplate on the value of what I look at.
For my dreams are just but a twist and warp of my day’s impressions.
My dreams are just leaps out of the baby’s cot when e…
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Just Like I Dreamt

I have resolved to be watchful on what I binge on with my eyes.
I will pause and contemplate on the value of what I look at.
For my dreams are just but a twist and warp of my day’s impressions.
My dreams are just leaps out of the baby’s cot when e…
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Dancing in the Sky


One day we shall dance in the sky. Above the blue yonder and under the watch of the twinkling stars. We shall close our eyes. And quieten our spirits. To live in that moment of charm and mesmerization. That will be the day she says yes to my p…
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Don’t Tell Them


Don’t tell them yet of our plans. They won’t understand. Because they want us to be like them. They want us to fit into their pseudo-clear imaginations. They want us to mirror them. Keep your words close to your chest. Lest they jump and scre…
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Echoing Silence

Silence is a bird.
Whose journey only begins after the migration of all the birds.
And it sets to soar below the clouds.
Flapping its wings peacefully.
Making its presence known only to those keen to look up the skies.

Its home is in the Far E…
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The Ripples in my Heart


This girl is the cherry in my heart cake. She is the wave that hits my waters. She is the stone that causes ripples in my pond. She is the top layer in my African stew. When she talks, she takes hold of me by her words. When she smiles, she takes m…
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The yellow in my sun


The grilled nyama choma doesn’t excite me as much as she does. It doesn’t give me the feel and satisfaction I get from hanging out with her. The wise ones could say that nyam-chom could take you to sleep; but not love. I ask, why would you want to sl…
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When Will I Love You?


I will love you when the sky’s blue. I will still care when the sky’s grey-black. I will love you when the Southeast winds are blowing. I will still be there for you when the winds are blowing North West. I will love you when the hummingbird sings. …
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