Don’t let mistakes of days past.
And groans of pains unjust,
Nip away your growing buds.
You will Blossom🌹


Ying Yang

There is something invisibly tangible in me,
Something hollow,
Something dark.
Partly me and partly not,
Often insatiable, seamlessly irrational.

It’s a perfect swing of the pendulum.
I can push it away… But predictably I know,
Sooner or later.
I freaking know… it will be crushing back on me.
Burdening the hell out of my will.
The will to try,
the will to change myself,
The will to give it another push,
The fucking will to even be noble.
And then, in silence,
It makes me wonder,
Are we all burdened with a touch of hell within?

– Ying yang.

To A time Beyond.

Poetry has opened up a part of my mind to ecstasy.
And now the same mind that looked for meaning, creates it.

The same heart that searched for beauty in glamorous things, splurges a luxurious feel to the ordinary.

Maybe poetry is a stream gushing beneath the surface.
Meandering and leaving gemstones along the river Banks for anyone who wants to follow the trail.

I wonder where it leads to.

I wonder if maybe this is the language to the soul.
The therapy to it all.

Is imagination a glimpse of a different life,

I hear the whispers sometimes,

Perhaps it’s a nostalgic moment to a life we were meant to live.
Way Before Adam listened to Eve.


Kenya was born with demons, we still fight in vain.
We’ve been in the gutter for eons, we’re still among the millions in chains.
Shut up Rich Kid, you don’t know the taste of lemons, don’t you dare complain.
I was Born into poverty, so I grew up with disdain.
I can’t be a minion, to a system that is veiled.
With people in power who act like they care but in action they bail.

They have Failed to help Kenyans but in their speeches they claim;
To fix the system, aren’t we tired that they keep harping of the same.

Flying in and out on peasant’s pocket.
And Even snatch his Land without empathy or solace.

This nation awakes in struggle each morning,
Only to go back at night and snore in agony.

The youth hold onto their dreams of hope .
Only to wake up to their screens and choke.

A Nation of the Unemployed and the Pitiful.
Have you seen how they Give Meager profits to the dutiful?

It’s okey I have seen it too.
But Should we blame the Fat pigs for corruption, or the people who do nothing but spread the flu.
Because here We’re on Twitter stuck with complaints and nothing else to do.
But who can undo it, when corruption here sticks harder than glue.

I Paid taxes to feed the pigs, unbelievable!
The balance couldn’t even pay my dues.
oh, believe me bro.
So Why should urchins bother with bread when it’s cheaper to sniff the glue?

We have a broken system with broken families, is there a way to be softer with the truth?
I mean Look at our Children homes, the abortion rates, do you want me to stop giving you the clues?
How else do you think we will grow.

When we can’t see the gore?

Maybe The solution is lost, and with it the hope too.

These look like the Fruits of a barren system.
And The organic truth of our current lifestyle.

Have you seen how They circulate big drugs at a poor man’s rate,
But sell clinical medicine at a Rich man’s rate?
I’ll let you see the divide and why the rift is veiled.
I’ll let you know why the poor man chooses to escape,
While the drug dealer feeds on His bread.
Why politics can feed you lies and you’ll still choose to eat on their plates.

Starting a blue Economy promising a big change,
Do you see the monotony in everything they say?

A Dude on radio is screaming about real change,
Artists on Twitter are still crying for a fan base.
Can we Change the nation from it’s stink?
For We Seem to be on the verge,look closely this is the brink.