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.


Quiescent Mirrors

There are times that you will look in the mirror and smile at your reflection.

And Then,

there are those moments when you will look in the mirror and smile at the one behind the reflection.

Cherish the last,

Because in it, my Fairest one
Lies the Magnificence of Your story.


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.

You’re Limited

Love makes us ignore that our abilities are limited.

It Makes kids promise their parents grand things,
And They go on their lives indebted to those promises.

It Makes a fiancee give it all up,
And expect heaven in return.

Perhaps Love is too much for a Man to carry.

The promises that comes with it are mountainous.
And so is the weight.
He has to carry it all, because the spirit has to feed.

The satisfaction is priceless but the sacrifice balances it out.

And it’s eternally true that Man is meant to derive fulfillment from sacrifice.

The Real colors a Man.

Like his intentions, The real colors of a man are unseen.

Hidden and well concealed.

Lurking in the shadows of good words and a nice smile .

Scrambling and scratching beneath the lies to seem nice.

But as you know,

Intention is a sneaky snake,

lying low,

burrowing in fake smiles and obvious compliments,

Camouflaging in the green Grass of your inner circle,

Flattening itself in the corridors of your happiness, unseen.

Spying around sheepishly to know exactly what makes you smile more.


Jealously learning your flaws and aggressively adjusting the mask.


putting up faces.

I mean, How many faces have you been fooled into?

The Intentions of a man lie deep.

so deep for a pretty face to mask it well.



Protect your heart, Sometimes it’s not as strong as you Imagine it is.

Guard your soul, for I assure you it is fragile.

Fragile, to recklessness.

And sometimes,

Sometimes, People can be exactly that.

The Wishing Well.

In words, they wish you well,

In their acts, they will give you hell.

Intentions are invisible, I wish I could guard my steps around people.

My circle is small, I’m still throwing my coins to the well.

Intentions are Hidden, but I’m hoping to stay pure and do well.

I think eyes are mirrors, you can see through them if you look well,

But some are just tinted, their intentions are concealed too well.

Who can I trust with my heart, when dishonesty continues like a sequel.


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What this Poem Really means;

A wishing well myth is ancient. It was a believed that water hosted deities.

For example in the myth, Odin was asked to sacrifice his right eye which he threw into the well to receive not only the wisdom of seeing the future but the understanding of why things must be.

Although there are different versions to this myth, the most outstanding thing is that people would pray for blessings and favors from deities by throwing something of value in return to the deity of the well.

So when I say:

“My circle is small, I’m still throwing my coins to the well.”

It’s poetically entangled to this myth. We Sacrifice for those closest to us and hope for the best.

Isn’t that what it takes to keep friends and relationships.

Reveal and Heal

She loved it when I was vulnerable,
She Promised she could handle.

Loved the saint in me, but that wasn’t hard to.
She said , The reveal is how love grew,

But It is hard boo,
Peeling off and let it hurt too.

Threw me to her chest, and gently told me her view,
Her tales proved how God made her new.
Boy, you’d startle too, if you knew.

But now, that I see the angle,
You’re God sent my angel.

You’ve dealt me a card of hearts and spades.
With the Spade, I’ll dig out my past,
With my heart, I’ll give you my trust.

Can I deal you my cards of diamond, for the gem that you’re?

Because today,
This very moment,
I’ll peel, it don’t matter the shame.
Each peel, for you to understand.
Every version, for you to see.
All the secrets, I lay down.
At last I can rest, no more hiding.

You. Are. THE ONE.


This poem is for you who have found the one.
The engaged and the newly married.. this is for you❤️


(Updated November 19.2018 )


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I originally wrote this as a guest post on her website.