A Matter of time.

And just as much as the heart of man is capable of self- destruction, it is incredibly capable of self- healing. Mostly, it’s a matter of time.



Our own Mysteries,

we never get to solve them

-Not entirely.

Even when we feel we understand ourselves,we remain strangers to ourselves each day.
Never knowing what we’re like if this and that happens.

Never certain – just hopeful.


In the wee hours of the night,
when the crickets gather for a midnight hymn,
and the moon skelters by this 2AM clouds.

my thoughts echo deeply into the night.

My mind untraceable,
The skyline faintly visible to sight.

And With well defined senses,
You can nearly smell the flavor of these colored city lights.

The music of nocturnal creatures playing unorganized wild tones,
It’s almost musical to the ears.

I almost can’t tell how much there is to feel in one night.

But I can at least attest to;
The Taste of rooftops past midnight.

It’s not only calming.
You can purely feel your heart and mind touch.

O! I’d let the hyperbole slide by,
But these kind of nights are
Divinely intoxicating.

{-Of Late nights, city life and Rooftops}

Shadows of Deadbeat Dads

He was too busy for your very first birthday,
then he wasn’t there when you learnt how to speak,
At first, mother was the only important person you knew..
Then, something hit you..
your friends got picked from school by men, all called by the same name”Dad”.
That name left so many unanswered questions,
“Mom,Do I have a Dad too? ”
“Janet got a dad and Brian too,do I have one too? ”
‘Yes’ wasn’t good of an answer..
“Can I meet him? Why is he not here😟?”
The thought of him boggled your childhood mind.
All it did was make you mad and curious!
20 years later he still didn’t come home but you saw some pictures or met him once..
Can’t explain it but Your life is full now. Because mother found a way to fix that hole..
You still crave it, subtly.. but it doesn’t tear you apart as it first did..
If he ever thinks of you, love you or even cares if you exist is a mystery..
Today maybe father’s day But you know clearly who took that mantle and gave you the world like no other..
Say thank you mother for filling that hole and for being strong for me..
Thank you for not giving up like he did..
Sorry for having to raise a child on your own without a loving partner.. thank you for overlooking heartbreak to nurture me.. for everything
Say it all, remember how strong she has been for you to be where you are now.. she deserves it all.. remind her she Did it!
She is your Hero and the only soul that valued you beyond anything else!
Happy recognition day to these souls..

Be it a guardian or a mother appreciate them.
Those with responsible fathers in their lives.. you’re the luckiest! Remember them as well.


The Storm (Why Me?)

” Why me?” Is The most unbearable part of being in pain.

It is beyond what one deserves.

To the man who watched his wife and child burn in his car after the fatal accident on our Kenyan highway…

To the little girl who lost her life for a ‘stray bullet’ in a fight for power…

To the mother nursing her head cuts from a violent husband…

To the kid on the street without any parental love..

To anyone going through a storm in your life.. NOTHING LAST FOREVER..

Don’t Hate yourself… This life is a weather system in it’s own. You are in a Hurricane. Hurricanes run out of energy eventually. Hold on.

The Storm will pass.

Remember Nothing comes as a surprise to God.

In the Name of Politics, Who cares?

Hail all Kenya! ..

Welcome Back to the year of delusional decisions..

Where you’re told your conjugal rights stand no chance in the Name of politics.

Welcome to Kenya where unknown number of Kenyans will die in public hospitals, but who cares?

We may have tweeted a Cabinet secretary out of office But who said we won’t vote her back?

We have mourned about extra judicial killings, about Jacob Juma, and of course we cursed the government but we can sweep those outcries under the carpet now, in the Name of politics.

Here is what you’ll come to learn about politics: lies are designed to sound like the truth and murder to sound respectable.

This is the season Kenyan voters call it ‘their time’… It’s is the time for poor people to ball on the power they posses in their wallet with that voting card..

They will talk so loud and even attend the political meeting to floss about how the ball is in their court to decide, talk of how tired they are. Reminicse on the past four terrible years of corruption and poor services..but in the Name of politics all this adversities are things of the past.

this ‘power’ in their pocket has a price of money and promises and its all bought in the name of politics.

But who cares? We lament and forget just as soon as those political ploys are recited to us..

On August 31 you’re on your own, and the seating government awaits your money for taxation.. So who has the power now?

In the name of politics, We forget our daily transactions are fueled to build this breaking Nation.
In the name of politics, you spent restless days to get some cash to survive , while the government waits on it on a rotating seat to yet AGAIN TAX YOUR HARD-EARNED MONEY!!

But who cares, ??

..in the end we have to line up and vote whoever we choose to..


Its your right to vote but don’t be anyone’s slave -BM