ITINERANT LOVE

Ode to an itinerant love
hawkers of affection

you are a wanderer
a spent cartridge
waiting for a good samaritan
to rescue your tortured biomass

but where you stand
only vultures of utility reside
whence then shall come your redemption?

you are a Kenyan girl
scarred by the rush for waterfalls
you are a Nairobi one
all but now time barred

the irony of sacrifice
to crave sunshine
but stand in the rain

you are a Kenyan girl

© February 2012

YOU ARE US

there will be untidy turns in the road ahead
bridges without guardrails
insane users of this, our road
but you are the best of 'em all

there will be moments of intensity
and moments of lull
of high adrenaline and cold chilling spells
there will be cheerleaders unto darkness
never get carried away
for you, today
are the driver of our collective tomorrows

before we grasp the hate
remember only the love
not relationships vandalised
of their sense of humanity
there will be time for remembrance

relax.

© February 2012

LIBREVILLE, by night

Sister sistah
i saw u last night
at the lobby of Hotel Residence Maisha

like a feather
caught in a windy night-sky
you glided in - elegant
hot as the Indian masala
my other eye ached in appreciation
as i envied the gent waiting at the lobby
to lead your delectable self
unto this expensive slaughterhouse

is it you i saw again this morning
by the humongous kingly gates, outside
standin
alone
and haggard
waiting for a ride?

good morning Sister sistah

aah!
ways of the night
ills of the dark

like the coming soccer finale
the night ..must've been taxing
like an over-trodden village path
You're no more the glorious beauty

and your eyes....
you must've cried a bit
tears of joy tears of pain
tears,
but tears the same

go home sister

go home sistah
for i too have a flight to catch
KQ will probably be late
but Libreville i must depart
i wanna go home

  © February 2012

FREEDOM

I feel the urge
to write about love
that over-celebrated
state of mental disequilibrium

but to write is to contradict me
think of a freed slave
fleeing all but into the waiting arms
of a former master,
unseeing the concealed leash

i am free from such cardio-mediocrities
for now

but how do i avoid the bandwagon
without losing my sanity

i am free,
now and always

to love is to be prejudiced
at least in favor of singularity!

 © February 2012