HOMECOMING

A reply to Dear brothr Odhis
My brother CBO ….
Your letter found me well,
But there is some truth that mama doesnt know,
The woman in question is a billionaire,
She takes care of everything in my life here in Nairobi,
About the food worry not brother,
Nyar Gatundu will take care of that,
She will bring sacks of rice and some oduma,
Our dero will be filled to serve the entire village,
My brother..do me a fevour,
About the toilet please sweet-talk Oyugi wuod Nyapwoyo,
Tell him to allow us us his toilet..Nyar Gatundu will pay in dollars,
The children am coming with are not mine,
But i named them after Okinyo and Akoko,
So as to be accepted at home owadwa…
My brother….
About skin tights and skimpy skirts,
Tell the elders to forgive me,
It is beyond my control,
Tell Nyakwar Gwara to allow us use his borehole for water,
I will give him a ride in Nyar Gatundu’s Benz,
Finally CBO my brother..
Lend me your simba(cottage),
We wont take long time at home.

Your brother
Odhis Wuod Nyager

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THE VILLAGE COCK

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Rabuor the village cock
Your behaviour is now wanting
You are now the village talk
From the hills down to the spring
What you did yesternight was a shock
That left the villagers asking
Who has bewitched Rabuor?

Rabuor the village gardener
The seed you planted in Awino’s virgin plot
Is now germinating
It is growing despite the prolonged drought
Soon it will require prunning
The other neighbour has fenced his plot
To prevent the village cock from trespassing
Who has bewitched Rabuor?

I have heard you are targeting Awinja’s land
That land in the cool valley
The smooth land devoid of sand
You are planning to plant there the barley
As you plan to grab the neighbour’s virgin land

Rabuor the village cock
When you craws the villagers fences their lands
The chief has heard the victims’ plea
And he is now baying for your blood
The village cock….fly to the land in the yonder
Before you become the vultures celebration
Who has bewitched Rabuor?

N/B.. The Name Rabuor is not refering to anyone in particular
           I just used it to pass the intended message
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MISTAKEN IDENTITY

I cant really assertain
If this is my real identity
Because i fail to certify
I guess i lost my sanity
Why am I so different?
Is it that i cant trace my originality
No, this must be a mistaken identity

Me of all of them
Happen to be different in all ways
In this planet where everyone is for fame
I am the only pushing for justice always
My equals claim that to them i bring shame
Because i am not with them in that game
I am for those who dont have a say
They are for fame and name
So we aren’t the same
They are mistaking my identity

I am an alienated being
Can’t trace myself in this society
Where fame and name is the major thing
The sane are now drunk in insanity
Show where is the animal,where is the human being
In this vulture flooded society
Despite this i stand tall and say no to all odds…..
What makes them doubt my sanity
Brother..this is my true identity,mistake it not
Justice i preach,I will retreat not

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SONG OF A WATCHMAN

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Here am to stay,from dawn to dawn
Braving the sturbbon cold of the season
Dreading the magics of the unpredictable nights
Sorrounded by all odds of the night
Where the land,silent as the matyrs grave
But still i like this golden precious job
For it puts a plate of ugali on my table
Where i eat like a king in my own jungle
Am here to stay

All through the night,am always awake
Watching the undying beauty of nature
The beautiful stars and the charming moon
Their light heals me from the pains of the day
As i watch over my master’s ‘gold mines’
The moon watches over me
Giving me a doubted sense of security
In this dreading night,full of all odds
But a question stirs in my mind
Who is watching over my home?

Late in the sweet dreadful night
Am stolen by Mr sleep and taken to slumber land
Where a dream of fantasy runs through my mind
As i count “my wealth” which am watching over
I call my sons in this sweet royal dream
And share out my riches!
Before the dream is cut short by the masters vehicle
Vuuuuuuuum! Vuuuuuuuuuum!
What! I wake up the poor watchman again!

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FADING TUNES

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The mind is at crossroads
Tied by chains of imagination
Inside this hot blazing skull
Is a cold thick cloud of thoughts
Thoughts of the long gone days
Days of the long buried moments

Age is a limiting factor
That robs youthful moments day by day
Hiding them in the subconscious mind
Where they sit lonely and gloomy
But still stirring hard in the skull
Like the stubborn hunger in summer
Making the head to nod and dance
Dance to the tunes of of long forgotten songs

The mind is at the crossroads
Entangled in the bitter sweet childish plays
Where excessive happines would result to crying
And the cry bore happiness
So as i sit on this three legged stool
I dance to the fading childhood tunes
Of the cherished moments long missed
And age is the obstacle,that leaves me at crossroads

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CROWN ME TODAY

These words I say today
Am not tired to say another day
Not that I expect a pay
But am just giving my say
Please crown me today
When my mouth is able to say

If you are keeping my praises
Praise me when the sun rises
Be bold and say my praises
When my hand is able to raise
And clap for myself
Don’t wait until my palms freezes
Those praises will be your own choices

Praise me today
When I am able to hear your voice
Please praise me now
When I can still read your faces
And know if it is genuine
Or absolute malice
Praise me when I still breath
Don’t wait until am silent
Those praises will be your own creations
Praise me today
When my soul is still alive

If am good to you in any way
Let it be known today
Don’t wait until I fade away
Into the unknown the sphere of no return
Say my praises today
When the sun is shining bright
Let my praises be said in the light
And in my own sight
Don’t wait until am no more
And praise me when I can’t listen

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~2016~

SONNET

These fourteen lines of my poem
None is about money or fame
For I have written about the same
In my previous poem
These lines are written for them
To hit them hard and touch them
To make them hide because of shame
For I will spare none of them
This fourteen line poem
Is exclusively for them
Those whose dresses lack hem
Short skimpy and holding them
If they thought of getting fame
This sonnet hits hard on them

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~2016~

MY PETTY FRIEND

Me and you
Our noses face down
You live in town
I live in the bushes
Aren’t we all beings
Breathing same free air
Try to be fair friends
And hold the venom
With which you corode my lungs
Let me just die my own death

The petty friend
Make yourself busy for once
Tenderize your heart
Please let me be free
Let me also grow fat
Your breathe is suffocating
Hold it for a minute
And let me see the next decade

Don’t you also bend low
When tying shoe laces as I do
I hope you do that too
Why do you feel big
As if you have a diamond ore
At that common point
Where your two legs meet
Do you breath medals?
And sneeze diamonds
Oh…………….
The answer is no
So let me be
Let me fly in this swift free air

My petty friend
Like me you have two rounded “pebbles”
Twitching round in our sockets
Like me you also fall asleep
And cry when it is necessary
OK………………..
You live in town
I live in bushes
Does it make us different?
We are still humans
So let me be
Because you don’t cough gold
And vomit dollars

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