Nyoremo the beauty from across,
Her shape like petals of a rose,
Her face,shiny like dew on grass,
She is lost in the mountains,
I can’t really trace,
If you see Nyoremo….
Tell her am dying young

The learned girl from the lake,
The only genuine woman, others are fake,
My heart rattles like the metal grill,
It aches nonestope-twenty four hours a day,
Tears rolling dow my faded face,
Nyoremo…save my soul from pains,
If you see Nyoremo…
Tell her am fading away.

The suits you used to wash are now rags,
The rags that erases your last footprints,
I curse the door you used to pass,
That day you went to ‘Buore’- Nairobi,
Was I wrong to send you to school?
To get a degree like your fellow women?
Nyoremo….If you are listening
Come,pull me out of this mud

The memories of the moments keep lingering,
The meeting under the moonlight haunts,
In your deep dimples I used to hide my grief,
Your smile was the liberation,
From the chains of fortune I was chained to,
The university has swallowed my morning star,
The” hungry vulture” took her to the hills of Mavoko,
She left me in the shadows of death,
‘Nyoremo jaber nyiri…’ come rescue my soul
If you see Nyoremo….
Tell her I will die for LOVE

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Dear sons of the soil,
The soil black as the Lybian oil,
The land of no laziness but toil,
The land where Nangabo himself hail
Your son is coming back from jail

It is December again my people,
Clean that place near grandmother’s ruins,
Our usual meeting place I mean,
The same spot we shade our blood to the ancestors,
As we dared the talented African “surgeons”
The spot where our foreskins dropped
As a sign of unity with the fore fathers
Am coming to collect the memories long lost

Visit Khainga the village brewer,
Tell him to ferment some maize and millet flour,
Remember we brew not because we are rich
But it is good for kinsmen to do so
Tell Nyangweso to be in charge of the meals
To roast the meat and add some “aliya”
Am coming we quench the long time thirst
As i clear the tearges smoke from my throat

It is December again kinsmen
Lets gather under the moon light
Irrigating out throats..
Let the kinsmen drink and bite
Let us dance to the tunes,
Of the sweet “Isukuti” beats
As we celebrate your son’s come back
From the ‘jail’ of Nairobi
Where teargas is the air we breath
Let us merry…it is December kinsmen

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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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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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Natella the true African woman,
The beauty of the morning sun,
The silky hair that always shine,
When around me all is fine,
Lucky me for you are mine…

Natella the chief’s daughter,
The gap between the teeth brings laughter,
Turns sweet what was bitter,
Your voice sweeter than a guiter,
Its silent noise makes me better,
Natella the chief’s daughter,
You make my future brighter…

Put on the shiny dera,
The birthday gift you got from Vera,
Stand still infront of the mirror,
Let me view the curved figure,
The figure that gives me vigour,
To work hard… this summer,
To maintain it Natella…

The beauty of the mountains,
Feel proud for this is your day,
Show the dimples,deeper than fountains,
Feel the air turbulance like a fly,
I am taking you to our plains,
To be your new home…I say.

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The sun has gone to sleep
And the moon reigns in humility
From above the stars peep
Ruling over the caged humanity
In me the midnight thoughts sink deep
Thoughts of humans robbed of ability
An empire with the king a sleep
And subjects tortured in cruelty

Thoughts of the once peaceful plain
The valleys of life and streams of hope
Whose incessant voice is now a pool of pain
Every sweet moments seem to have lost grip
An empire that sacrifices but has nothing to gain
No one to rickindle in us the lost hope
All the liberation efforts gone in vain

The skull aches with thousand thoughts
Thoughts that robes the patriots a sleep
Bringing thousands of midnight doubts
The moon is giving us the false hope
For the day is rulled with un numbered gunshots
Innocents send six feets deep
The once white empire painted red
These thoughts… Are blisfull midnight thoughts

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From a distance beyond this horizon
The wind bends the tress as they sway
The ground around cracks, the sand is blown
I raise my eyes to the blue sapphire sky
There stands the beauty I had never seen

From a distance by the river bank
Beyond this ridge and valley landscape
My breath stopped and the mind sunk
As I felt the romance in this gap
As the waves simultaneously bulged and shrunk
From a distance I felt the romance of the sun
In nature’s love I was drunk

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At that untold junction
Joining the two fithy,dusty paths
Bathed by the long traditional ‘osinde’grass
That kissed the ground with their long tongues
The grass whose dew washed our feet
At that junction….
My silent whispers irritated the ears

At that junction in the woods
That joined the paths to our earthly heaven
The junction that knew no hate nor jealous
My long blinded eyes for once saw
They saw the misteries that nature hided in secracy
At that junction in the woods
The heart opened as the eyes witnessed
The natural forces pulling two beings together
Then slowly the hearts joined
And blew up in a hot blazing flame of love

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Life sucks like a siphoning pipe
Situations hard and life unpredictable
With tears all over and no one to wipe
Life mishandles you until you become vulnarable
Regret not but give it a second try
Time is a healer, soon you will enjoy

When small hills look like unbearable mountain
And life seems to have closed its fountain
Looking lost in jungles and lonely plain
Hope is the best thing to maintain
For time heals; time is a healer
Give it time and it will be over

When once sweet life tastes bitter
Bitter than the crushed  lemon water
Trying hard but can’t find anything better
When sadness knocks evicting the laughter
And the silent problems sounds louder
Don’t force a smile to come your way
Give it time and you will be okay

Life is a cycle of laughter and tears
Laughter that bring smile; tears that bring fears
At times you suffer and nobody cares
Some cheering; others jeers
So when you are down persist in prayers
Then give it time you will receive fevours
                Because time is a healer

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The elders of Sakwa are upset
Their men have denied them a treat
Don’t you see their tears during the sun set
Rolling down the sacred stones of Seme in regret
Can’t you hear them spitting out flames of hate
In the quietness of the midnight darkness?
The gods of the village are upset
And are warning of the dangers that awaits
Maybe earthquake or something close to that
That will turn the land of the hills into dust
Hurry to the streams before it is late
To the sacred hill where Ramogi always sat
Take the white ram, young and fat
Treat the elders and save us from the wrath