Steps help move up or down
Spoil not cham with a frown;
Gait, speech reveal class
Pace, pause reflect class.
I am in shackle
My heart’s wrists tied to his
Holding his heart in my hands
The evidence before this court of fantasy
For committing the crime of love
To protect this heart
I want to fight
I want to fight
To get hold the waft of…
This aroma of Vanilla
My mind is a prison baibe
I got you convicted in my mind
You bang the walls of my mind everywhere
Graffited my walls, I see you baibe
Draw me to that wall, make my memory last
I want put dre over my head
So I could feel those beats
You echo in my mind
Your cham, surely..
I want to fight
I want to fight
Fight and darken my berry for you
I want to look at you
With my moonlight eyes
In my darkskin tonight,
Look up and see the stars on my face
My two moons and 32 stars customized for you
My baibe get over the stars into my galaxy
You can stay under my moonlight
Watch me over
Flowing like the nile
Meandering through your black valleys
Feel the roaring of my river
Even if you mask your ears
You will feel it
For you to feel this…
I want to fight
JACKIE OILY PALMS
I recall them days that i lived
at the east coast of Kenya
then a college boy
We lived at the hostels near customs
in a place near an animal orphanage
Hallers park- near Bombolulu town
Where coastal s loved to partake
sweet palm wine straight from
the palm trees all over the region
Me Georgie and Jackie
then best of buddies
went to try out the wine
Started out on the real wine
before they offered us 'cham'
claiming its oil from the palms
First taste i know its locally distilled spirits
very potent and lethal.. i edge my buddies off
but despite.. they decide to partake the spirit
back to the eatery Jackie now eating
from the dinning table apparently those
who partake palm oil don't need plates
Jackie following day too sick cant attend classes
we did-int tell him the secret that me and Georgie
threw up all we drank from our delicate stomachs
Brave Jackie held it in and Memo had to comfort him
..Sorry Jackie you have malaria fever and your so sick..hic..
we dint let go that twas the palm spirits haunting our Jackie
lewis k NYAGA
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