Details |
Kenneth Mwangi Poem
Pave way for your younger brothers, this is the price i have to pay
as 13 year old, first born girl I have no say in my education welfare
my dad by now has already received my bride price
I wonder why we are poor, with a price tag over my womanhood
It a shame mama pima, the local brewer enjoyed my fortune to the last penny
menarche is finally here, I must hide it,
for the 45 year old man would come to collect his due, remember am already paid for
there is no chance that two women can live in the same hut, often my dad will remark
I can hide, but they know where to find me
at the local rescue center, it's already over stretched
At my tenth birthday i wasn't lucky to escape i had to face the knife
Mutilation at least, its not worse than clipping my wings of success
with no education am stuck in the last century
Am taught to be submissive,my sole role to my husband, "the man of the house."
as a woman i see no freedom the shackle are still on my wrist and ankle
is this the free society?
The world is a cycle, efficient in recycling old vices
domestic violence and gender inequality are here to stay
am now a grow woman, and still i conform with the community
the community that downcast the liberal, women of class
my kids are about to be introduced to the "culture"
Divorced am now a single mother, 3 kids and on my early 20s
trying to change a static society landed me to my new status
"I want to lead the world", my 8 year old daughter says.
I want to believe that some day she will be given an opportunity
but i will be no more, coz the culture would have killed me
Copyright © Kenneth Mwangi | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Kenneth Mwangi Poem
CLOSE TO YOU
I never took they time to understand the nature of friendship
Now I lay on my back, my face looking up in the heavens
Fully on a tuxedo, on a Rolex watch and flowers in my hands
An imagined beauty, you all are, gowned with black outfits
Fare the well, you all sound nice as you wave me good bye
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, as I proclaimed
I feel closer to you more than ever
My maker is waiting; I hesitate as am wheeled to the cemetery
Slow pace, you all walk, so as not to disturb my sleep
I feel the peace, such consideration as you all witness my final battle.
Am now gone but I still linger for the intimacy and closeness that I once felt
Am closer to you more than you can imagine.
Copyright © Kenneth Mwangi | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Kenneth Mwangi Poem
Its sad how sucidal thoughts appear to be engraved in our mind
more so when we are at the verge of loosing our mind
i choose life, it is so serene and beautiful and nothing to hide
i wont mind if after life was beautiful as this life
that's why i choose life
the moral decay makes it worth while to breath and be free in this life
how things are sacred make life even more certain
i know a suprime being is watching but am unperturbed
judgement is coming, certainly i don't want to be judged
that's why i chose life
if I be symbolic, i would picture how each day i breath
represent each breath as a satisfaction for each day i see
i would thank my maker for choosing this day
when am gone, if presented by a choice i would chose life
the beauty in life is the uncertainity that surrounds tomorrow
that's why i chose life
Copyright © Kenneth Mwangi | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Kenneth Mwangi Poem
My world is full of possibility is never impossible if you stay clear of negativity
Affirmative action they say, is this possible in the practical life
oppressed and full of dreams, a thin line between what's possible and what's not,
i can achieve it, i despair. Am forced to cling on my feet on the ground my soul up in the sky
am lucky, for karma always finds a balance
vengeful and bitter I watch the sun set, "Tomorrow is another hopeful day," I whisper
Am an engrave rock, stunned to be admired
I bring meaning to words and light to darkness
am a know it all, "But I lack the expertise," she says.
all the nurturing was in vain, I would blame her but thanks to her I saw the light of the world
am grateful for the opportunities am remorse for the wasted chances
I would pass all the blame, then I would be irresponsible
clarity and concise is how I see impossible, its hard not to see my downfall
I would choose you to be my guide then you will cloud my vision
is success hard to come by I wonder? what did you give up to be successful
Its impossible to find answers, my audience is deaf and dump
figure it out at least they answer, written on their faces
It is impossible that I understand, but cruelty has dwelt on me
i really wonder where is the vision that I must struggle to accomplish
confused and uncertain I trend forward hoping one day it will be possible
Impossibility is just a limbo struggle to fight the emotion
Copyright © Kenneth Mwangi | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Kenneth Mwangi Poem
Warm and tender with
no comparison
chest to chest I
feel your heart beat
your hair fragrance
appeals to my
nostrils
your embrace
welcomes my lost
emotions
am lost without your
warm hugs
am lonely without
you by my side
I wish it would rain
hugs just for the
showers to soften
your heart
I wish a century
just live under your
spell
I would dedicate, my
passion just to see
you smile
I would forever
imagine you in my
life
hug kisses have no
substitute but I
wouldn't mind
hugging you for
life!
Copyright © Kenneth Mwangi | Year Posted 2014
|