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Stephen Githui Poem
If i were given a chance to be born again
i guess i would change anything in my life
i would enjoy the best part of my life
and the worst i would welcome it with two hands
some would want to be born billionaires
but for me i would gladly accept the poverty i have
i can see you laughing at my decisions but sorry
am poor physically but my mind is more than a gold mine
if i were born again i would long for the day i cried the most
the tears i shed makes me stand where i am today
i would ask for that happy day which i received hugs and kisses
for it taught me,just like a coin life is two sided
i would pray the day my heart was broken to come
because it taught me how to fix it
when my love was gone i tried to love myself
then i realized no man is an island because God was still loving me
i would celebrate the day i was depressed
and the day i thought i was most stressed
i would wait for the day my life was messed
because through all this am blessed
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EDUCATION MY OPTION
That i can add one plus one thanks to education
its a hammer that makes me build a good reputation
its the backbone and the pillar of our great nation
i treasure it like oxygen, that, i have to mention.
Mama and papa please take me ton school
marriage is not for me in really need that knowledge
its the key to the door leading to a good life
it may be a muddy pool but in it i wonna dive.
you say its roots are bitter but for sure the fruits are sweet
like dice pineapples the sweetness just drip
then flows like a river carrying along a bright future
converting me from a simple to a perfect creature.
we all live ones but education never ends
just like technology it always trends
its not like fashion it always stands
thats why i crave to have it even if a shred.
Apart from safaricom, education is the better option
in my heart it owns the largest portion
give me a pen and a paper and i will start a motion
walking through my course in education, all the way to my promised nation
Copyright © Stephen Githui | Year Posted 2016
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MAMA I MADE IT
SMILING HAS BEEN ME, THANKS MAMA I MADE IT
tough has been life but with you i hacked it
am a king with no crown and for that i will make you proud
its true i was born a gang star but coz of you am now a star
i wasn't born with a sliver platter but happiness is my dress code
dining with kings i stopped i do it with my queens
losing is not me i drink from my trophies
behind every successful man... that's my mum
waking me up early to go to school, i hated you for that
am sorry that was my young mind, ironically am a teacher
you taught me with every move you made, in the school of life am a graduate
sleeping since become my enemy coz i realized the early bird catches the worm
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Stephen Githui Poem
My best day in life, you signed up in my heart
you got my heart beating, you gave it a new password
you are what is in my mind,because in it your profile picture i have uploaded
the four letter word always on my lips, because on my timeline you are always posted
In my heart you are tagged, your love so great in my timeline i will not share
other women i ignore when they try to poke me
because you and everything that comes with you,i have already liked
what i pray is that you will never block me
and i promise in your life never to log out
What i will do is follow you like twitter
accept you friend request and hash tag your name
make our love so perfect that no one can edit
because when talking about sexy women you top the merit
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The sun is jealous,because she is hot
her face is smooth,it got no spot
for beauty she a goddess,and here is her salute
her voice so soft,like that of a flute
She walks like a queen,making the world stand still
even if a crime, for her a glance you would steal
because giving a warm smile,to her is like a skill
and thou an amateur,the game she know how to kill
PERFECT is her name,because with no make up she looks the same
i swear i would be a poacher,if she were a game
shooting her with my romantic arrow,would be my aim
and if my future was to be bright,she would be my dream
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When she enters that door "the beautiful ones are not yet born" to you will become a fallacy
to know that she is the most beautiful will not require literacy
without her the stars can not form a galaxy she is like a product from a true prophecy
and i swear i will never leave her even if she were a legacy.
Even when time stands still i will love her still
its true am heartless my heart she did steal
her beauty is out of this planet, and yes, she is real
although am a true saint for her i would kill.
She is the kind that makes you fore go your designer outfit when she exposes her dirty linen
thou am a neighbor to hell she makes me fill like in heaven
her reputation got no competition, she is second to none
and i swear she would make a priest put a ring on it if she were a nun.
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About the sleeping pills I need an overdose
buy me a new blanket or shoot me in the head
so that I can sleep for life and always dream about her
I need a new bed because I see her while am sleeping
Never wake me up I will never open my eyes
sleeping is my obsession I can't exchange it for anything
you may call me a lazy bone but am always busy
looking for my dream girl in my dream world
Oh Go, thanks for the night time to sleep again
hell no! the day is here I will pretend am sick
am about to my proposal why are you waking me?
please give me two minutes to convince her for a come we stay
To me never say good night I need an R.I.P
I don't need a super bed the coffin works for me
the sleeping pills eish! I need a bullet
to sleep for life and meet my dream girl
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I wish to die with your arms holding me
with my head lying on your chest
being comforted by the warmth of your breasts
making my heart shout you are the dearest
I wish to die with your name being the last to mention
so that the whole world can know you are my miss
i wish to die with your lips being the last to kiss
because only then will i rest in peace
I wish to die with you being the last to see
so that i can take your image with me
in heaven or hell i will use it as my profile picture
and whenever i see it i will always remember
I LOVE YOU
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Stephen Githui Poem
When opportunities don't opens door for you
be creative and pass through the window
when your room is too dark use your sixth sense
and make a crack on the wall to at least let in some light
to shine on your life book for your life book for you to draw your future
when every thing is gone,hold tight ton your breath
to stay alive and when that seems impossible
may success be your death wish and victory build your tomb
when your heart is broken, make life your wife until death do you apart
if you acted on the first scene you can also feature on the next
keep the script in your mind and let hope be your co-actor
faith be your director and failure the bad boy
as long you are breathing,
make hoping against hope your career
even if your future seems dark
you can paint it with a brighter colour
that will even irritate the eyes of the blind
if they don't love you,never judge them
may be they are too broke to afford some love for you
they make you cry daily
use your tears to irrigate your success
and if it grows ask them to help in harvesting
if stuck in traffic
leave the car and start the walk
even if through hell,you can find warm water
even if through hell,you can find warm water for a cool bath
or a cup filled with hot coffee.
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Whenever I close my eyes, their faces come to me
the good times we had, always haunt me
my heart is always hurt, because they left me
and the day we said goodbye, is always cursed by me.
I wish I never met them, but I guess that was fate
so I wish it lasted for ever, that's the day we met
I remember their smiles, they were like of lovers in a date
my friends I treasure them, and are always my great.
Alice was good, but I think Agnes was the best
apart from those two, the rest were the best
this tear are theirs, because they were my dearest
I miss them so much, can you help Mr. president?
The last stanza is for monic, and my dearest Ruth
although it's a sin, killing for them is worth
my love for them, can only be described as mammoth
because they give me a reason to live, even if life is uncouth
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