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Best Poems Written by Olive Wambui

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21st Century Love

Ilianza na masalamu za hewani.
"Niaje".
Masmile za confusion,
Fusion ya lust na trust,
Compilation ngori ju huoni mahali mnafikishana
Mbio za ujana huishia kitandani,
Au kwa cell ndani.

Makosa ni kukosa kuona future
Kwa mkono nikatattoo hour glass,
So that every morning nikiamka kwa bed yake najua ni turn ya another lass.

Same script,same characters.
Vijana ni wale wale.
Pangoni ni pale pale.
Set huchange na weatherman.
Ndio hata socks huwa ni question ya aftermath.
Virusi ama shopping list ya mapampers
But
Bands still made her dance.
She discovered the secret to it all nikunyamaza and smile like Mona Lisa,
Kutumbukiza vidole kwa maji ya uhai
Ndio ata kesho ukimwai,asubuhi bado dignity na ngwai ziko mkononi mwake.

Sala na ibada ikawa ni lazima
Ju hujui next time inakupatia wapi...kwa mama Bima ama kwa kina nonini.
Ndio Nani...saa ngapi...
Masharti tuliwachia kina baba na mama,
Tukipatana just make sure tunaheshimiana
Maneno ya fanya hivi,usifanye...ni hadithi ya wahenga.
Hakuna love.
Love nikujilove.
Love nikuamini ukipata ball na Jina yako si MRS
We ni single mother.
Kuishi na yeye ni kalongo ya baba na mama,
Lazima brikicho itachezwa usiku.
Machozi ni ile ile,barabara iko vile vile umeitengeneza ju ulikubali kuketi kwa meza na kunegotiate love.
Hakuna tafauti na geneza,6 feet under
Mchanga ikiongezwa.

Usiulize kwa nini mashonga ni wengi
Na kila Dame ni lesbian,
Wamatha na vitambi wanateka maboy,
Masponsor ndio lingo ya wababa
Harusi na watoto kageuka biashara.

Ntaplay along
Na delusion ya Prince charming na white horse.
Lakini deep down,
Hakuna love.

2016.

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Gratitude

I felt my pocket.
It was there,I walked on.
My hard earned money.
Saved for 3 months.
To please
'Her sweetness'.
Beauty beyond oral and written expression.

Roses, stilletos,handbags,
Make-up,latest fashion 
Hair did,manicure, pedicure
...all cures for my queen.

The season for lovers was back.
Everything perfect,no blunders.
A candle-lit dinner under the stars.
Warm fire by the table,buffet on the table. My love in my arms.

On one knee 
Under the moonlight did it pop.
With unassuared assurance of a positive feedback.

And why not?
My hard-earned money surely bought me the sun,this time around.

"Thanks for everything. But marriage,no thanks!"
Black clouds.Heavy rains.
Drenched, I watched the sun disappear behind the dark sky.


2008.

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The Awakening

I was born of two beings.
My father.My mother.
Raised in a house of five.
Four,my beautiful sisters.
Lovely as it could be.
Yet,I am always different.

Queer they called me.
Many couldn't talk to me.
As a young one,I spoke truth like the sharp of a blade.
Yet,I was tired of being lonely.

So I taught myself to lie.
To paint a different colour to the aura of my character.
An aura that would make them not run.

I am as normal as you and them.
But through my brown eyes;even when wide shut,
I still see beyond the colour of dark.
I see through men's hearts.
I hear the sounds of those beyond.
In my sleep,I travel to people's lives.
I feel their pain and discomfort.
Those that they hide so deep in their skins you can't tell it is corroding their being.

I can hear your thoughts.
Not all.But I can hear them.
I can tell a soul full of malice and a soul full of spite a distance away.
Yet,I still love most the evil ones.

I am no demon.
I bow to no Satan.
I pray to Yaweh in Jesus name.
I  am a warrior!
My mission is to break the chains of the system.
My name is Olive.
Beauty among the Star Children.
My name is Peace..
That is my mission.

I am an Indigo child!
I speak publicly today that it may be known!
A warrior like many of my kind living among you.
Behind us are the Crystal and Rainbow Children.

I speak to my Kind!
Rise up!
The war has begun!

2016.

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Crazy Chicken Recipe

When my daughter turned three,
I thought to make a special for two
Picked my pans,cups,and spoons
Off to Mugambi,the local cook.

"Cut the onions,tomatoes and Bell peppers
Add corriander,garlic and chic-chops
Cook to a fine simmer.
Add spices.
Next,the rest of the chops
All,mix them in 'em crumbs"
Said the old grump.

Such a boring recipe 
I thought.
To the egg,to the pan 
And it was a finished course.
A fine dish it was,
Fine like crazy chicken!


2016.

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Heart Trick

Beneath the smoke
Rises the fire,the spark
That makes the eye twinkle
The spark...
A little yellow flame shining in the dark
Illuminating a big light 
On these black pota.

An aroma of sweet smelling incense
Rising to the clouds,
And from a far I can swear I see all your faces smiling.
These black pots!
I told you I'll find them, din't I?
See now we cook from our huts again
Smell that mama...
I can't begin to explain how surreal this is!

Remember the days 
We would all sit by a fire like this 
And papa would play his flute.
What was that tune again?
Do you remember the laughter ringing into the dark of nights like this?
And we would cook in these black pots merrily!
Meats of all kind!


Mama!
Do you remember how we would eat it all...
The meat,and fall sick?
Oh,how I miss those days,mama!
But the poison...
It was never the meat,ma!

The pots!
It was the bloody pots!
I saw them!
They grew teeth and bit the meat?
I thought they were friends!?

But you know,mama?
That's exactly what happened in the neighbour's kitchen!?
It's like maddness!.
Black pots turning against the meat!
Now the meat wount stop crying.
All the slaughter house are flooding with blood!
Blood,ma!!!
Why would the pots do that?
I thought the head was no good without the neck,
The heart nothing without the valves!
Isn't it maddness,ma!

But at least I found them!
They were sad and ran away,
They said sorry though!
Please come back!.
And the meat came back too!
The old days are back,ma!


2016

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Coup D Etat

These four walls.
Silent and old like a willow tree.
I look at you and cry green,solid tears!

These four walls 
That have housed my mother,her mother, her mother and her mother before!
What is your intent!?

How many more will drown in these four walls,
Before the day breaks!?
I curse you!You bloody walls!
Had I the strength of Samson,I would break you down and build a forest where you stand!

These four walls!
Four silent walls full of wisdom!
I hear you laugh with the rain and dance with the sun,
Yet you stand so innocently before me!

ENOUGH!
Enough of you four walls!
I will masturbate in your presence to the
Sexiness of my dreams!
Dreams I will realise even in your silence
And Cum the white cream of pride
On you,four walls!

I will birth,
So strongly the future of my life
And let the Ng'wees of my new child
Ring forever in your closed ears!
Ears that have heard me raped over,and over,and over by the silence of the world every time I reached out!!

These four walls,
Standing mightly like a fortress
Will be the foundation of my empire!!!

2016.

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Reply To I Will Not Marry By Mars

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Sing a song little birds
Remind me once more the old adage.
What happens when a prince denies his crown?
Refuses his own and leaves his mother with a frown?

Sing a song little birds...
Our hearts hurt and oozing puss.
Our Prince turned pauper!
Who will rule when the king leaves for the lands yonder??
birds
Sing a song little birds
Our lasses cry out to all the listening masses!
Young Prince don't you see all you say is just a myth???
For it was written by the wise
"Man shall leave his father and mother and unite with a woman"
Do you not see all these are a sea of sins caused by the sons of Cain who brought nothing but pain to a breed that wished nothing but Cupid's arrow to follow them??

Sing a song little birds,
Recite the old adage
For all who live must manage to find a throne and rule before the horn is blown.


2016

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Yako

This that I write is for all the pain I fight.
   For all the tears I cried night after night
   asking God "when is the end of this plight??"
   My sight is blind.
   Yet the end I have to find.


   This road so old is a story untold of a soul that was sold.
   The curse that it holds can break a million homes.
   So they threw it out,cast like a stone.

   All alone,beat by the cold,awaiting death's hold
   you came along...
   dressed in a white robe and a smile so broad.
   The story of the cross you told me once more...
   of the blood that still flows
    of your love that still glows.
   In your arms I flew
   and at least I FEEL HOME.

  
  Maybe I should just sing a song
  to praise Your Name on and on..
  But God I prefer this poem
  because You've shown me 
  much more than the world has ever known!