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Friends

Friends are the family we choose to
Rely and count on invariably
In the times we feel low and in need of
Encouragement and bringing forth
New positive energy to propel us to
Distances we dread to cover alone since
Shelter is the invaluable support they provide.

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Life In An Aquarium

My life  in an  aquarium,  so  great, 
But  fearsome,  with unknown  fate. 

Swimming  against  the  fresh  water, 
Flapping  my  gills  for a  breather, 
The  air pump  producing  bubbles, 
Sending  my body  in jiggles, 

The  actinic  lights  send  a  spectrum, 
Each time  causing  a  spasm, 
And  I  move  downward  in fear, 
Hoping  I  might  disappear, 

My life  in an  aquarium,  so  great, 
But  fearsome,  with unknown fate. 

Re-surfacing  after a  short  while, 
Assured  of  a  safe  profile, 
Going  back  to  my  previous  dance, 
The  water brewing  romance, 

Keeping  my eyes  wide open, 
Of  course  with  great  caution, 
I  detect  vibratory  ripples, 
Must  be time  for  something  scrumptious, 

My life  in an  aquarium,  so  great, 
But  fearsome,  with unknown fate. 

Following  my meal  lead  nobly, 
I  come  upon  a  worm  on a  spree,   
Hidden  by  the  blue  green algae, 
Yes  it  seems  so  beefy, 

Covetously  I  swallow  my meal, 
Trying  to  elope  with zeal, 
I  notice  my mouth is  hooked, 
Sooner or later  I  might be  cooked. 

My life  in an  aquarium,  so  great, 
But  fearsome,  with unknown fate.

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The Beach Sunset

Sitting in the  spectacular  shingle beach, 
While  the  waves  in  the  seemingly endless  sea  gives  its speech, 
And  the  winds  smoothly  whispering  in my ears, 
As  it  plays  with  my  once  kempt  hairs. 

The  salty  lips  of the  sea  kisses  the  sand roughly, 
Swirling  and  whirling  as  the  tide changes  freely, 
The  sun,  in a  fiery orb’s  move is  deft, 
Slowly  setting and  there  are  a  few swallows left. 

The  sky  consists  of an assortment  of shades, 
A  blend  of  reds,  oranges  and  yellows, 
The  humming  waters  dexterously reflecting  this  effect, 
As  the  sun  looks  like  it  is  receding  into the  water  sect. 

The  contrast  created  between dark waters, 
And  the  kaleidoscopic  luminous  skies, 
Makes  the  semi spherical  horizon  look like  two  meeting worlds, 
The  known and  the  unknown  creations.

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Magical Kenya's Peace

Painfully  the  heart  beats the  chest, 
Ember  of  lineal  segregation  will  come  out, 
And  the  ripping  blaze of fire  will  engulf, 
Communal  harmony  consummating  peaceful  coexistence  gulf, 
Executing  ethnicity,  caste, creed  and  religion  smithereens. 

Patriot’s  spirit  yields  serene  backdrops, 
Everyone  permanently  scribbling  down the  tales, 
And  if  we  don’t  improve  the  stories, 
Coming generations will  be  forced  to  clean up our mess, 
Ending  up  in  the  question  “what is  peace?” 

Peace  is  simply forgiveness, 
End  of  hate,  war  or  violence, 
Abstinence  of  using  violence  to  show  our  emotions, 
Calming  silence, 
Endeavor to  have  unity  in  diversity. 

Portrayal  of  Kenya’s flag  is  peace, 
Entailing  every  magic  spell  of  her  climate,  history  and  culture, 
Appraised  by  her  quick succession  of seasons, 
Culminated  by  the  gentle  sun  and  benign  rain  that softens  the  mind, 
Endorsing  peace  naturally. 



Wishing a peaceful 2017 General Elections in Kenya.

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Easter

Earnestly  on the  old  rugged  cross 
After the  death of  Christ 
Sins  of  man were  washed  away 
Testamentary of Christ’s  selfless  love 
Ending  the  battle  of life  versus  death 
Resurrection  culminating the  deliverance.

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Grandma's Soup

As  the  simmering  soup  lets  out  a dreamy  aroma  of spices, 
The  scent  wafts  through the  nose  soothingly, 
Leaving  the  lungs  with  lively  flavours, 
I  guess  that  explains  why  we were  bouncy. 

“This  soup  treats  a  cold” 
Grandma  usually  said  while  serving, 
All  the  children  could  not  withhold, 
The  joy of visiting  grandma  in spring. 

Her  huge pot  seemed  bottomless, 
Yes,  she  never bought  a  smaller pot, 
On  the  dinner table,  the  soup  brought  a  sense  of  closeness, 
The  kind  of  love  that  cannot  be  bought. 

As  I  slip  in the  memories, 
The  side of my mouth  subtly  curls  up, 
Summing  up  the  thought  of  copacetic  spring  medleys, 
And  taking  the  soup  in  place  of  the  syrup.

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Rare Diamond

She  possesses  the  strongest  fire, 
Running  down  safely  through  her,   
Daring  her  to  stand  tall, 
The  fire  that  can hold  you when you  fall. 

Her  ideas  often  sending  a  bright  spark, 
That  brings  out  a  soft  glim  on  a  flick, 
Illuminating her  passion  and  affection, 
All co  existing in  the  one  unbreakable  cauldron. 

Her  sacrifice  and  selflessness, 
Just  like  the  diamond  glitters, 
Spills  smoothly  leaving  a  scintilla, 
That  which makes  everyone happier. 

The  brilliant  diamond  can always  withstand, 
Anything  that  comes  against  its brand, 
How  great  is it  to  have  such  a  friend? 
I  have  unearthed  a  rare  diamond.

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Sun-Flower Love

Our love is akin to that of the sunflower to the sun,
When my aureate prismatic sunrays splurge from my gun,
You open up your silk golden yellow petals,
Just to get smooched by the warm spangling rays.

Your ability to orient yourself to me,
And follow my diurnal course expeditiously,
Serves as one of the spectacular daylight dances galore,
Crowned by your floral head heliotropic terpsichore.

The seconds, minutes, and days we spend together,
So shall your stem get massive, erect and thicker,
And your large, oval, discretely toothed petiolate leaves,
Shall serve as a conspicuous attraction to insects.

Your floral head shall beam with thousands of achene pores,
As together we shall bring forth fruity seeds,
Seeds that shall be a prove of our love,
Seeds that will heal and provide protection like a glove.

So, as I retire to the horizon today,
Do not miss me so much as I go away,
Just look at the moon, for it reflects my light,
And rest assured that I shall rise very early to your sight.

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Open Arms

He  came  from  a  far, 
Bearing  gifts  in  a  jar, 
Presumably  with good  news, 
Little  child  could only  muse, 

For  all  the  preparations  wrought, 
Little  child  knows  not, 
Only  the  guardian relishes, 
Meeting  with strangers, 

Little  child  gets carried  away, 
With  rage  he tries  to  sway, 
Guardian  ooh  guardian, 
But  an  agreement  was  already  done, 

Little  child  stares  at  sky blues, 
Letting  go  of  reminiscent  hues, 
And  in  uncontrollable  tears, 
Lost  deep  in despair depths, 

Rage  outrages  itself  therein, 
Love  slowly  creeps  in, 
Little  child  soundly  sleeps, 
Comfort  envisages  in the  open arms, 

As  the  night  grew  short, 
Nearer  to  the  destination  they got, 
His  life  had  just  begun, 
Witnessed  by  the  rising  of  the  sun.

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Easter

The  sun  glazes  slithery  from  the  East, 
And  the  acidic  stomachs  rumble  for  a  feast, 
The  young  eagerly  wait  for  the  bunny’s  Easter  presents, 
As  great  ancient  stories  and  sermons  are  baked  by  priests, 
The  elderly organize for  a  clandestine  meeting, 
Ostensibly  to  drink  together  from  one pot  while  drooling, 
This  day will always  be  written in people’s  hearts, 
Not  as  a  day of feast,  
but  as  a  day  of  good  news, 
That  shook  the  whole  of  the  already  dying  earth, 
He  was  not  there,  he  rose,  life  conquered  death, 



HAPPY EASTER.