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Love Symbolism

Catch that love
When it glides gleefully like a rock dove
Doesn't it cover the desolate abyss
Or gives love to see our bliss?

It speaks, greatest of speakers
Words that beacon ingenuity to goal seekers
Healing wounds of gloom and torture
Conjuring messages that plant upright posture

From where is a song of poignancy to heart?
Lyrics the devotional river that wash dirt
The inviolable tones whispered in souls
From whose tear-jerking lines a memory strolls

Ain't it the tranquil shade to weary spirit?
Deep firm root, we relish gaily in it 
Its fruits ripen against the cruel sun
And whose sweetness we enjoy with fun

'Tis the river whose waters douse for our thirst
With springs that fuse fissures to close bursts
To the parched land t'give abiding solution
And the souls' ride it flows to destination

Like a star, 'tis brightest in dark moment
In occluded dark burrow it lights for movement
Sequin-silvery light glistening hearts with hope
And by it darkened eyes see beyond scope

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Tom Mboya Ndiege

Tom Mboya, son of Ndiege
From the craggy islands of Rusinga
--the craddle of his progenitors
He sprouts like avens in the loamy knoll
And out to the urbs he sets off his journey
A parlous journey to his martyrdom

Look him; brilliant young man
Valiantly he stands up
Loaded with the spirit of flag-waving
The hue and cry of freedom is fervid
And he, son of Ndiege, arises
With gusty astuteness
And loud he shouts out
For the freedom of the oppressed

He can't settle
Until the oppressed is freed
Until equity and efficiency is mounted

Young, but brave
Little schooled, but quick-witted
Yet he circumnavigate the world
Hunting
The sovereignty;  
The dynamism of the down-and-out
He energises 
With no personal benefit
Yes,
With no personal benefit!

For independence, 
he thirsted
For equity with prosperity, 
he longed
For ignorance, poverty and disease,
He sought exemption

But they got independence alone!

Now back home, son of Ndiege stands
On that soapbox, viewing hundred thousand
Agog under that scorching sun
Ready to drink in his wisdom
And to his people he smiles free
Like a sun opening the gloomy morning
His eyes dazzling with joy
His cheekbones broad in mien
His swarthy skin gleams with love
Up in his hand waves the fly whisk
And close to the microphone he steps
With great fortitude--radiant face of change
The hundred thousand is energetic

Now son of Ndiege opens his mouth to talk
His alluring voice--wow!
'Tis a voice of an indulged young man
Crisp. Full of confident and passion
To hundred thousand he cries:
"Tired for freedom?"
The hundred thousand shriek, "No!"
And to hundred thousand son of Ndiege cries
Not for independence; that we had
Not for a republic; that we had either
But to a sense of nationhood
The affluence of commoners

Out of public mood
Petty men sees thunder in him
But son of Ndiege only grins
His dreams slant to the nobodies
Petty men dry-gulch him
For nothing but the sake of their posture
But son of Ndiege only grins

Then one sunny afternoon
When the whiff of oppression was retiring
And the cheer of freedom, of equity and fairness
Was pervading the countryside
Son of Ndiege was bumped off
That silly iron tool pumped through his flesh
Down he lied writhing silently
Scarlet river flowing from the gate of his martyrdom
Diffusing into thirsty, torrid earth
Connecting him to his progenitors
Son of Ndiege wasn't seen again
And his freedom; his cry for freedom
Never stopped...

Never won!

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Lonely

Tell me, now tell me
How the craggy mountains I'll ascend
Weren't you the vitality that made me be?
But 'am now lonely in dingy ditch, can't transcend

Gloom gain my fine world of love
When up the sky t'used to stand bright stars
But where in this darkness the bright star above?
Ain't 'parting' the worst sore of all scars?

Oceans are as silent as sleep
Moon as dim as the land of shadows
Nothing worthy: all my pursuits's part's sweep
I bite my solitude within these  closed windows

The morning rays no longer sweet snug
And the pleasant breeze! Which warmth t'shall cool?
Birds melodies these days din in my lug
No food; what else if not for sweet kiss to drool?

This is the desolate life the split left
Weary with the itch for heart's rest
Why can't lovers be, instead of this cleft?
I ask why break when it spawns us opprest?

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The Voice of the Oppressed

The grandeur of my life are elusive
Mine ain't melioration; it's oppression
My free life is cramped by chains of servitude
And shout out loud I mustn't 
Because even the power of my tongue is tied
Blank in me is the power to be heard
I'm the subject to the oppression

When I watch myself through the mirror of futurity
The cockled face of destitution is all that reflects
The hope of change has evanished from me
Every of my dreams is chimerical
Not because I lack the might and sight
But 'coz what's mine is circumscribed from me
That's why I shriek out my voice

The basic laws bestow power upon me to express
I am told the sovereign power belongs to me
And it's me that's the government
But why when I demand for scrupulousness
I am squelched by a spine-chilling duress?
And when I bark out loud for freedom-
The ruthless battalion beat me like a godawful enemy?

O pauperized beggar I have turned
Delving into a do-gooder's pocket for help
I die on the vine like a born beggar
Like I am indolent; like I am a woolgatherer
While oligarch's receptacle sucks a surfeit of my levy
And they grow and laugh and cheer
As they watch me ache in poverty and oppression

Now to my ruler is my voice expressed
But he is as silent as a shadow
And as blind as a night without moon
But I know when I strike him at the back
A livid dog he will turn to me
Ready to bite and tear and maim
And if the brutality fails to choke off my voice
Death crop up as the answer to my entreaty

NB: Kibra slums in Nairobi, claimed to be the largest in Africa, has been undergoing a desolate adversity. Residences here live below one dollar a day; some go without meals for several days. Paths are muddy; no water; no proper housing; residences are sickly, and almost everyday about 10-30 people are reported dead from this slum. There's a hassle of malnutrition among children resulting to constant truancy and many other maladies-related problems. 
Everyday these people are always clobbered by the government whenever they express their grievances or shout out for their rights. They are attacked and brutalised by the police. They have no power of voice, of speech, of life. Yet every election, they,  as highly populated as they are, are coerced into voting the government and promised change. No single day have their hues and cries been heard by those in authority.

I stand with people whose voices are seen as an emcumbrance to those in authority. May freedom ring for them.

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Dirty Pig of Muck

What say you when a pig bathe in a muddy muck?
When he rolls merrily like 'tis panacea to his strain?
Don't you gawk at the amazing shuck
Could be to you 'tis a flaunt to his inert brain.

But how honey he embraces the muck-
When the sizzling lust for food slaps!
'Tis where he tanks up the lack
'Tis a divan for his daily naps

He rolls in it with sheer fun and joy,
Swaps spit with inner pathogens
To him's as sweet as the delicacy of soy
And dirt seems excite no antigens

But fools we the lookers
Who hate the act but love the actor
We're the daytime chaplains an' night's hookers
Musing the worthier and fudging the obvious factor

Don't we rear 'em and keep them?
And butcher 'em for pork?
And for sale don't we adulate 'em like gem?
Then why dub 'em berk?

With us is the knowledge and power-
To keep and care for these pigs
We can give 'em genial scour
And see 'em as moral prigs

NB: Exclusively for pig lovers.
       Try to understand the natural meaning of this poem

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Help Me Forget

Please help me forget
The stubborn nostalgia of a long'-gone ardor
What magical pill have me to get-
To ease up this cussed disorder?

Our sweet long-gone ardor of the days
Was as sweet as perfume of roses
And as enjoyable as ice cream in the summer days
Or need I list to you its amorous doses?

Under that canopied tree, above with intoning birds
You were tearful as you implanted the potent "I love you"
The sincerity of your face evinced the words
And my nerves they numbed like dawn dew

Don't you remember the wintry evening chill?
When you quivered against the biting weather?
Didn't my only parka cover you for a thrill?
I in cold, you in fervor but we still bantered our blather

Oh! And the Chaka tour jog!
Fool! I wanted to forget the glitzy moment
When you slipped and got stuck in the bog
Like a baby I lifted you to arms, my sheer atonement

In that silent arbor at the bell-flower garden
You nudged and I turned to your blue eyes
And there, secret ties of love were harden
With tender kisses and vows laced with cries

Can't forget those endearments close to that river
We cuddled as we vowed the fidelity of our bond
For the joy of armor we promised to be one's giver
And for our future success our dreams were fond

Uh-uh! You were a cheeky teaser baby
The day you challenged me to make a frosty dessert
And for recipe you could beguile me, maybe!
But didn't I unearth your tricks that made you assert

Oh baby there were much we did
But need I list these your scraps that are olden?
Out of your mind these fond memories are rid
Even by their ecstasies you're never embolden

Now let me beg for that magical spell
To forget like you and settle at last
For in my own bearings I wish to dwell
Please help me too to forget our past.

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Because Death Was Jealous

Your angelic girlhood I ruined
And your upscale lifestyle you abandoned
To lull the little me while I groaned
And nourish the frail me as I matured
All because in me you hoped
But to take back you never lived
Because death was jealous

As I grew, hand in hand we walked to church
And visiting me in school to you was a cinch
Holidays we enjoyed building sandcastle at the beach
In my trespass you sat me down to teach
And for my better future I saw you vouch
But with it you never came in touch
Because death was jealous

The teenage me hated your fretfulness
I saw how you turned from beauty to ugliness
Grubby garments to you was tidiness
Barefooted you walked for my gladness
And bedraggled you looked to stop my ravenousness
But you lived not to see my happiness
Because death was jealous

Time came when you looked drowsy
When I asked you just turned easy
And the smile you gave me was cosy
Nah! Your smile was 'glossy'
I knew all these you tried out as whimsy
And may be, you wanted to leave me busy
Because death was jealous

You fought it but it did engulf
I watched and cried but under surprise I heard you chaff
In me was a confusing pang of joy and grief
You called me and gave me a tender kiss of relief
But when I raised my eyes you were bereft of life
My mourn couldn't cut your death off
Because death was jealous

Inking this last stanza is your boy of stray
Watching by your sepulchre with dismay
Remembering you as who became his mainstay
Wishing you stand and see how growth has come his way
And join him to celebrate his heyday
But all these wishes I know you must gainsay
Because death is jealous 

NB: Happy Mother's Day in advance

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We Slum Dwellers

We slum dwellers strive through arduous thistles of hardship
We tough it out through the mere adroitness of apprenticeship
We writhe morosely, carrying the world over our shoulders
But we tussle toughly the travails like soldiers
We're the slaves that bolster the aplomb of the upper crust
The hapless mendicants whose ascendancy the haves must thrust
The loyal ignoramuses that politicians use for their puissances
The impoverished natives the government uses to seek aid for its juissances
The kooky denizens that researchers scrutinate as a case study
The inane old guard whom the civilized take as nerdy

We sleep like foiled wolves and wake like champion lions
We carouse in our wobbly shanties like they're our Zions
We wade through the filthy excrement as our daily tracks
These afflict no more, for we've in vain raised our flacks
We accept to be the encumbrances the society discard to roaming sellers
But we know behind the hurdles what we dream, we slum dwellers

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Behind Nature's Smiles

Come and see around the world
How nature is embellished with unity
How it enshroud from us its nudity
Their true aberration furled

But don't you see them cling thro' arduosness?
Look at the sky: clouds flock against the blustering wind
With mountains, they kiss with kind
But behind their scenic smiles is forlonnness

And the scrambling trees of the forest?
Everyone contending its dear space
But don't they bulwark just in case-
The wind extortion deprives them of rest?

Same to the beautiful gliding birds
The forcible winds halt their forward motion
But out of this they'll sing songs of emotion
And from their melodies we methodise our words

The earth is severely scoured by roaring rains
Its layers consumed by the hungry streams
But still it stockpile meals to the brims
And with crambling terra t'still carries cranes

Again sea surfs blub for discrete land
As the sun mourn against her daily rob of sleep
The sky cleave to its timeous rains with no slip
All these are nature; sad but we'll little understand

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Back To My Dirt

Dredged me from squalid littoral
Brushed me up; saw the first light
Eschewed from things personal
Gleaming new being; future delight
Stepping on high table of moral
I'm now the well-heeled protégé of a rosy sight
O but it ain't free! T'has dismissal:
Obey without permit
Keep mouth shut, but be loyal
Respond with no slight
Shan't be heard; not even vocal
Still on duty like a freight
For their legacy's balance 'am focal
Because they showed me light
This, than my home, is abysmal
Thought 'twas free will-alright!
My place was freedom, though lousy local
Get me out of here. Take me back to my dirt