The wind stopped howling in the dark night and the flail of the waves had become softer. The boat now gently rocked on the waters, moving with the tide. Nikika opened her eyes and looked at her little girl. Wrapped in a bundle of all the clothes she owned, the girl was asleep. Like the rest of the boat, she smell a mixture of sweat, vomit, blood and hopelessness. It was a miracle that she was alive. More than twenty people had died since they left the shores of Morocco. Their bodies sadly and silently dropped into the ocean, to … Continue reading Exodus

They Crucified Lucifer

They crucified Lucifer, The ancient Dragon Sword wielding, forked tongue, hissing serpent. His hands nailed; Spear thrust on twisting slippery waist, And crown of thorns stuck on his horn filled head. Like a magician with a new trick he smiled. No blood spilled, He turned the purple curtain in the synagogue black as the sun brightened. The whores smiled; in their brothels the mourners they beckoned, The righteous father’s eyes followed as he stood in purple and gold Leading blonde sons crying pure gold Ahead of charming evangelist on screens; charming and bold And together they carried masses; of the … Continue reading They Crucified Lucifer

Seek the reaper

He wrote my life as I write this verse Cheated me of my rhymes Filling them with metaphors and similes So I write my verse with no feelings, no mercy Breaking the rules: no harm no foul Who to blame Blame the writer not the poet I seek grave posts like they seek dwelling places I taunt the reaper.. doubt eternity What’s life if not death unturned Morbidity – creation- inverted So I dare death, seek the place of demise Blame the poet not the writer Unreal this life is Untrue the next I feel Life after, sounds like an … Continue reading Seek the reaper

Forgive me; am cheating on you

    I am cheating on you girl with my every step, every minute I am cheating on you for I hear you voice behind every whisper, every sound I turn around smiling and you not there   I am cheating on you girl with my heart and senses for I smell your breath in every fragrance, every corner I see your smile in my dreams both day and night and I smile back then wake up   forgive me for am cheating on you smiling at the thoughts of you reminiscing the times with you kissing the imagination of … Continue reading Forgive me; am cheating on you

Taking her home (For the rhyme a flash fiction)

I saw her in the club. Her cascading, shinning hair accentuating her attracting, oval shaped eyes-watering face. She was smiling, drinking and flirting. Her mouth was whispering, her fingers touching, caressing the man next to her. I knew she was a money scheming, gold digging, rich man hunting, wealth seeking woman. I sat across her, starring, wallet opening, waiter-ordering drinks until she noticed me. My wallet, open ended, tabled topped, note popping had her in seconds bad mouthing, brain scheming of table changing tactics. I smiled as she swaying, flipped her finger at the man then bottom shaking made her … Continue reading Taking her home (For the rhyme a flash fiction)

Shoot the Cupid, Shoot the damn Cupid

Shoot the Cupid Shoot the damn Cupid I pray thee mighty knight. Vanquish his hold and break his bow- let him run scared day and night For he lies, yes he does, with that smile and a face so innocent And preys on the weak, the dreamers and the brave, the soldier and the knight   Shoot the Cupid Shoot the damn Cupid I say, for he painted love for me Painted it beautifully; in colours warm and sweet. A love for me. But he lies this Cupid, yes he does, for he said love was mine… only for me … Continue reading Shoot the Cupid, Shoot the damn Cupid

French seduction

French she spoke, between the sheets, softly seductively. Always after the words, scratch me she did. It was always in the same manner; drinks, French words, scratches. We would meet, those days on Fridays, at the usual pub down on Tom Mboya Avenue. I would have walked from Pangani, where I lived with two friends and she would drive from Kilimani where she had rented a three bedroomed apartment in a gated estate, complete with a swimming pool. I usually arrived early and hang outside the pub with the parking boys. I would talk to them smoking my rooster cigarette … Continue reading French seduction

I like her

I said I liked her Between the bleeps Between the days Between the drinks Between the looks over the table The smiles between the laughter I said I liked her I said I liked her When I held her by me Between the silly song The romantic song The stupid movie I said I liked her I said I liked her When she held me tightly Held me gently Smiled at the joke lightly I said her I liked her I said I liked her Like a teen over an ice cream Like a parent over a whipped cream Like … Continue reading I like her