Sikiliza

I discover a newness about you each day, bringing me immense pleasure Like a child unwrapping a gift, eyes lit with eagerness at some new treasure Turbulent wars rage through my mind With all this unrequited thoughts I find Each and every one of your triumphs lifts my mood Secret smile plays my mind’s lips like a shrouded hood Unspoken whispers and confessions of love muttered Untouched kisses and caresses make my heart fluttered As you stand there utterly oblivious Death might loom before I let slip my feelings for you And even then I shall defy and hold onto this secret passion that you stir in me

Weeks before my mother’s birthday were always exciting. When she was alive I would rustle up my school allowance and get together a corny gift…mostly some cheap colorful costume jewelry that didn’t look as tacky as it did when I left the “no refunds store.” I most always made a card because I would have used everything that I had on the cheap gift and have nothing left for a nice card and gift wrapping paper. For those who know me, my art sucked more than my taste in costume jewelry so in a sense what I really only had to offer my mother was the thought behind it. I loved her fiercely and found her to be the single most beautiful person in the world. It’s been a while since I let myself think of her. How she never let me wear make up till I was 16 and a half and even then only let me wear kohl on my eyes and dark lipstick. Even now, it’s the only make up I can get on my face. I miss how she taught me to knit, crochet and appreciate all the flowers around me….She read my mind like an op...

A fiery smile plays on your lips As you spread the shine with your words Laced with care and gentleness That only a good friend can give A song of a laugh echoes around you As you relish the moment with cheer Letting me in on the essence of you That only a good friend can have Thank you for sharing your wonderful heart with me

A friend and poet Boniface Gachugu "Peanut" is in hospital today for major surgery and although he owes me a poem, I thought that my posting today should be dedicated to him and to his quick recovery... "...Peanut, your friends are all rooting for you..." A poem dedicated to you from me.... I am not scared of the dark anymore Not of the glistening lights through the bedroom window That look like huge orbs of eyes glaring at me as I sleep…… I am not scared of the dark anymore Not of the sounds outside when the wind howls Trees creak and the dogs yowl at the wee hours of enchantment I am not scared of the dark anymore Not of the sound my pulsing heart and heavy breathing When sudden silence around me is deafening I am not scared of the dark anymore Not even when my furniture comes alive in the dark And looks like a monster bearing down on me I am not scared of the dark anymore Not even when I fear that I might wake up at dawn to find The whole world has gone and left...

Maureen - Chairperson of Kibera Uzima Youth Initiative - Images by Jerry Riley I went to Kibera last week Africa’s 2nd largest slum and found a gem called Maureen who walked through Kibera for 2 whole days identifying the weak and bed ridden who could not get up and look for food during the post electoral violence period that rocked Kenya. She and the wonderful people at Uzima Foundation http://uzimafoundation.org helped feed 120 homes as a result. Kibera was one of the worst affected places and I saw signs of plunder when I came across what was left of burnt houses and churches. Yet I saw hope in the eyes of the youth in Kibera…and I think we should nourish it… To read my article on Maureen please check out this link http://generationkenya.co.ke/main/nourishing-hope-in-kibera/ I am especially pleased that this story touched a well known and respected journalist Mr. Charles Onyango-Obbo. To read his article check out this link http://www.nationmedia.com/dailynation/nmgcontententry.as...

A little later than the witching hour My mind cogs itself to motion Sleep is evaded easily My mind a faithful companion is most articulate then. Qualms that engulf me are dealt with impartially Frenzied mindsets are validated, Tactics are drawn, Meetings premeditated or cancelled My mind shrugs itself off emotional baggage. Fevers, chills, migraines and body aches are temporarily numbed For a while I trade in for immortality and semblance of thought Mercifully, it is granted. A little gap in the vastness of time A time most forlorn With little or no acclaim as the rest of the world sleeps Or is cradled in the gentle arms of a loved companion With no interest in me or mine: The flash of hopeful brilliance Fades by dawn Nuances may radiate when I relate More of it seeming than certain. Leaving void in the minds of many As to whether I am……

I am drowning in my senses Goose pimples riddle my arm Caused not though by the ephemeral breeze For few precious moments I am hoisted out of my trivial being I feel myself lifted to the clouds…. I am not sure if its day or night Not sure if I am flying or floating But, I am rising. My eyes shut or open, Suddenly, I feel myself falling Falling fast There is a tightness in my stomach I spiral further down My hand grasping for the clouds The midnight and azure blue sky flash before me My body battered by the merciless crossings of the winds… I see the mountains, seas, lakes, whizzing past me … I look towards the ground where my fall is inevitable Clear waters of the sea and its depths beneath me… I crash into it as my body is shattered into a thousand and more jolts of pain… Fear grips me hard as it is cold. My lungs drenched with the salty iciness … And I drown…down to the unknown depths of the unseen world To be lost forever in the bellies of a perpetual dark mystery ~Siki~