Sikiliza

--> A smile A hug A shake A moment Forged a lifetime of friendship Buddies! What precious gifts they are! A blast of fresh air A laugh A spark... A nudge on a dull day Happy funny endearments ..... What a gift comradeship gives! Bless the day  Your soul walked Into this land and crossed my path The world is a better place Because you are in it May your life's path  Only shine bright…with nothing but wonder Here's to celebrating you…

Contemplations and Reclamations - Kenya 2019 Workers are not humans but bodies .... These flesh-filled bodies of laborers have sinewy extensions connected to their humanity; our flames may be dull but still alive with a soldering glow, small but lit nonetheless... Our bodies are invisible and unnecessary unless they building profits and attributions for the supervisor. We work then we die, and new bodies will surely take our place. But what are we but conniving cheeky bodies out to steal a day to ourselves instead of labouring.... It is against policy to be human ... Our bodies are worthy only if we are busy doing their work... Our bodies live to work, not to live..... We are bodies taught to stick to our lanes before we inevitably crash and burn. ...... Next! We lost mum 19 years ago, 7 July 2000, a day I vividly remember, it was a Friday.....It was my first day of a horrible job I continued to endure for 6 years. I reported to work the next day for fea...

Sunrise in Nanyuki 2019 What about the countless songs sung and penned poems... Filled with words and expressions professing our yearnings... The object of these affections dismissive of our longings... Even more, oblivious to those who live to see their smile... A few clam shut fearing messiness of smouldering unchecked passions... Some for some reasons remain hard-hearted and unpleasant to devotion... Yet, many of us have naive optimism of love reciprocated.... So perhaps even in a world full of love words that touch everyone but you.... Maybe there is an unsung song, unreleased poem that will touch you.. So this secret un-lived love may rise be visible and alive to you someday ....

The most magical thing about love  Are the new paths it offers.... Offerings of new possibilities And a world that seems less harsh Colours more vivid Touch brings delight Sunshine more radiant Rainpour brings cleansing Bare feet on soil softly grounding  Clouds shimmery filled with promise  Bluest skies cup gently onto my spirits  To a place where hope and joy dwell Soaking my worn out soul indulgently; With affections pleasures and passion.... For you... You are my possibility....my love...

Binyavanga and Chiqy  Love Lives here RIP Dear Sweswe, What I wouldn’t give for you to walk in here with that bellow laugh of yours and loud voice....calling out my name. “Chiqy, sasa!?” Thank you for being an amazing big brother. For pushing me to be true to myself no matter what. You were so good at ordering us around to take care of ourselves and very bad at listening to the same advice. And we love you because you are love itself. You saw the power that creativity and freedom could offer and spent your life sharing this vision with others. You taught us to find and most importantly listen to our inner voice and let that voice speak its truths. And even when the voice told us difficult things and surfaced the inner conflicts we battled within ourselves. We love you for this because you knew that love not hate would transform this world. You challenged us to push back and question institutions of power that obscure and dull us; that erase our sense individ...

Sited in my garden today...Blue Porterweed I am loosely aware of a new bounce in the energy of my step. Also of the lessons and practice of saying ENOUGH to certain whiffs of bullshit - mine and others. This has slowly planted root in my day to day life and given me a new spaciousness I never knew existed in my heart and in my mind.   And to be honest, today I wake up with a wonderful sense of freedom of letting go of seriously compacted bullshit I have harboured  for a while.  And wow it feels good, empty and strangely calm.  Enough with the puns...or not... And so more and more I am recognising the patterns of life that I occupy with loved ones around me. How love ignites and stays smouldering and how the unsavoury emotions people conjure are sprinkled along my path.   And going deeper into this, my inner eye has began to discern and truly understand how our human nature and desire sometimes wants to control situations and people…and...

You will kill crush & burn us Bury us in unmarked pits To silence our noise. But one day our restless crushed bones blood and dreams will ripple rip and rise. And we the dirt of the earth shall remain rich with memories to nurture the gardens where souls will remember.   And, demand... demand to roam free for safer longer lives than ours...   Because the price we pay to rid our lands our bodies and our minds from the clutches of oppression is so high.... we feel this gut wrenching today and our tears are saltier cutting our sores, our cries are raw and our chests are heaving with pain.   But one day, one day we promise will we will reap the rewards of our stomped on bodies.... that those small specks of dust you reduced us to, even death cannot stop the convergence into fertile dirt of many unspoken battle cries stifled... those cries will get louder and louder as more of us become casualties of this war of oppression...emptying our bat...