My pen is pale
My pencil is blunt
My ego talks to me,
"Kirui Write anything-
As long as you paint."
I got to my notebook,
To write;
But it is tasteless......
It has no salts,
No sugar,
No not at all....
But my soul felt happy,
At least i tried.

i must be growing
day and night
because i am foolish evryday,
but
in different dimension everytime,,,,

I went before a mirror to check my aching eye,
I never saw my face,
Instead I saw my brain.
It had a very ***** thoughts of the past,
My sinful youthy character was conspicuous!
Mountains and valleys I climbed and rolled ....
I saw money I wasted in grave arrogance and ignorance,
The abject poverty I created was vast,
Debts I owe the world,in my wreckage friendship that made me a living corpse,
I am withdrawn and I lost sense.
......................
Very fast I withdrew from the mirror ,
And took my gun to shoot my brain!?,
But oh ****!!!!
I just used the last bullet to shoot my ****** past!

Do I have to be a singer to be a poet?
I bet I should have lyrics
Lines that will for always be remembered.

Should I be a good lingua
I bet I should have my diction
Words that will always speak for me

Should people's character be reflected
I bet I should have mirrors
That will remind me of every human behaviour.

But u think;
Whatever makes a poet
Is the poetic tounge.

My dad is faithfull to me
He always pound ******* my girl
At first i felt so painful and o cried
He told me not to tell my mum
I was faithful;i kept quiet.
He always tell me that i am nice
And mostly feels good in my girl
I hope he will marry me
Because he loves me so much
I am only sixteen
And he takes me out in his car
Sometimes i don't go to school
Just to go out with him.
He tells me one day;
He will take me to nairobi for one week
I long for that day

Flaming love(With Blythe)
All I need is love
But it is the true one that want to have
Let me feel thy sweetness
Make my heart be filled with happiness.
Conversing emotion
Keeping love in motion;
Vibrant hearts
Nothing hurts;
Clouds of love as huts
Without you, I'm going nuts.
If by any chance
To the rhythm of my heart, you cannot dance,
Please be true to me
And don't ever fool me,
Don't give my heart false hope
Give me some time to mope;
A piercing pain is what I'll feel
Hoping for the time when I will heal.
This is a unified work of two
Kirui and Blythe.
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Before me is my ten Shillings coin
To be true, it is the only coin in my pocket
The only food i see
The only fees i see
The only dowry i see
The only money between me and poverty!

When i try to think,
I ponder over no positive cash,
I dream big money,
I dream good live,
I want a heavy truck,
I want a fast network Internet access
I want recreational facilities

But
I
Only
Have
A ten shilling coin.