****-a-doodle doo.
Pigs snorting and grunt.
Bleat baa the sheep.
Hidden in the trees squeak the squirrels.
Gobble gobble gobbling turkeys.
Low oxen moo the cows.
Hohi-a-hohhle hi
Bray donkeys so similar.
Rolling on the red dust.
The village.

A swallow-tailed bee-eater.
Calling and singing.
A green barbet, dark brown head.
Answers the call.
A red-capped lark, black bill.
Entertains the morning.
An emerald-spotted wood dove.
Seated lonely somewhere.
Coos to the extravaganza.
The village.

I have seen the sunset.
Filling the western sky with orange.
Fiery clouds escorting the sun home.
Dispatching an aura of golden rays.
Bidding farewell the long shadows.
Calling tired farmers back home.
Inviting the host of the heavens.

I have seen rubies in the sky.
Appearing one after another.
An invisible hand somewhere.
Along the horizon unseen.
Switching them on to light the earth.
Twinkle diamonds twinkle
Red, blue, green twinkle.

I have seen a beaming face.
Peeping at me from the dark horizon.
Then shyly sailing high.
Racing against the wispy clouds.
To join the radiance of her daughters.
Smiling all the way to the constellations.
Blazing beauties of the night.

I see a flash
A sight to behold
The work of an immortal sculptor
Walking straight in elegant pride
Worth of a princess of the sun
Firmly transfixed in her twelve
Moving into the emptiness of an invalid society
Her innocence screaming
In an unchallenged clarity

And only twelve moons
The framework of her modeling salivates
Wolves in men
Who’s been exposed to the virus
Emerging from the bush land of their desires
To seek their vengeance in a fanatical hatred
And poor me the princess
With the *** lunacy roaming the streets,
Sanity of abstinence is the greatest challenge.

Swung from poverty to adolescence
A pendulum of fates
Hunger at home for the family
And her homestead a moonscape of desolation
The two hundred shillings does the trick
She trades out her innocence
And virginity too; a girls pride
And alongside the legal tender
Comes the virus
The minute monster
Savoring a society of huge minds.

There is the tuberculosis
In a hospital ward
Full of undug graves and shrines unnamed.
Drawn into the vacuum of her fate
Eyes wide open in dismal finality
The princess
Lie in freeze frame of death
A pyramid of events
Molded out of her last several terrible seconds
Lamentation for the society
A dull eulogy for our girls.

Thank you God
For creating beautiful flowers
Flowers that have sweet scents
To keep all of us here merry
You put flowers
In the beautiful garden of Heaven
But I think there is one that is missing
Please check for a flower
Of the species of my first lady.

Thank you God
For making twinkling stars
And put them in the sky
But in the constellation **** sapiens
A star fell to the earth
The star my love.

Thank you God
For creating beautiful angels
Angel Michael to defend us
Angel Gabriel to give us your message
But isn’t there an Angel missing in Heaven?
Yes! I saw the other day
Right here with me
Please let her stay here
This angel of my heart.

We sent him to represent us
And he obediently went
To represent himself
Never forgot us though
Remembered to turn back
To bite at the fingers that fed him
To kick us in the groin
As he filled his granary
Time is up!
He hasn’t passed our message
He is cunningly back
Asking us to give him
Vouchers for his greed
Our votes
Prove to me my people
Something is between the ears
Send him away
This thief messager.

It is a slow but fast shadow
This thing they call, I think exams
The shadow starts
With the rising of a new year
And sets when least expected
Sets on all its subjects
Creating a feeling of terror
That in the meantime
There will be no sunshine
This shadow.

The dark sets in
I have to balance the accounts
And quote Hyde vs. Hyde
The first day
And the darkness still prevails
I expect sun next
But am supposed now
To assume the boring role
Of the Kenya revenue Authority
This shadow

The economist, the auditor
They can make businesses
But what can they do about
The much I have to do?
To determine the marginal cost
Whatever that is
This shadow.

Heavily loaded my heart is.
Full of love and wonders untold.
Overflowing with passion.
Soaked in affection immeasurable.
Dripping tender gentleness.
Longing for just a response.

Fair damsel of motherland.
Displayed for you did I.
The shape of my heart.
Let you in the secret chambers.
And you turn your back.
As if nothing happened.

Who?
Who then beauties of the land?
Who shall I give?
Who will have this precious stone?
The one the builders rejected.
Throw the jewel to the dogs.
Because my child refused.
Or else anyone;
Where will I take this love?