ANOTHER KENYAN

  We really find love in hopeless places.So my big man passed when I was 14.what a sad way to start a romantic story.Fast forward,we were close,so I found solace in visiting our favourite spot and chilling with his favourite Rhumba trucks(I still do).He embraced 12600 litres and Bourreau Deg Couers by Franco Luambo. This spot resembled a solid first place art gallery in Paris.I used to carry flowers and place them there. After several visits,I realised someone else had a spot next to mine.Unlike mine,this strangers spot had no flowers.Just signs of chocolate and heavenly refreshing scents of cologne. Nice but I had a lot of questions.I felt bad for my unknown friend.This friend had no flowers.Or maybe this friend couldn't afford flowers.But did this friend love flowers in the first place? I suppose yes because she loved chocolates and heavenly refreshing colognes. On my next visits,I started carrying 2 flowers.One for my spot and one for the unknown friend.I never mentioned this t...

  ROMANTIC RIVALS Misery loves company but third-wheeling when someone is getting dumped has to be a top tier draining feeling. Mediation is a extreme sport folks. This one time,my guy Ochi wasn't in good terms with the 'laugh and love' of his life. So like a good homie, I had to intervene. Bros before hoes. Ochi asks for my wisdom and like an upcoming village elder,I suggest a cool place by the river.I could have chosen a restaurant but what if a fight ensures and they break chairs?or even worse,a bottle comes landing on my face?Modern problems require modern solutions. Risks are only for entrepreneurs. Friday is here,the day for our meeting.Atleast a reconciliation before weekend.This couple has to party and forget the past.Koffi Annan has nothing on us. This babe shows up at 3pm.What a time keeper.She is in a sundress fahm! " She must really be ready to mend things.Rare species this one." I tell myself.She is with her kid brother.He looks young.Probably in l...

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  I wish we emphasized more about platonic love the way we do with romantic love because friends? Bruh.They love you in a way romantic partners might never.Sometimes we make it out of sheer luck,but tell me who who hasn't made it by friends love? In the deepest,darkest pits of grief,friends lit torches.Whether you're a champion,a looser, whatever you want to be.Every text,call,voice note or meme will keep you afloat. I think the most amazing thing about friendships are those who choose you for you.You grow,set boundaries and if things work, Inshallah.A love that is because it just is.Justice served,justice deserved.In and of itself! @AnotherKenyan

  YOUR CITY RESTS ON A HILL Stereo hearts.Thup!Thup!Thup!It pumps. This Radio never sleeps.You turn it up, frequency and melodies meant for you.A frown turns into a smile,a distance turns into a mile. The day you're looking for a job,is the day you bump into beauty.You swear you'd catch a grenade for them, throw your head on the blade or even jump Infront of a train. Love breaths,love lives.Question is, would they do the same? A journey full of problems,a journey packed with madness.Your city rests on a hill!

  The year isn't clear. I'm a freshman in highschool.I am eyeing this pretty girl in my neighborhood.Just like John Holt  said,she is so beautiful,I call her sweetie.A teen is always hungry for love.Even if I was young,dumb and broke,I still had love to give.If I die, atleast I died trying.A reason is all. My big man must have noticed my recent movements.His son was trying to be a man. Fast forward,I take my other half to this famous dazzling and impeccable restaurant on the shores of Lake Victoria.Scene? Magnificent.Breeze? Therapeutic.The decor and ambience is great.Our vibe casual and relaxed.Shakespear could have borrowed some skills for Romeo and Juliet from us. All I had was love to give,but the love of my life must see my passion through a bottle of fanta.Small things matter,right? We're sipping our drinks, shenanigans here and there. I'm being told about the last letter I sent.She says she loved the song I dedicated to her.She says Bruno Mars made a masterpiece ...

 IN THIS JUNGLE DJANGO Django Django, You're running away from something No,towards something A man lives on hope Django A man trusts the ropes Django Django, You've always been alone But love will just live on Life must always go on Don't spend yours regretting Django Django Django, You must face another day After showers,the sun shines Take no pleasure in a man's pain Django Or it's wrath will come down like a cold rain Django Django, You've got a name Be a winner in your game Django Django, Go out and don't be the same! @AnotherKenyan #Moziller *Art_of_Heart* *Poet of the Nation*

 DJANGO UNCHAINED He's the guy who's the talk of the town with a restless beautiful African girl Don't you bother calling him a clown 'Cause he is always on a bumpy run Love chained him in the village chief's girl She's a beauty who could just fall for words Love found her in his battle with the dad In the Baraza about the villages baddest gang She gave him her heart and now they have to run A poor man's son couldn't resist her love Like a pine tree lined up in unending road Or like a singing bird that found its own tone She's a beauty,he thanked the Lord for His work It's a game that doesn't deserve a name But she took it,yes she had his last name Now he's handling his business in the name of the Lord @AnotherKenyan #Moziller #Art_of_Heart Poet of the Nation

  DEAD MAN'S SHOES Look what you made me do? Now who is a fool?Me or You? You were supposed to be a Monster But you taught me to be a beast? My gear is gone and you're talking about Peace I'm nuts...Ooh I'm talking to a stranger It wasn't you,maybe it was the world The unfair world made you a Villain You destroyed a future Ooh man,you killed a bread winner! But I got fatter,guess who's thinner? My struggle is over,why should you live? "No,please forgive,don't revenge It's for devils,that was the past" Thank you Church,I am the devil You chose to assassinate him I'm here for him If you land in heaven,thank God for hell If I land in hell, I'll curse the devil for leaving heaven! @Another_Kenyan #Moziller #Art_of_Heart *Poet of the Nation*

  ENEMY OF LOVERS The blood-dimmed tide is loosed  And everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned The day you need a wife The market is full of mad men When breathing doesn't mean you're alive Time is just an enemy of love The thief that shortens garden hours Make me understand, Why do lovers count their happiness In days,nights and years While love can only be measured In joys,sighs and tears?

Quiet space.The wind hauls.Trees sway..Breeze,not a lake but hey,this dam is prolly 1kmsq.Its surrounded by tea and coffee plantations.The view? Therapeutic.We're only five here.Everyone in their own world.My earphones and rhumba  might work magic but not today.Madilu and Franco can wait.This kid is reading a book, "Who moved my cheese?" I love him already.Frowns turn to smiles.Heart beats.If you pay attention,nature speaks!

WE LIVE IN A BUBBLE Are we too stressed for our age?Yes, sometimes we worry so much about what the future holds or the mistakes we might have made in the past and end up not living our best 'now' life.Think about it,for a generation subjected to social media pressure,Generation Z is fighting constant endless battles.High cost of living,quick-money ventures,pyramid money laundering schemes,health problems,taxes, mortgages,feminism,chauvinism,LGBTQ,racism,name them. These must be the most scary times in human history. In pops democracy.Everyone is entitled to an opinion,whether good or bad. Sometimes I'm tempted to ask;What would happen if a veteran who passed during World war 1 resurrects for just one week? S/he would be hit by all kinds of shenanigans. Leave alone COVID.This life is a pandemic on itself. The reality is,things are not getting better.In a place that has proven to be more toxic as time goes,you either choose to survive or die trying to rescue yourself.

I WANTED TO WRITE YOU A LETTER I wanted to write you a letter,my love A letter of intimate secrets And memories of you A letter of your travelling lips and super caresses Your gentle eyes and firm nipples I wanted to write you a letter,my love To bring back the days of our secret hunts Nights lost in the long grass The shadow of your dripping legs And moonlight filtering through endless palms I wanted to write you a letter To bring back the endless passion Pleasure wrapped about my life Jokes,chokes and strokes of a wife A letter of this thing deeper and hard I wanted to write you a letter @AnotherKenyan #Moziller *Art_of_Heart* *Poet of the Nation*

IN THE SHADOW OF LOVERS Whoever said "Someones wife is a no go zone",called his ally who went ahead and asked "Hapa ni wapi?" Thanks to Sauti sol,there is no other way to introduce this. Fast forward, I'm from town.I find the the doors of our humble abode open.Cold chills run through my veins.No one is safe in this side of the city.My roommate,Ochi,had left for the city of Champions (Eldoret) and was supposed to stay there for a week.He said he had met this pretty damsel whom he saw a future with.This was the 5th girl Ochi was seeing a future with.Words are left, people are villagers. It was a surprise when I found Ochi seated on the only plastic chair in our mansion.From the look of things,he was disturbed. "Ni nini buana?That was fast!" I asked as I dropped my paraphernalia. It happened that after meeting this damsel in town,Ochi went ahead and asked for her contacts.He even offered to foot the bills.What a gentleman! Days came and went.His launched ...

  A LETTER TO LOVEBIRDS Dear lovebirds, The universe listens,to the warm glow of impulse,the fascination of every young lad for another.The half that wants you to be better.A calm intellectual and mutual understanding.Passion and submission of two acquainted people. (You must have thought of someone and probably smiled).That is the attention that love deserves. It is only fair to say love is blind because once you feel it, reason is ignored and judgement overthrown.Come to think about it;how many times have you refused to submit to advice or control,but insisted on having your own way regardless of the consequences?Does that mean everyone is entitled to their definition of love and that doesn't have to make sense to everyone? Decisions made by desires prove difficult to change.All men and women of experience have sacrificed their good name of honor for people they loved.Mark Zuckerberg,Elon Musk,name them.Love is so good at first,but I'm afraid several questions must be raised....

Yes he knows,success has many parents.Failure is an orphan.Before he yawns,the spinners are spinning their cotton.The blacksmiths are smithing their iron.Village water carriers are at the river. The world is cruel.Its a battle field. It holds no punches.One might land on your throat.If you die,you die rescuing yourself.

  STATE STAR Dear Wanjiru, The tenant dreams of the landlord because the sleep is no longer sweet happily,the sadness if the skin doesn't come The midnight moon rises ,she smiles Once upon a younger year Looks like I found a rose Wanjiru proposing love with you is a fusion of feelings My wild heart lives for your magic spice before midnight Take your hands Wanjiru,and place them both in mine Don't let them slip away let's go face to face with our fears Wanjiru Learn our lessons through tears And make memories that won't fade When we get older and crave for younger days, I'll think of you if ever you're afraid If I'll be made to pick between your smile and the sun I'll pick your smile twice There is sunshine in your smile @AnotherKenyan #Moziller #Art_of_Heart

  IF ART HEALS If art heals, I need it in my heart The burden I carry weighs more than the country pounds This time it's weight has thrown me on the ground If art heals, please show me how I need to cope with problems the other way round That which I've tried wails without a sound If art heals, I've been hiding how I feel I need a medic possessed with zest and zeal As I wait to lick her medicine and relax for real If art heals Try me with your ink I need to be in the comfort of your pen's wisdom Should I give you a paper or a microphone to match your melodious kingdom? @AnotherKenyan #Moziller *Art_of_Heart* *Poet of the Nation*

 We all want what we ain't got Our favourite doors are always locked On a higher hill with a taller top we all want what we ain't got We ain't happy where we are There's greener grass in the neighbours' yard A bigger house and a faster car We ain't happy where we are 'cause we all want what we ain't got All you want is what you had All the love,vibes and cards You'll trade it all just to get them back They're moving on,but I guess you're not 'cause we all want what ain't got we want the world,until the whole world stops when you try your best but it doesn't work You just wish it didn't hurt 'cause we all want what we ain't got  @AnotherKenyan #Moziller *Art_of_Hear t* *Poet of the Nation*

 Whatever you do,do not get a pet before you settle down with your own family. Mtu anakuita kwake unaanza kuuliza kama unaweza kuja na paka anachoka na wewe. So this one time ,the weekend is still young.My guy Kinyua,who should have been named Kunywa because he drinks anything in this town,from fine girls to beers and vodkas.Fast foward,Kinyua calls and arranges for a few bottles at our favourite 'locals' in the hood.I quickly figure out where I'll leave my cat but it's too late .Kama mbaya ipakwe rangi.It can survive with Omena.After all,this is a house of soldiers.We live by the gun and die by its bullets. Kinyua and I find a spot next to the Deejay's box.Opposite is this fine shawty probably in her early twenties enjoying life with a heavily built fella.They are taking Keg or famously known as Jug Daniels.You can as well tell she doesn't like it.She must be here because he has veins in his arms.Anyway,who cares?Only Kinyua.My guy seems to be into her. Kinyua ...

 Hoots!Hectic! Its 7pm.A little walk past Uhuru Park across Uhuru highway ensures I'm in town after a long day in Upper Hill.I stretch past Archives towards Temple road to board a Nganya to Eastlando. I find an empty seat at my favourite Back left spot and sighs "Nairobi Half-life" before the bus starts heading to the Gikosh roundabout.Mr Vegas in the background singing 'Its hot and wicked this year,not even water can cool me.' Nairobi's public transport system can be tad-off the civilization rail-but hey, It is cutely vibrant.Say a sudden rain showers, excited campus students in a rioting mood or just a politician sported in town.Prices hike for no reason or just some fickle. 'Our' pimped machine hits Jogoo Road and the tout starts doing what he does best.He reaches this senior citizen seated opposite me.He's clearly from upcountry on a city run.Perhaps to visit a relative in BuruBuru- follow up on a delayed pension - medical appointment.Well,not ...