ANOTHER KENYAN

  JILTED LOVERS Cold on her narrow cot, she lied A mosaic star Diagrams of falling year I loved my Hellena Now there no there That's after Carolina Moon and sub reflected her flame But I still chose Jemima "In the morning all shall be the same again" This was Maimuna My gilded cork turned for her This was peak of noon during Sauna I never meant to cheat I swear but that glare of love from Susanna She stood out Radiance of frozen faith They must have told you about Angelina I didn't seduce her, She was a monster,a super rider but are good riders better lovers? Hail thee my current La Patrona A future of guaranteed honor She mended a broken marathoner  Who thought I'd never win her? @AnotherKenyan #Moziller #Art_of_Heart

  *IN AN AFRICAN PARTY* It's 5 a.m in the ghetto. The table on which Andrea cooks Chapatis is as hot as early birds like it. In this side of the city,the imbalanced diet of Chapati and beans only saves you from hunger that could lead to your death.Otherwise, no one cares about healthy meals here. Andrea gets all sorts of customers,say school kids, a passanger is a rush hour matatu to town or a just a bachelor about to start his day in the City. This day, Andrea is lucky to get a young lady who seems to be in her late thirties. At the back of her car are two young lads in school uniforms. 'They are probably her kids' Andrea concludes...tbc

  A LETTER TO NERDS AND WEIRDOS  Hi nerds!Do you copy? Its been a while,I hope you still run the world. There are still many more exciting stories to tell within the world of stranger things;new mysteries,new adventures and new unexpected heroes. I hope yall remember the scars of loving and living.Where we come from, we're just lucky to be in the 20th century .Thin line between hell(if it really exists) and here. Life is a beautiful game and still,it's not fair. Y'all break the rules and act like you don't care. Fellow nerds,a people must know their origin and practice their traditions in order to be themselves.If not,they loose themselves in another's vision of reality and if that reality is the creation of their enemy,then they fall deeply asleep in someone else's nightmare. We've always written letters about what our time together were.I don't intend to be stuck 'cause being stuck sucks.Working with you again is given.So until next time,I want you...

Dear universe,contentment is the mother of mediocrity.The game is rigged,but whoever says you can't loose if you don't play doesn't consider winning as an option. I'm out to catch my slices with niceness.If I must chew,make it soft.If I must toil for it,make it short.For in this world you made,man must eat!

 I  wonder who picks who? Did the books we read choose us? Or did we choose the books we read because of who we already are? The year is 2020. Covid is showing Ochi and I dust. We are vibing about how rich we will be in future. Hope is a good thing for sure, probably the best thing. 5 minutes into the conversation,a knock sounds on our neighbor's door. There is no privacy in Eastlands. We live like siblings in this apartment. Our neighbor's ex has come for 'her clothes' and in her words, "I'm not leaving, it's curfew time, and it's too late to get home." 'Who knew evil girls have the prettiest face?'  I peeped through the window and saw him pushing this beautiful chick. Not gender-based violence in my presence. I was forced to mind their business. She wanted him to produce the clothes she had left but couldn't see anymore. I asked to help her look so she could leave but she wanted no help from anyone, leave alone a neighbor. She wanted ...

  WEED AND THE DEED Smoking weed while doing the Deed Puff!Puff!Pass She sparks-up a Doobie And gets flirty I said let's do this  'Cause she always talks dirty When she made that magic twist We hit the valley and kept it slick Huff!Puff and brake in bliss Kiss and lick or hit and twist I love it when we make love And hit the blunts Play good music That unchain the magic in us Say its us baby,say its us. 'cause oh yes,It's us! @AnotherKenyan

  Dear universe,the tenant dreams of the landlord because the sleep is no longer sweet.Happily,the sadness of the skin disappears.He is building his own mansion.Before the sun rises,the blacksmith is forging his irons,the  engineer is with the masons,the village women are gossiping down the river.The weaver birds are done with warms, their nests need grass.The market women are complaining of taxes. The new tax man appreciates his resources.Failure is indeed an orphan, Success has many parents.This morning,tell me how and where to get it.For in this world you made,man must eat!