Poetry & Works by Kaffi & Kaffy

From the mountains they came, Smeared in ash, they all looked the same, They indeed looked paler than white, And with sticks that spat flame. Our brave warriors armed with bows, Blessed by *Ngai-prophets they stood in rows, With a sprinkle of holy water, they all bowed, And swore never to let their motherland be sold. Ululations by the village women, As they sent the warriors at seven, All in groups of one to eleven, And swore if they died, they leave for heaven. The sticks spat flame, The warriors charged bellowing flames, Limited in might but full of brave, They swore none of them would end up a slave. Warriors and villains as they were seen, All stood from different divides With hate and contempt in line, They shot and slaughtered inhumanely. The white apes emerged victorious And no custom or culture did they take serious, They degraded us and made us minors. Not satisfied with the land they seized the life of sailors. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

In your arms I found peace, a world so silent full of comfort and love, I believed in love, till that day it turned soar, In your arms I lay my life, every night coming to you, every decision influenced by your smile, now I find myself alone, rebuilding a life gone wrong. I still love you, but it hurts so much I have learnt to build walls of pride and arrogance to blot you out, to keep memories of you away, to keep the hurt at bay. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

Bye is a second chance. when painful silence marks her absence, when cold fills your day and you never feel the same. Bye is a second chance. when your walls crumble down, when your smile is a frown when you can’t laugh no more and life becomes so cold. Bye is a second chance. when your feelings die and tears never dry, when she is no longer in your arms and all good turns dark. Bye is a second chance. when your heart still beats, when you can’t find peace within, when she is far, yet close every day. Bye is a second chance. when love is true, when you can’t be two, when you know she is there and her beauty forever fair. Bye is.........., a second chance ™©Mwangi Njoroge. *to someone once special in my life...*

So am a girl, that they do say, that am suppose to love a man, now that I do not understand. I never liked men, never felt anything for them, always felt I belonged with women. women are beautiful, they have a different form of loving, each action is caring and never short of the right sensual touching, their care, their understanding all are warm and fuzzily inside, I love the way they hug me back, condition their lips and sway their hips. I get horny every time I look into girls eyes, my body goes on over drive and all I can think of and want to do is to make out. my mum doesn’t know doubt she would understand my world or lifestyle, It would surely crash my dad If he found out the truth, I want to fall in love but with what gender? am a lesbian, That’s my dilemma. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

cold, dark and silent, this is what lies in the stairwell, webs dangling in the hallways, and scorpion infested corridors. dust blows with every step as roaches scamper into desks. we are in the heart of the house of horrors, bats hang from the ceiling and the walls are painted with blood, we walk over skulls and trip over tombstones. “the name of the Devil” reads the last door in the hallway. I slide it open slowly and the room lights up red, snakes coil on the statues and right at the centre: lies my dream. before I stretch out my arm, a tremor rocks the house, dust and bugs fall from above, the snakes hiss frantically, cold sweat tears my skin. fear has gripped my spine, my eyes have turned bloodshot and goose bumps have covered my body, as I turn to run, I fall of my bed, It was just a dream. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

I need to breathe, take a moment and see all that you have blessed me with, I need to breathe, let this breathe of air sink in, allow my mind to be free, seek silence and refuge, move into the light, feel the sun on my skin. I need to, I need to breathe, take this minute and see you in my life, take this moment and appreciate you. I need to breathe close my eyes and see the unseen, hear your voice roar in the thunderstorm, feel you pass by in the wind, feel your love in my parents smile. I need to breathe, break this shackles, light a candle and walk out of this tunnel. I need to breathe, stop and see you as my friend, my brother, see you as my parent, see you my God, see you the almighty Lord. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

I remember you, from that time in form two, from when crossed paths for the very first time and I decided it was you. It was magical how you made me feel, how you turned my grey life blue. It was beautiful how we found room for one more encounter. never thought we would last long, at least not this long. It’s being seven years and still am in love, It’s being seven years and still feels like the first time when we met and I held you and I told I love you. still love your dark skin, still love your sweet sourly taste. The power you have over me, that power to bring life, that power to find that smile, the power to wipe away failures of today and bury them in yesterday. So still I come back. NO, still you got me coming back, every day, every night back to this counter, back for one more encounter, back for a drop of Guinness. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Am not having sex today, am plugging my headsets putting on warmer clothes and turning away. Am not kissing you goodnight, not holding your tummy through the night, don’t want any massage hand jobs or blowjobs, I just want to sleep, crack the window for a softer breeze, want to dream unplanned dreams relax on my bed like I used to, wake up next day and feel the sun on my skin, don’t want sex tonight I just need myself to me, no P2s in the morning, mood swings or nausea. I want to cook my own breakfast Walk around in my boxers Eat of the pan no care, no manners. Dance in my pyjamas cat walk in the garage No sex tonight, No foreplay Give me tonight, By myself to my mind, Then we can break up in the morning And blame it on not having sex ™©Mwangi Njoroge

Dear week, If I may, I would like to speak; complain a bit yet comment about the week. I love Wednesdays, It’s the only day halfway of a traumatizing week, Thursdays are a blessing, that light at the end of the tunnel, They give me hope of the weekend tell me, it’s just a mile ahead; Friday is the only day I look forward to, The minutes, the seconds Count down to a deserved afternoon, A time to myself, My buddies, at times The family: but mostly they count down to the weekend. I just love Saturday, you should think of Increasing the hours In that day, too bad It always comes to an end and my head heavy on my beloved bed. Sunday is my detox day. Detox the week away, Detox off the drinks. I grab a bite to eat, roam around parks and museums Sunday is a worthy day wonder why it has to usher in the dreaded Monday. The day of chaos Unmet deadlines and bloody hang over’s, Tuesdays should be a weekend A day to blow of steam brought by Monday. Dear week, These are my observations and genuine su

February 19 – March 20 T he Pisces zodiac signs and meanings deal with acquiring vast amounts of knowledge, but you would never know it. They keep an extremely low profile compared to others in the zodiac. They are honest, unselfish, trustworthy and often have quiet dispositions. They can be overcautious and sometimes gullible. These qualities can cause the Pisces to be taken advantage of, which is unfortunate as this sign is beautifully gentle, and generous. In the end, however, the Pisces is often the victor of ill circumstance because of his/her intense determination. They become passionately devoted to a cause – particularly if they are championing for friends or family

February 19 – March 20 Also unassuming, the Pisces zodiac signs and meanings deal with acquiring vast amounts of knowledge, but you would never know it. They keep an extremely low profile compared to others in the zodiac. They are honest, unselfish, trustworthy and often have quiet dispositions. They can be overcautious and sometimes gullible. These qualities can cause the Pisces to be taken advantage of, which is unfortunate as this sign is beautifully gentle, and generous. In the end, however, the Pisces is often the victor of ill circumstance because of his/her intense determination. They become passionately devoted to a cause – particularly if they are championing for friends or family

“I found her on top of me” It was a good evening, the day was long yet beautiful, my pal called me, asked me to take care of his lady. He was getting out of town in hurry, something bout a business deal gone weary, So I picked her up, went for some Cuban Coffee, had a few cups maybe three. Soon I begun feeling different, feeling odd, So I decided it’s time to go home, I thought I was alone, didn’t know she was in my ride. She talked me through the distance, got home and passed out, now I wake up, gain some conscious and find her on top of me. Her cologne suffocating me, I can feel her warm body press deep Feel her hands play with my joystick. I can feel something has happened within, Being messed is the last of my worries For my girlfriend just rang the door bell. Honestly “I found her on top of me” ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Let’s be friends again, forget tears of yesterday, let go of the anger and pain, I acknowledge my fault and the truth hurs than the loss of the friendship we sow Bring me your cup, I have the bottle, life as a mortal Is short and full of hurdles, bring me your cup let’s toast to today. I’ve forgiven you, and request the same of you, I want to be at piece, to live without suffocating, I pray to be at peace, I pray we be friends. let’s be friends, friends like the first time, friends like we never met before, friends like we never left, friends like nothing ever changed, let’s be friends one more time. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

blooming buds, joyous songs, merry birds and rose thorns, a little laughter a little sunshine sweet memories and innocent love, a slideshow of life a preview of smiles, of love and weddings of death and coffins, It’s a story of hi’s and footprints of bye’s a discovery of relationship and suicide of friendship. It’s of beautiful train rides and exotic sea dives, It’s of us in love and sadly so,-as in hurt- It’s our lives of beautiful consequences. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

Make me your flower, Prune, Cultivate And nature me. Cut-off my thorns Straighten my folds, Water and tender to me. Watch me grow, From a seedling To a blossoming bud. Breathe my scent, Stroke my petals. Let me refresh your life. Hold me to your bosoms, Walk and build your life With me by your side. Let’s share life, Let’s share love, Let’s grow together. Accept me as yours. Let’s build and bring new life. Let’s forever remember To say “thank you” For the blessings Our good Lord Has showered on as. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

Today, I break down my rosary, go down on my knees, beg, plea and weep, It’s being so long my soul is deceased, It’s being so hard I no longer cry but bleed, these wounds have rotten within, gotten so bad I have lost the will to leave, everyday I dodge a bullet, hide behind my pride and assume it, I have tried every trick in the bible, learnt new tricks on survival, but somehow, some how I just can’t cheat my addictions, like the bogeyman they attack at my weakest, like the saviour they are generous to give me options, the only thing is that my addictions are my shadow, they give rise to the good physical me, the girl you all love, my addictions are evil, impure, some are just beautiful. If I lose my addictions   Who do I become? am willing to lose my addictions but where will I learn Am breaking down my rosary but I don’t know how, Am braking down my rosary but I don’t know why ™© Mwangi Njoroge

let’s make a million today, cross the ocean with a single step, let’s make magic every night we cuddle, let’s define love, stretch out our arms, hold the moon and move the stars, let’s count the sand pouring through our grasp, slow down our breath every time we touch, let’s steal that smile, lock it up safely till we need it another day, let’s dance in the rain soak wet as we play about, close our eyes, feel the breeze; feel the sun caress, let’s trap this moment, break the hour glass, look at the sun set, drink to friendship, toast to family. Let’s do that they refer to as Impossible. ©Mwangi Njoroge

Passion boils behind her eyes Her hips have a gentle sway There’s torment of seduction In every word she will say Her more than ample bosom Spills from her strapless dress Framed by auburn locks of hair Inviting every mans’ caress When she walks into the room No man can help but stare A vixen walks among them She’s the goddess with red hair Taunting in a southern drawl With just a hint of teasing She’s carefully constructing Every word she says, as pleasing Women stare with jealous eyes Their husbands spilling drool This wicked witch has cast a spell That proves every man a fool She looks out at her sisters feeling deeply their disgust Wishing she could give to them This curse she knows as lust

Dear alarm clock, we have to sit down and have a talk. Of late you have changed, gotten a certain irritating habit, It has come to my attention that every Monday morning you ring earlier than expected, you are shortening my nights, Interrupting my sleep as I float in my dreams, I love my bed, that you have to get, when evening comes am always looking to sleep like a king yet every Monday morning you are there screaming like some mad pig. I hope you understand me. I love when you ring, wake me up and keep me on time but do you mind cooling it a bit? Yours lovingly ©Mwangi Njoroge

When the world turns cold, and everything goes wrong, when I feel lost and feel all alone, i pick my phone, scroll my songs, plug the headphones and set the volume to maximum. I get lost in to that world, where music heals the hurt, cleans the wounds of love soothes and warms the heart. Music comforts me gives me a reason to breathe. When the rumours try to choke me, when my friends irritate me, when am at loss of words, or when I want to be alone, peacefully silent, I know music is my refuge, my fairly tale home. ©Mwangi Njoroge

this is it, the stabbed breast of Romeo, the bleeding away of true, genuine love. It is the lies of expectant tomorrows’, the teary flow of melting water from the polar ice caps, the warmth of a mother’s love. It’s that feeling of hurt when you realise you are drawing apart, that unsurely conscious when you pull your pants down; and willingly spread your legs apart. It is the realisation that your entire castle stands on pillars of sand. It’s the mixture of love And at most loathe. I want to love, learn it’s a, b, c’s but Julz, Emma and Namatsi Perceive it impossible, A suicidal phenomenal. So this is it, the knife that will stab your back, the proud hyena in the pack , it’s the hound that hawks love. It’s the emotion, the fear, the insecurity of a child running in the dark. This is kaffy, burying the heroes of love and keeping scores of the few who survived love. ©Mwangi Njoroge

Lonely are the nights, the long walks and cold thoughts, Lonely are the days I stare at the sky and dry my eyes on my solemn past, Lonely am I, in so many ways so many wars no victory at all, Lonely are the seasons, Lonely are the years I have come to see the truth, So lonely am I, that it brings tears. that my smile faded in the hurt long when love was true, when every day was a memorial service to the reality I lived, Lonely is this place, Lonely is my life, Lonely am I, that my shadow forsakes me, Lonely is this moment frozen in time tethered to illusions of maybes’, Lonely is my sentence the punishment for giving my heart away. ©Mwangi Njoroge.

At first you moved, only a little. I could always find you, right in the middle. As time went on, you really started to grow. It wasn't a whole lot, in fact, it was rather slow. Before I knew it, you were all over the place. It kind of felt like, you were running a race. People would ask me, if, you were a boy or a girl. I would sit and wonder, if, you would have curls. There are so many things, I really want to know. But, you are hidden inside, so the answers don't show. How much will you weigh? How tall will you be? What color is your hair? Will you even like me? I hope and pray, you feel like you belong. I never want you to feel, like you are alone. Your Dad and I, planned you from the start. You, my dear child, were made straight from our hearts. In about a week or so, I'll meet you, for the first time. For you are the product, of your Dad's love and mine. There will be no one like you, not any place in the world. It really doesn't matter, if you are a boy or a

Tic Toc Am watching the clock Count away on that wall, Listening to those screams get loud: the kidnappers said they will let us go, now 4hrs are gone and hope is diminishing with every tic toc, am now on my knees talking to God, making amends with my soul lest this be my last day, 2hrs ago, I had hope now that wall Is filled with cracks It’s only bound to fall. I have watched enough movies to gauge my chances of survival, and with every tic toc things aren’t looking good at all. at least I know I will be missed and my poetry will leave on, at least I can see why we should appreciate what and who we have every single day we are blessed with, a simple thank you, a warm greeting, appreciate someone today. ©Mwangi Njoroge

Tonight am making it right, Arrive home early, Prepare a meal for my sweet darling, tonight I am treating my wife. Call her girlfriends Make sure she doesn’t come home early, Turn down the lights Fill the the house with candle light, Burn incense through the night Tonight I bring out the good wine, Ensure the mood is set right, Let the moon shine bright Tonight I love my wife Tonight I take time, To sit by her side See her smile See her happy Tonight I remind her why she is my lady Why she is my angel ©Mwangi Njoroge

he stands all day, bracing the winds and sunny spells, in his blue uniform he can’t abandoned his post. rarely is he seen for his virtues but ever suffocating vices. directing motorists, controlling traffic, caring for strangers who are short of the simple pleasantries. underpaid and unheard he sticks to his duty only noticed as the corrupt one, ask yourself my friend, a pay slip of twelve thousand, reccurring needs and unending wants what would you have him do? Starve to death! as he pleases the sytem? Yeah,they get shelter! but how many of us can leave in those shanties and be happy with their job! This is Kenya! Resources are scarce, If you don’t look out for your self we can only afford to burry you The man at the centre of the road CORRUPT!, maybe, but given the circumstance wouldn’t you be corrupt?! watch him wave, shout, watch him help you get home despite your abusive mentality. I arrived safely to school today Thank you Officer and my kitu kidogo, Is not a bribe but a little o

let’s be friends assume we’ve already met, share false secrets so long as we smile and avoid any regrets. let’s be pals, lie on my laps and let me stroke your hair, let’s light a bonfire and tell of imaginary adventures. let’s be friends, for at least today till tomorrow comes, watch yesterday slither away into history, till dusk fades into the horizon, let’s be friends. ©Mwangi Njoroge.

I want to burn this addiction away tie it all up and set it ablaze, watch it burn up, hear it scream like an excorsised demon, I want to smell its flesh burn, watch its blood turn black, I want to smell its roasting body and see smoke raise, am tired of leaving under its control, tired of falling every time I get up, tonight I make a stand, decide my freedom over this sick addiction, I can no longer hide it, Nor stand it, It has become my breath, my very life. NO! NO! NO! I have come too far to crumble here, I have suffered long enough to stay quiet any longer. Tonight I stand my ground, take my torch and pour gas on my hay. Am burning this up! Burning all sins, All joys, all satisfactions That this addiction brings me. ENOUGH is ENOUGH! am not doing this anymore!. Tonight am the last man standing. Tonight am the one smiling. Tonight am letting it all burn, stay here, keep watch till am sure its forever gone. Tonight I seize being insecure, Tonight I burn my skeletons and this disgust

Upon the hill sits the lost chapel, Lone and abandoned It’s the home to ghosts, I have heard stories of ghouls and lost souls. A wilderness dawns the foot of the hill, flowing with bitter streams and thickets painted on the canvas of its environment, wild berries and comatose vultures prey on wandering individuals, every step venturing to the chapel is a dwindling flame of life. Its where demons and angels play black jack and raise bets onto when the world will end. come see stones turn to bread, and serpents to true friends. The lost chapel gives purpose to individuals of strong faith and destroys sadist on pulpits, Seek the lost chapel And you shall be delivered to your desires ©Mwangi Njoroge.

Life has changed No more black and white Just shades of grey, Laughter’s are plastic And hi’s no longer true, The rich continue to be obese While the poor languish in poverty We straggle in schools Yet jobs are reserved for the few My diploma or degree Is irrelevant if not accompanied by a godfather Being righteous no longer pays off, You have to know the loops, The cracks and weak points, Nothing goes as planned Someone else always an upper hand I can only say cheat! Cause this game is pointless Life has already being drawn out Graphed and set in motion Planning for success Is as good as making new year resolutions, Following rules will only Sink you into a bigger abyss So my friends I ask, is it worth Looking at the stars so much That you miss the moon? ©Mwangi Njoroge

let’s stop time, take a leap of faith, stop and appreciate the beauty of the rising sun. choose friendship over paradise, make our future happen. let’s stop listening to the clocks tick and bring change to change. redefine the normal and allow ourselves be. lets fill these albums with beautiful memories, scrap away yesterday and smile with that tear in our left eye. blow out the candle and I will tell you where the light went. you can only be afraid when you let fear in you, close your eyes my lady know your future is safe with me. let’s be like a black swan special, rare and unique, let’s throw control out the window and learn who to trust and who not to, take this moment and view chaos as a window of opportunity. If you sit by the river long enough, you will see the bodies of your enemies float by. let’s not be obsessed with the future let’s not get drawn out of today. gone are the days of monsters, we determine our angels and give rise to our demons. let’s water it down to trust, s

am tired of these bureaucracies must I love you to have sex?!, No! this is not for me, come here lady, turn around, let me see what you are packing, am a willing buyer, are you a willing seller?, tell me what you can do, any special tricks, or any treats under your ebony skin? Any special offers tonight? my girl prefers negotiations, tonight am taking the easy way out, we can do it in my X6, take your clothes off baby, let’s rock in the backseat drain me off this weariness, take me to seventh heaven, watch your body rock back and forth if I get a hung of it, we can make it fellowship, meet every Sunday, when she least expect it, take a drive up to my mountain cabin, you can bring a friend, and it can be our little secret, forget love, all I need is a good fuck.. am a willing buyer, are you a willing seller ©Mwangi Njoroge

He called for me, When I was no more Sealed off in that tomb, He called for me, When I was dead and gone, When my skin Went dark and cold, I heard the voice of God, Amidst the confusion and ghosts, He called out for me, Took time to find me In the blistering frost. He called out for me Held me and led me Out of the grave yard, When my friends said ‘to bad he is lost’, My God didn’t forget my soul, I close my eyes And now can see my friends I open my eyes And I can see the truth from the lies, I can see the love from my mum The love from my dad, I have learnt from my past And am not going back, I have learnt from life And am sticking to my God, My family and a few friends ©Mwangi Njoroge

Review summary of Kaffy as the poet by Julz Amare Poeta   I see you as the chaos theory. Order within the disorder very impulsive yet deliberate. You write about everyday things but those we dare not share,   you also view things in retrospect and are influenced by famous great works. You hide your emotion from the open, by an almost detached way yet you keep them short so not to betray too much masking something deeper. (Actually am curious to see what you don’t post online) You also keep them short cause as you said they deliver, I told you,you were touched as you are inspired You approach is a nice clean slice; very neat. You   never lack for a muse and gather verses from a great many things. You are a tad contradictory which is sure to always keep things interesting. In short your stuff is fab. PS: shorthand terms edited: observing NOT to alter ORIGINAL context ©Mwangi Njoroge

It’s of the love for the art And appreciation by friends That I can say am marking my trend, It’s of individuals Who warm my heart And help erase my past, It’s of new friends, It’s of old friends It’s of gold and silver The poets and social family. So today I write to appreciate To say thank you For being true friends. For giving me an audience To hear my work, Namatsi you are a friend beyond words And thank you falls short of the feeling within For criticizing my work And never shying from your perspective Orato I say, ‘keep me on my toes’ For taking time to ALWAYS Read my work Dinda I can only share my true friendship As my thank you, Lyn Carson Shaan’t-tell a.K.a linet Only mountains never meet For now we smile knowing we will, It takes a great pride and humility For great poets to appreciate and Identify another poet And Lexx, Julz and Canon Am humbled by your ever gracing contribution For my daughter Brydgidanne And my brother Sir Mwas, Only blood can tell Of the immense appreciat

I want to confess, Let all this go As my love for you Went cold, I have being seeing Someone else, I have being in love With your best friend, She understands me more, Treat and respect me Like a man is suppose to be (missing URL:ERROR 543 CORRECT GATEWAY)

Why can't you love me the way you should? I know you could... Instead my heartache is what your choosing... It's me that you are loosing... I hate what you've done to me, I was all that you ever wanted me to be, I'm not blind, I can see.. I see your game, I'm not insane, you are hurting me... After everything I have done for you, everything I gave you, you turn around and cheat? All the times and memories we have spent together you even said we'd be forever.. The bond we share, I never thought you would dare, dare to hurt me this way, all the lies you say... You made me sick, she is what you want to pick... You made me cry while you told a lie, you made me want to die... How could this be your not here with me? You are not that man I thought you were, now I know, now I'm sure..."Never hurt you", is what you said, now I know your not a man of your word... Made me feel crazy when I asked "why your phone was off", yet I knew you were hurting

Am kaffy, unbound and unconditioned, the sound of a grieving widow, the tears of a mother at her child’s funeral. Am kaffy, the crushing pride of pain, the naked scum in your mind; evil and unmoral In the eyes of ‘you’ the righteous. Am kaffy Those cough in January, that malaria fever in December. I don’t conform to you, nor try to fit myself into your standards, I do what I want when I want, I choose my friends, who to keep and who to drop, who to kiss and who to share a night with. Am kaffy, moody as a pregnant mother, rude as the equatorial weather. am the palm trees in your vacation that boil in you bum, am that guy who gets to your nerves, am that smoke in the weed, the high feeling in your heroin, am that breathe of earth after a rainy day, that drop of freedom in your search of an oasis. Am that peace in your puff of shisha, Am kaffy, the sweat in your bed the satisfaction in your mourning, the breathlessness in your orgasm, Am kaffy stupid on the outside genius in the moonligh

Paint my valentines blue, Paint my skies red, Paint my roses black And memories violet, Paint my past gold And future silver Paint my heart purple And my emotions yellow, Paint my soul white And attitude green Paint my plans grey And achievements brown Stroke, spray, brush And fill my life with colours. ©Mwangi Njoroge

This is the group of immortals, Of a tradition in success, Of pride and selfless devotion, Of individuals with more than a vision, Of rules gone history, And a new dawn in scenery It’s an empire of a cursed few, A curse so rewarding it’s a blessing, It’s of nature in man’s hand, And of power slumbering in our words, We are an elite group of individuals, Of success the only common and recurrent story We are not bound to any laws We are not to answer for our actions We endeavour for our own satisfaction We milk power from life’s challenges We are independent force in singular And an even greater one as the group Of immortals ©Mwangi Njoroge

The snake is coming Slithering on its steel belly It criss crosses the country Scaring possums and squirrels It crawls through the day and night Sighing and breathing dark smoke It comes by day And is gone by dawn Cutting through the land It shakes and breaks Grind as it makes its way Through the thickets and bushes It is the iron snake That knows neither night nor day break There it slithers away Carrying passengers, goods and animals Maybe to the next village Or to a far away land With its rhythmical crawl It slithers away Good bye iron snake ©Mwangi Njoroge

Sun beams into my porch Meditating and lost in thoughts I remember Kelly; my watch dog A pal I had long ago He was my 8tvh birthday present And a long life friend He followed me wherever I went And kept me company till the sun set He was there during my first relationship And stuck through its hardship He helped me make it through the day And helped me spend it all away He was glad of every morning that come Pulling blankets from my bed He couldn’t wait to get the day started again From his heavy breakfast, to barking at the rain Kelly was a friend all-round Never too busy to avoid me Never too tired to annoy me Kelly my childhood hound ©Mwangi Njoroge