Poetry & Works by Kaffi & Kaffy

make it a life-style,do it all the time,its a choice;like an attitude. people will see you before they hear you,if you can not do it right dont do it yet.quality is never an accident its a descision and a result of hard work.never compare your-self with others,only by yourself. Excellence is competing with your self-to be your self is the essence of life, to assist others is the essence of living. persistent and determination are omnipotent,motigation of risks(ask your self what ae the risk i.e. the plan B if A fails.

These so called friends who let me down Who made me feel as though I would drown? My heart was broken, like a death to grieve, These friends of mine, set out to deceive. We had been friends for many years, With much laughter, fun and tears, We’d had good times, but that was past, Like many things they did not last. They did not invite me, The hurt they caused, They did not ring or call, I think that just about say’s it all. In my awful dark despair, I really thought they would care, A note, a card, or even some flowers, But they were too mean to even use these powers. They left me crying and so upset, How could they, and yet, “I’m alright” they probably said, We don’t care, we’ll go ahead, They carried on it did not matter, They all went out for chatter, No doubt to bitch, to stir and moan, But they had left me, all alone. When days were darkest, and self esteem so low, Calls to Samaritans said it all, They came through with flying colours, These friends did not, that’s all that matter

It isn’t the thing you do; It’s the thing you leave undone, That gives you a bit of a heartache At the setting of the sun. The tender word forgotten, The letter you did not write, The flowers you might have sent, Are your haunting ghosts tonight. The stone you might have lifted Out of a brother’s way, The bit of heartfelt counsel You were hurried too much to say ©Mwangi Njoroge.

I live within sin. The guilt inside, cannot hide. Sit in the river. Sands of sin and guilt Weigh down your body and soul Use the strong currents Move not a muscle Pressure arises to clean Water flow cleanses Stronger the current Stronger the soul to live on Guilt washes away Sins turn to sands now Redemtion has cleared your path You are nothing vague You are everything look upon the horizon Watch the black sands go Return to your home Now blow away to the sky Just like a feather Land softly to earth Redemtion has been made yours Live life free again. (haiku).

Heard you whisper goodnight As I stared at the moon, The skies almost clear The moon shinning bright I swear I felt your presence. The warm breeze Felt like your touch The flowery scent Like fragrance from your body, A tear welled in my eye And I whispered to the sky-goodnight. This night I will remember you More than I do every day, I’ll hum our memories, Recite our adventures, This night I will love you more. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

There's another world inside of me That you may never see There're secrets in this life That I can't hide Somewhere in this darkness There's a light that I can't find Maybe it's too far away... Or maybe I'm just blind... Or maybe I'm just blind... [Chorus] So hold me when I'm here Right me when I'm wrong Hold me when I'm scared And love me when I'm gone Everything I am And everything in me Wants to be the one You wanted me to be I'll never let you down Even if I could I'd give up everything If only for your good So hold me when I'm here Right me when I'm wrong You can hold me when I'm scared You won't always be there So love me when I'm gone Love me when I'm gone... When your education X-Ray Cannot see under my skin I won't tell you a damn thing That I could not tell my friends Roaming through this darkness I'm alive but I'm alone Part of me is fighting this

Blue Poem (i). Ur pussy got me speak’n improper English, May i give you a backshot,its not a big wish, Long dick like a broom,ride it like a witch, Babygurl let me take you to my crib,no one shall watch, We big pimp’n over here,hump’n on the couch Scream my name and call me the coach, Add more morale,tell me don’t stop Coz am on my best shot,man on top ™©KING$$ Blue Poem (II) Le’me curve ya ass, Babygurl have no fuss, Le’me whip some more cream Hold ya boobs as you mourn and scream, Hump it hard gurl, Lets get all kind of crazy tonight, No hands,doing it jungle style, Grab the kitchen table and stay wild, Lets forget bout your boyfriend Tonight am your best friend Think of it as friendship with benefits, Lets crash on the bed Dripping in sweat, Tonight you serve him the cold dish For cheating on you AWOL :P ™©Mwangi Njoroge

Hi little star- up there, may I send you somewhere, not to take a bag of pears nor some colourful squares. I would wish you to say hi to my love, give her warmth In her heart and remind her of the good times we had, Show her brighter days, and let her know am here, Little star Up there Will you Do this for me? ™©Mwangi Njoroge

Same script, different cast, problems of today, same tomorrow struggles in the ghetto, hard life in the villages, bare feet kids trekking to school, patched up shorts with polythene for bags, no desks in class, no food for lunch, girls fetching wood for supper unsure if there will be any, teenage girls strapped with babies on their backs, tending to the small piece of land hoping for something to sprout. Boys in the hood hustling from noon to noon no money to pay for school, ageing women being raped, babies being tossed into sewer lines, no money for medicine people dropping into graves like leaves from a dying tree, love turned into money, relationships no longer exist, love coming with an expiry date, fluctuating with the volume of money. Life’s hardship changing circles Amongst the majority. Same script, different cast, Problems of today same tomorrow Life at an intersection And hope in a coffin. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Can you be rich yet be deep in poverty, Can you be poor yet be wealthy, Can you be sad yet be filled with merry, Can you be ailing yet be healthy, Can you have it all yet lack it all, Can you love yet hate at the same time. Am at crossroads, my mind willing yet my body is weak, am ever jovial yet my heart drowns In a pool of tears. I have so much to blame yet my conscious dies in flames, I am overwhelmed by pain and am out of alternatives. How can one person bear all these, How can I find my face when I look into the mirror. Insanity has become my only sanity, for refuge in me is the beginning of a catastrophe, a taunting illusion of The Rebirth Vs. The Prodigal Son ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

this is what medicine failed to cure, what death failed to put to rest, what scientists failed to discover, what warriors failed to conquer, what wise men failed to answer, what philosophers failed to understand. This is faith, this is courage. To accept Christ, the will to believe and trust in him, this is a tale of love unbound, of a son of man, who perished on the cursed cross to breach the gap between God and Mankind. This is faith, fed with daily prayer and a soul relentless to find God, This is me, The REBIRTH of kAffy ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

It’s beautiful being a girl, and am grateful to be one, but I have a secret inside, something I can’t show: but only hide. I find myself attracted to her, Always wanting to be closer to her, In class we sit together, And always find ourselves together. When mum goes out, We play bride and groom, Locked in my room, We always find something to fool about. Yesterday in school I touched her, Stroked her hair As she lay on my shoulder, I felt her hands on me: -It felt cold, yet sweetly warm.- I don’t know what’s happening, but am liking her, her smile, her hair, her complexion All got me feeling something different inside. Mum said “don’t play with boys”, So I doubt am in the wrong, She come home yesterday with some toys And we made out on the balcony. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Sixteen men In a dead-mans chest, Devils love And beggars wealth, blind man’s vision and a fools wisdom, matrimony at a funeral and love on a tombstone, Peace at crossroads and hate at home, Light under the lamp and death in heaven, Salvage fear and abandon hope, Pour the water and fill the jars with beer, Let’s forget care and be free like the rising sun. Mouth of darkness Teeth of stone Down the throat to The belly of gold, Guarded by those who Never grew old Let’s steal from the poor and feast with the rich, May angels and demons Bring forth a son, Let the world empty love and fill with death, gather around the fire and listen as dead men Tell tales of ogres. Let everyone hum and break the calmness of the sea. May the heavens turn cold and departed souls get lost, Let the mute praise While we get drunk to a stupor. Don’t look surprised friend, After all, this is how you live your life, Assuming care only when in danger ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

There is no heaven for a black man, no resting stool for the africana, the powerful few vomit on the rule of law, manipulate justice to fill their obese stomachs, tribalism has become the mirror to judge the qualified man for that job, as you and your degree die unknown, there is no peace for these foolish Kenyans, ready to burn, ready to kill because some pig said so, they have coffee parties, laugh at their fundraisings as they trade abuses in the evening news. They have become small gods, Untouchable brats, Claiming its us who hate Each other: the neighbour next door? We’ve longed leave in peace But for your satisfaction You stir hate, utilise the poverty And put as to be murderers. Am talking about this learned idiots, Who dress smartly to cover their stupidity! Always shouting they are Kenyans Bickering like wood peckers There is no paradise For the simple Kenyan, Just stickers reading "najivunia kuwa mkenya" Yet the truth is th

Am a child of the night, either by reason of being a woman, or by being born at the wrong time. As I lay there my legs apart, servicing men from all walks of life, my mind drifts away, Asks me questions, of why I do this, how ended up here, Selling my body for mere pennies. I have children, from the varying men who promised me a better life, one away from this torture, but as I came to learn, it was air. If I had only miscarried or had an abortion I wouldn’t be cleaning my vigina from the filth I earned last night for this loaf of bread. My community casted me away after I was rapped at 15, I had to get money to take care of myself, so I sold myself for no one helped, If death could be so merciful, rescue me from this life like those lucky ones lying there in that mortuary, I would forever be indebted. Am a child of the night, a prostitute, a night walker, not by choice nor been at the mercy of life. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

I texted her last night, told her of my idea, shared a simple truth we held so dear. I told her I miss her, every bit of her. from her soft kisses to warm cuddly affection, I admitted I needed her, though we are no longer together. She has a boyfriend, but still, she is the only one girl who knows, the only one who can interpret love in every touch and single squeeze accompanied by a naughty giggle, She is the only one girl who can take me there, land me safely in paradise and erase my worries. True, I miss her, the simple encounters to complicated situations. essence of love on the bed, passionate kisses on the balcony, she is the only one girl who could make a day like these worth trying to live, She knew the simple tricks to bend time and turn me on, from cuffing me to the bed, to pouring warm chocolate on my chest. I confess she is the only one girl, Who made love seem to revolve the world I told her I miss her, miss how she used to put on a costume and let me tear it off her. I m

A few people know about the origins of Kaffy, my past life and past aliases. Not so long ago I was referred to as Moha Mwas but a life changing event occurred to me, I would have wished not to have lost what I did to gain the life I have now but common law states that ‘lose some, win some’, so I am capitalizing on what I achieved and what I learnt I can do. The Rebirth vs. The prodigal Son is a serieis of poems that will take you through a roller coaster of my life, it will serve you with the good, the bad and the ugly; it will be like a diary and a wishlist at the same time, am not promising the Eifel tower but something close to the sphinx, I also won’t mention the poems out but leave you to indulge yourselves. The poems will come in singular form and will bear varying titles but if you read closely, you will identify the secrets,strengths,weakneses of kAffy;you will see the difference between 2009 and 2010-to date, The difference between ,Moha Mwas and Mwangi Kaffy, the Poet. ™©

It was graduation night,    and I was the only virgin, the sky dark, yet somehow bright, a star there, a star here, everything felt alright, teenage hood was fading out of sight, tomorrow I was to be a senior, The dance floor was dazzling, all students dawning their style, songs ranging from blues to rock left as rocking away. The lucky ones with their significant others, While as, well, We danced for the moment. As night welcomed the witching hours, I could feel their eyes, stroke, unzip my dress, the smell in the air was different, premonitions of condoms, nauseatic   laughter’s of contraceptives, It was graduation night, and I was the only virgin, he danced with me, laughed at my not so funny jokes, he smiled at my drink, ordered one tot after the other till I could think no more, I couldn’t move at all, Swept me of my feet, Like a scene from my dream wedding, Like some illusions in that movie, It was graduation night and it was the last night I was a virgin. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Am coming, tell the world, I have long being gone, long being a loner all by my own, run to a world so spiteful and cold, fell in love, crushed into my grave, lost my heart, lost my way, forgot my friends, run away from home; being around, being up, being down drowned in sorrow, drenched in pain stained with loss, slept in that tunnel, Ate from that garbage can, being here slept out there. In garbage   and cold pavements, Am coming home, tell a friend, whisper to an enemy. I need your embrace, request a second chance, want to see your smile   to see your face, I want you to accept me   back home. ™© Mwangi Njoroge.

walking and strawling down my way my head down, eyes shut trying to pray, my life a shadow leading me a stray, back to dues I thought I had paid, Into the eye of the storm, the comfort of pain Languishing in the confusion, drifting into deeper pits of the abyss, flooded in sulphur, drenched in bliss the thoughts of pain begging to breathe away from creatures, away from you! the hypocrites. ™©Jayme Hyze, Michael Mwachofi & Mwangi Njoroge (Group 4 Hisia Zangu 5th edition workshop)

mschana mrembo brown skin, dame mwembamba mslim vifiting, mtoto asiye na stori mingi, kasheshe na udaku wa wamama amepiga wembe, naongea kuhusu msichana kipusa, akili,sura na figure za angamiza upweke wa kijana, kuleta porojo kwa serikali flani. Kutembea kwingi ni kuona mengi, dame ambaye hana bureaucracies mingi, kushika keg katikati ya wiki na kukamua chupa za Guinness weekendy, nakwambia kuhusu mtoto flani, dame anatembea ankuacha ukikonda, dame kwenye kucha,lips na swagger, ni dame edible ata after midlife crisis, msichana amejipa heshima, amejiweka na kando siri chache, smile mwangaza timaam kama jua, roho kunjufu kupindukia, ni msichana mrembo ki akilli, ki miaka ni somewhat mature, Ni dream girl rohoni, Akilini ukweli bado ako form one, ™©Mwangi Njoroge

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The sisters say I was brought in by strangers, wrapped in garbage papers they say they found me by sewer lines In one of Nairobi’s slum, they say I was barely two months of age. As I grew up, I learnt I was different, I learnt I was painfully different, all night and all day I lay in bed unable to move or feel any part of it, Mother superior told me I was born schizophrenic and just last month I was diagnosed with leukaemia. Four years of midnight tears, four years of loneliness and bottled fears, I dream of becoming a pilot, of walking out of this children’s home, only the clocks know my sorrow for the sisters know my smile when they come to shovel drugs down my sore throat. I wish to love and feel being loved, to touch and feel something in return, am warn out of crying, of making “I believe” speeches to cold air, wishing every day you will understand my despair. Everyday I wish to sit upright, to see other children play outside, to feel the sun shine on my dyeing will to leave. Ever

Lately it’s being hard to stay warm, I’ve been too long on my own, everybody cuddled away in their world, they forgot about me, they left me all alone. Am tired of crying, tired of being depressed, I want to get out of this slump, someone to help pull me out of this cold dump. I have taken my bruises, tried to get up, but my seizure affairs keep on coming back, help me write; help me pick the mic back up. I don’t know how or when I ended up a lesser human being, am starting to get my seizures again, so I decided to pick this pen. At first it was painful to swallow, but I won’t sit back and wallow, I will milk joy from all this sorrow, set up hope for others like me to follow. I invite you to come see, to try feet yourself into my shoes, for a day I will be you, for a day you try to be me. To feel my pain, to understand my life, come get into get into my mind, have a chance to see through my eyes. I am not looking for extra attention, I want to feel n

Why do you work so hard looking after me? Why have you given up your social life? Why you are still awake while I sleep so sound? You answered the questions so soft and low, Because I care! Why do you put up with my frustrations? Why don’t you run far away? Why do you kiss my tears away? Why hold my hand when I get scared? Again you replied because I care? Why do you sit in silence with me? Why do you laugh out loud with me? Why are you proud to be seen with me? Please don’t answer I already know, Because you care! Why am I so happy your mine? Why did I write this poem to you? Why because I do love you so? Because I also care

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am here to pay my respects, observe a moment of silence, pay tribute to you my friend. It’s being a good a run, a life of storms and sun, It’s being a fruitful life, one of truths and lies. we have survived love persevered the pain and hurt brought by our teenage affair, am here to say farewell, to the love we had, to the friendship we shared. It feels different standing here, trying to smile, but can’t hold back these tears, standing on your grave, holding these flowers It’s something I never thought would happen, am here to say farewell, bye to my past, bye to myself, am here to say farewell, To you my friend. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

I have never fitted in,never had permanent friends though I have permanent enemies.I cant say I flock with a specific crowd.Am a loner,creating chances from chinks of opportunity.I hear them gossip and laugh at me,cause am different whereas I smile and laugh at them cause they are all the same.

I won’t tell, this can be our secret, you don’t have to be sad, wondering when he will be back. He left but am here, and will take care of you dear, let’s go shopping buy you that dress, hold you in my arms feel my caress, put a ring on you, take you a place where waters are ever blue, watch the sun set, later teach you a trick in bed. before he comes back let me show you what you are missing, a world better than his kisses, I won’t tell, it can be our little secret our escape fantasy till you leave his company. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

I have come to learn not to live with fear of what I have lost and what I no longer have but to be content, to be satisfied and appreciate what I have now. The pain never goes away and neither do the memories, looking so long at a door that has closed only hurts you more, it hinders you from achieving, from getting into the next opened door. So I celebrate my past, forgive all that went wrong and appreciate what I have now. Am learning to live today and letting bygones be bygones. letting the past live in the past and improving on today. Looking for that smile anywhere I can, for this is my life, my joy, my piece, my love and am not letting it go away. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Today I found a friend, Who knew everything I felt. She knew my every weakness, And the problems I've been dealt. She understood my wonders, And listened to my dreams. She listened to how I felt about life and love, And knew what it all means. Not once did she interrupt me, Or tell me I was wrong. She understood what I was going through, And promised she'd stay long I reached out to this friend To show her that i care To pull her close and let her know How much I need her there I went to hold her hand To pull her a bit nearer And realized that this perfect friend I found Was nothing but my mirror.

Sunday ,May 15 3:30pm-7:30pm  Location :  Club Fiesta Created:   Mwangi Kaffy More Info : getting even is something close to my heart and a large contributor to the character and the person I am today. getting even is about realizing how far one has come and how far you are     intending to go: this event is categorically designed for poets and other artiste's,however for those of as who are not artiste's will if desire get a chance to share their life stories. you are requested to come with a friend,a piece(for artiste's). come see what your peers are doing to achieve the next milestone in their lives. come ready to learn, come ready to share, come ready to grow. entry: a bottle of beverage(soda) or a beer.

She is not the girl I used to love, Not the girl I knew, We’ve grown apart, She has found someone To hold and keep her heart, I have remained hurt Holding on to a love gone cold. She smiles the same But physically changed, She is still beautiful Still love her deeply inside, But she moved on, Found someplace to call home, Somewhere warm But still, she is the girl I love. Hope is painful, At times suffocating, It gets so bad I feel my lungs crushing, But she don’t want me no more, At least that what she makes me feel, She is not the girl I knew, Not the one I still love. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

When I was born, She was barely twenty He was unemployed But both full of hope Took it a step everyday To nature, protect To love me. They tell me of stories, How they suffered Back when They were young lovers, How they juggled from One job to another, Village to the other. It was a time when everything Was short of difficult, To a point unpleasant, But they held on, To life, to love. They tell me it was tough But through it all, they made it. It’s my mum, it’s my dad. They give me reasons to smile, That hope to walk the extra mile, I love them so much, Adore and respect them. They are my friends, Always being there whenever I needed them. Love you Dad, love you Mum. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

when I begun to write, I wrote of beautiful nights, oceans and breathtaking sights, I wrote of blue skies warm love and genuine hi’s, I wrote the truth in mans eyes that paradise in our minds. I wrote of epic love stories, of two individuals as one, of genuine friendship, brotherly love. I wrote of what truth lay in my heart. Today things have changed, anger and pain fuel the hate that rages within, seeing people starve in northern Kenya, community’s illiterate of the AIDS epidemic, rape and murder all over the country, hearing of war in Somalia, doctors rioting on our streets. What can I write now? Where can I get the beauty of life?. The environment is suffocating with corruption. Now i write of these, the pain, the agony of Kenyans, I write of the oppressed the majority, the pain they persevere, sleeping on the pavements, being hustled by the government, I just begun paying taxes And *goddamn! I write of the pain in mans eyes, of the eroded smiles of our despairing faces. poetry has

It’s always a blessing to wake up into a new day despite the challenges and hurdles in life but it’s exceptionally great to celebrate one’s birthday. To have the opportunity to literally start a new year all over, I compare it with being handed a clean slate, an empty book, an unwritten storybook that requires you to write your story in it. So today I have being handed my book and pen, today I start to write, fill my story ,good or bad, write my joys,tears,success and failures*God forbid. This year I aim at improving my life in huge strides but for today I say thanks, thanks to my parents, thanks to my brothers, thanks to my sister, thanks to my friends, thanks to my past, thanks to my God almighty. Happy birthday kAffy J <3.

let me share a secret, of a love so genuine, of whom I want in my life, that one lady I have chosen to be mine and I hers, tell you of our past, of our dark, painful secrets, of how time faded away left as cold buried alive by my faults. Simple truths of real life stories, of love, pain and loss. How she cried every day, how I filled her with heartaches, how I tried to dry her tears but continued to hurt her more, every morning had a promise every night a tear was shed, she left me, never blamed her for it, that’s why I love her back. I try to hold on, praying on maybes. She never told she will be there waiting but my hurt is still hoping to be loved by her. One more time. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Hypocrite.... Seeing your smile, Hearing your lies Every morning all the time, Saying you love me Whereas you know am your plan B. Hypocrite.... Listening to the news, Hearing of change A certain irritating truth To the big fish in the society. The individuals who control the minority. Hypocrite.... You being my friend, Lying to keep me safe, Telling me it will be alright That there will be dawn before midnight, That it will be safe to stray in the night. Hypocrite.... Knowing you are not my friend But we still talk, Say hi And wave goodbye, Yet we never see eye to eye. Hypocrite.... It’s you assuming I care, That am willing to share. Am a changed fell a, Being through pain and misery And that’s not easy to let go. Hypocrite.... It’s you, Its I, Let’s just walk away, Before things go back to ugly. Hypocrite! Its you, me, our past ™©Mwangi Njoroge

her life seems to be, when she is not at ease, she finds merry in pain and thrives In life’s restraints. A life with no problems Is one she fears, she is accustomed to tears and drives success from her failures. Life to her Is a condemning web, endangering herself Is the best help her conscious can lend. She calls it a beautiful nightmare, a passing glance to stardom. She despises peace and would choose pride any day over love, She is the fortunate daughter of a wailing laughter, she creates her own luck on both sides of the coin, -only that- Its neither heads nor tails, Its just heads On both sides. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

I want a child. someone to bring sense to my cold world, to touch my lost soul, to warm my solemn heart. I don’t mind if he is a boy or a baby girl, I want someone to share love with, someone to care about, teach me how to be happy inside. I want to care, be a dad, be a role model, someone to get me out of the closet, someone to tell me its okay, show me dawn is coming, and give me hope of loving. I want to bring meaning to my life, bring value to the last days am a visitor here. I want a child, a boy or a girl, I want someone to love, someone of my blood, someone of my own. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

She take my money when I'm in need Yea she's a trifflin friend indeed Oh she's a gold digga way over town That dig's on me [Chorus:] (She did me wrong) Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm Need) But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz (She did me wrong) Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm need) but she aint messin wit no broke niggaz get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave) get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave) get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave) get down girl go head [Verse 1:] Cutie the bomb Met her at a beauty salon With a baby louis vuitton Under her underarm She said I can tell you ROC I can tell by ya charm Far as girls you got a flock I can tell by ya charm and ya arm but I'm lookin for the one have you seen her My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids An i gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz Ok get ya kids but then they got their friend

The fire began to rage, It begun to consume them, he could no longer see her, she could not see him. Her breathing had stopped his hands wandering under her top. he was her and she was him, he pinned her arms above her head she wrapped him close between her legs a little kiss on the neck and a warm lick down her breasts, they danced, they teased, pushing a little deep within, chewing her earlobes as she bites his neck, they came they went, sliding down between her legs, he licked her, she felt it turning warm, turning moist, he slipped back into her, drying her wetness, he gave of his life, she received of her purpose, they laid bathed in each other, breathing slowly clutching the sheets writing a new story filling a new page in their history, storing it as a bitter sweet memory, still in each other. He sighed, she mourned, smilling back at him, she kissed him, held him close to her bosoms, slightly asleep, tired of course, they felt the first ray, stroke their skin, felt the su

It’s cause you take this minute, sacrifice these seconds to go through my poems that I can say am a poet. It’s cause you reply, provoke reason and ask questions that I can say am on the right way. It’s cause you listen, give me a mic and an audience to air points, to air the Art called poetry, Its cause of you that I smile, rehearse in the bathroom and perfect my style. Its cause of the love you show and appreciate that I write, I perform and go out of my comfort zone to bring you one more poem. Its cause of you am a poet, Its cause of you I am Kaffy...the poet ™©Mwangi Njoroge

Looking into his eyes gives me such a glow. It makes all the love I have inside flow. Being so happy an absence of sorrow. I feel as if I am walking on air. I’m thankful to you God for what I feel. I pray, whats happening Is actually real. Give me the strength to nourish this love to grow. This is a blessing from above, of kindness, patience and love. It’s the beginning of love. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

A broken heart has come to me, My lungs are crushing, I can’t breathe, My skin peeling away, pain is all I feel, Tears won’t stop falling for I bruise easily. So tonight, I dance in the rain. There’s a burning inside that won’t let me be, Of children dying in poverty, Of youth perishing in tragedies, Of the society losing its sanity. So this dawn, I dance in the rain. I try so hard and do not succeed, Why won’t they halt their greed, Why won’t these wounds heal, Who will give our children something to eat? So this midday, I will dance in the rain. There’s no one out to lead, No one to help the poor plead, No one ready to clean the streets, No one worthy to preach the teachings. So this afternoon, I will dance in the rain. I find life is full of challenges, Some are able to lift is burden, But most languish in its bondage, Dreading everyday, wasting away in a skeleton cage. So this dusk, I will dance in the rain. Love will ONE DAY come to me, Heal the wounds within, Teach me to breathe

I grew up in the village, to a generation o peasants, I was taught to work hard to sweat and bleed my hands. I sat for my K.C.P.E. determined to shape my destiny, to follow my dreams, of a life with no poverty. The same for my K.C.S.E, I gnawed my teeth all through the night and evenings, and when the results come, life had watered its challenges. Now am in campus, and am determined to soar above, but this after life is one I never thought of, It’s a whole new universe. Of sexually oriented perverts, every second, third and fourth year wants to whisper his “future in your ears” All in exchange of “simple” companionship, they like wolves after an injured sheep, they are crowding my life, am losing air, I can’t breathe. Whistles and ridiculous stares. Is this the life o a first year? of pre-planned lies and shameless fears. I have overcome so many obstacles, now you are pouring thorns on my path, to a moment I have wanted forever, to a chance to make my life better!! ™©Mwangi Njoroge

some days like today, I doubt my conscious, I question my decisions; the choice to keep away, to distant myself from females. I scroll my phone and can’t find a lady to flirt with. like today I get so lonely, almost teary at some point. feels like I am ever in the rain, like am running inside a lake. my being has changed, that warmth of human nature -Frozen and caged away- days like today, I write a poem, To drawn away the solemn, to get me through the heartache. days like today I find my way back home, by writing one more verse. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Poetry Live , also known as Poetry Live! for GCSE , is a series of annual events in venues across the UK where poets perform their poetry to English school children. Poetry Live! h as its origins in large conferences Simon Powell used to organize in the UK for A-level English students. At first distinguished academics and critics gave talks about novels, plays and poetry but then the idea emerged that it might be better to have the writers themselves talking about their work. Soon large audiences of A-level students were seeing and hearing regular contributors such as Beryl Bainbridge, Hanif Kuresihi, Martin Amis, Jim Crace, Andrew Davis, Doris Lessing, Edna O’Brien, Richard Eyre, Willy Russell, Arnold Wesker, Alan Bleasdale, Melvyn Bragg, Germaine Greer, Peter Hall and Margaret Drabble. However it was the poets who really struck a chord with our huge (2000 plus) audiences. The next step was to offer days with poets such as Ted Hughes, Seamus Heaney, Derek Walcott, James Fenton, Tony