Poetry & Works by Kaffi & Kaffy

Hurting again, tears running down; It is time that we cry no more. No one must know what we really feel At the deepest parts of our core. So let's put a mask over our feelings, No one needs to know that we're dying inside. Lock up everything that ever mattered; What is real is what we must hide. No one must know that we're falling apart, That our hearts break again each day. No one must know that we hold onto a bit of hope; Every little strand that comes our way. We must be the "Great Pretender" in life; Our job is to fool them all, To show them the smile we put on each day. They must never see us fall. We can paint on our plastic smiles, And tell them our little white lies. We can fake our joys and laughter As the tears threaten to fall from our eyes. We can cover up all our wounds, And put bandages over our hearts. We must conceal all that's inside, And not let them see that we're tearing apart. For no one really cares; In this life, we are all alone. So

I hide behind my plastic smile that i wear on my face I wear my plastic smile because it covers up disgrace But if you take it away there will be nothing but a frown I wear my smile to keep from breaking down To be honest, I hate my appearance I try to feel beautiful but I'm losing my patience I suffer from a feeling of anomie I don't fit in, I'm a loser, a nobody I stare at the ground so no one can see my tears I've suffered too long, with depression for years I hate myself, but no one can really see I look in the mirror, disgusted by what’s looking back at me I try to hide my insecurities but I fail I can't hide any longer, I'm taking off my veil Every time I try to open up, I cover my insecurities with make-up I'm tired of getting screamed at and treated like crap I need something to fill this empty gap Something to replace this heart filled with holes Anything to make me feel completely beautiful But I sit in silence, and cover up my face In hopes that y

feel it flow into your lungs, hear it beat in your heart, see it rise with the sun, that light flickering in the dark. Poetry is life. the sound of a baby cry, the sorrow when a friend dies, It is that morning star in the sky, that painful hug and a wave bye bye. Poetry is life. the baby steps in life, the Dazzling stars at night, It is the failure and success in life, the true angel in trying times. Poetry is life. the past and the present, the dreams and aspirations, It is the choices in life the important minutes and split seconds. Poetry is…..life. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

kill me in the morning, when the weather is a tad coldy, kill me soft, kill me warmly. kill me in the morning, wrapped in the seconds minutes and flowery sun sets, squeeze the air from my lungs count my sands of time, paint my life my smiles and strife, flashes of success and pain in hourly succession, love me like a rose, cautious in handling my soul, like a rose bush. see the stars in my eyes, the dazzle in my lies, see the weakness in my love the clotted hurt in my heart.

I knew a girl, she called me to get my phone number, and she missed the 44 bus so she took the 22 bus twice. she put lipstick on her forehead because she couldn’t make up her mind, she tried to drown a fish, she got locked in a grocery store and almost starved to death, she took a ruler to bed to see how long she had slept, she spent 20mins looking at an orange box cause it said concentrate, well she was a category bit different if she weren’t blonde From Jamie, pass it on.

The king and his men stole the queen from her bed and bound her in her bones. The seas be ours and by the powers, where we will we’ll roam, Yo ho all hands hoist the colours high, thieves and beggars never hall we die, Yo ho haul together hoist the colours high. Some have died and some are alive others sail on the sea, with the keys to the cage and the devil to pay, we lay to Fiddlers Green. The bell has been raised from its watery grave, Hear its sepulchral tone a call to all, pay heed the squall turn your sails to home, Yo ho haul together hoist the colours heave ho thieves and beggars never shall we die.

I sit down and dream of things to say and do but this things for me seems like they’ll never come true. I get so very tired of trying so hard maybe someday I might draw the right card. It seems the ones that I care for so much Is the ones that I cannot touch. and the more I try, the worse it gets. I think I will throw in the cards and I will place my bets That in time things will change and be alright. I won’t give up so easy Until I win life’s fight.

Looking into her eyes gives me such a glow. It makes all the love I have inside flow. Being so happy not a care. I feel as if I’m walking on air. I’m thankful to you God for what I feel. I pray, what’s happening Is actually real. Give me energy and strength to nourish this love to grow. This is a blessing from above of kindness, patience and love. It’s the beginning of love.

It’s being a long time since I had wonderful night, since I won a single fight, for a long time now I felt all alone, filled with sorrow and despair I had no hope for tomorrow but today I see, all I had to do is believe, persevere and be patient. My God has come to my aid, he has not let me fail, away from pain and disgrace, I can now live again, walk straight without straying, fight again without fear of dying. thank you lord, thank you Christ. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Poetry breathed life Into him, rescued him from an early death sentence. He had lost hope in life, till that day he scribbled down a rhyme, line after line he wrote, He composed a story, a confession, scented with flowery words, stroked with imagery and beautiful stanzas. It was poetry and he had written his first poem. He wrote out love, the desire and passion to stroke pen with paper, thoughts with canvas, He wrote out of the love for the art, Composing soothing rhymes for the heart. He forgot about his past, his failures and regrets, painful memories were washed away by enchanting words, the like which gods spared a moment to read and re-hearse. Years have passed by and the love of the art has been replaced by greed for the big bucks, he writes for fame, to fill his pockets with cash. He writes for the ladies, to entice them with his skills; poetry is but now his aphrodisiac. He has forgotten why he writes, lost his way and it’s barel

Romeo was my best friend, We shared merry, Sorrow and secrets That we swore never to tell, Every day was an adventure, Meeting gods on the plains, Watching the sun play with the rain, It was a beauty words fall short to explain, On our tour to the house of Eden We strawled the wrong path And ended up in heaven, The angels fed our tummies and washed our feet, The next day we were set off the right way, Laughing and gazing at the wonders Of this foreign land We met up with the grim reaper, He was travelling to the land of ma, Going to collect some souls Whose sands of time Had emptied the our glass, We shared a talk And before long We went our separate ways, Noon come and we were here, The land of the house of Eden, Casanova and cupid Were happy to see us, They received as like warriors from a battle, The land was beautiful, Humans here were like gods, Each with a natural ability, But there was one my eyes couldn’t fathom, Her name Juliet, She was as beautiful As the rising sun And her h

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On Saturday I danced under the moon light with two of my Best friends. We closed a Chapter of a day short of disaster. The power of positive thinking, Saturated with tears and helpless thinking was put to test, and despite the odds, Hisia was a success. Hisia six may have had poems under remix but determination and true friendship triumphed to bring us another show of excellence, perfection and love of the art. From the Hisia family to budding new personalities, It was an evening of chaos beauty and suspense, we learnt from reality and grew as a family, Julz and Namatsi are two poetry greats but even greater friends. Hisia six was a success, Namatsi would say ‘The more hectic your life is, the more interesting the story’. April 16th I met true friends, and this my note saying thank you. ™©Mwangi Njoroge. *to my two best friends, Julz&Namatsi.

On Saturday I danced under the moon light with two of my Best friends. We closed a Chapter of a day short of disaster. The power of positive thinking, Saturated with tears and helpless thinking was put to test, and despite the odds, Hisia was a success. Hisia six may have had poems under remix but determination and true friendship triumphed to bring us another show of excellence, perfection and love of the art. From the Hisia family to budding new personalities, It was an evening of chaos beauty and suspense, we learnt from reality and grew as a family, Julz and Namatsi are two poetry greats but even greater friends. Hisia six was a success, Namatsi would say ‘The more hectic your life is, the more interesting the story’. April 16th I met true friends, and this my note saying thank you. ™©Mwangi Njoroge. *to my two best friends, Julz&Namatsi.

due to unavoidable circumstances, the open mic poetry session has been brought foward to start at 4pm as opposed to the earlier proposed time,we highly regret the inconviniences but still the show will go on with great pieces and great performers....welcome all

They always say change is what we need but I just see the same old faces, same old politicians holding rallies in the same old places, same old criminals in public office's shoes - same old laces, same old broken promises being made using the same old phrases, Brand new voters, still choosing to re-elect the same old liars, we want peace but they ignite the dying embers of the same old fires, forging false alliances for political survival, now they best friends? a few months ago they were fierce rivals, I'm sick and tired of hearing the same old stories, Come election time I still have the same old worries, they can't quell my fears and I don't trust that lot, In my books we should take a stand and just oust that lot, "haki yetu!!" I'm tired of that same old song, Cause it doesn't change them, and quite frankly we've waited far too long, and to be honest my patience is wearing thin, if it wasn't for these retrogressive leaders I can't help

It’s this pain that boils in my veins, that gives life to me, the energy to live every day. At times it hurts so much, keeping vengeance and grudges, at times it’s beautiful watching them in their caskets at funerals. Life has served me with so much agony, taught me to make lemonades after turning my oranges into lemons. It is this pain that drives my struggle, this pain that tears away love and leave me cold. Pain defines my life, pump the rage within and gives rise to me. It turns weakness Into shear greatness turns my wounds of loss Into ploughed back profits. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

It’s been a long journey getting up here, finding the right smiles to hide this tears, finding the right faces to musk my fears. They said I couldn’t make it, pointed at me gossiping, they thought they were whispering or at least I thought out of their courtesy, After I quit varsity and had no friend to help me pull my life back together I drove back home, To the house of Njoroge, where I had run away, I had found it boring once that I wanted to start my own life, My mother took me back in, gave me food, gave me shelter, She loved me like I never left them, I had a chance to think, See life under a different spectrum, I learnt to rebuild myself from scratch, Learnt to love and respect myself from the inside out. 7 months later am back on my feet, they grind their teeth, make little groans whenever I pass by. they look at me in envy talk loudly of me in respect, an year ago I was there clown, the out casted prince from his crown I remember their sneers, how they loathed and jeered, now

Before you leave, I want you to know, I have found peace amidst chaos, I have sown joy In the depths of sorrow. I have appreciated your effervescent friendship, enjoyed our chats to the very last bits, I have learnt to discover joy in everything. As a farewell I write this as a present, for so long as we are friends Joy will be inevitable. I have heard the birds sing and tomorrow is a day of better treasures. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

You took from me what I desire most, a treasure in my broken heart, a pearl in my doomed soul, from me, you took a friend. I do a appreciate our been but did it have to be that short lived? shorter than a word, that life couldn’t spare a mere bye! Just to say ‘goodbye friend’, Is this how it was to be, or was it a mistake? did you forget me in this pain! A liking had grown in me, now scars and pain of uproot torment my dreams, it hurts me more, choking me in my tears! I prayed God! ; I prayed! yet here I am plagued by pain, kneeling on her grave, you took her away, Just when I had found peace, when my heart had learnt to love, to give, to share, God! You took her away. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Love me, not like a shadow, for at nightfall everything vanishes Including the shadow. nor like your pillow, never close to your bosom, together only at sleep and not again possible to meet. nor like food, no sooner eaten that is forgotten, nor like flowery words spoken for quickly they are devoured and lost in the air. Love me like a good dream, your life and mine at night time, love me like your dear self for this is that love that endures time itself. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

Now isn’t this strange, my eyes won’t open nor my neck stay upright. Some may wonder how tired is this young man, while others will think how lazy I am. I spit on all your laws, all your expectations. Must I hurt myself to impress you? Must I lose my mind because of you? Ha! I laugh at your stern faces letting you know this is not yours, but my life. I may not be as good as him, but I bet my last dollar am the best at what I do. I may not get all the honours but at least I have the courage to press on. Do not despise me cause I can’t raise to his level, Do not scorn me for losing this battle. I know the war is not yet over. Appreciate me for whom I am, appreciate me for the least I can do, after all am human and we are unique in our individual forms. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

this is just a simple poem to tell you of my love for you, it isnt much,but still it shows. my love for you is true, I remember the day we spent together, just walkig and holding hands, talking and laughing together as we ran along the sand. this is just a simple poem to show you how much I care and nomatter where you are I will always be there, there are not enough words to say I hope you will stay, and maybe one day you'll come to see just how much you really mean to me. this is just a simple poem to tell you of my love for you.

Nduta Gichia ‎Every experience be bad or good teaches us a lesson or atleast it should. Mr/Mrs/Miss. right turned to be Mr/Mrs/Miss. wrong learn from your mistakes. from your mistakes.. KEEP FAITH! press forward and move on.Dry your tears wipe your eyes find the strength -------> love yourself .Take care of yourself cause one day you'll be glad you pressed foward & thankful you MOVED ON!" MB

Heee,dunia ina mambo, My friend,and of course you my enemy, I have been a mboch(or you wazungus its househelp) here for three years, Ngapi?tatu, Yu know at first i was full of fear, I used to drench myself in tears Back when...no i haven’t started the story right, Every night, Mr.nyumba over here Comes home late obviously drunk, After been in the house for mere minutes I could here something, Yu know a loud thud A kaboom kind of thud, At first i thought it was a drum or a tank To my astonishment It was what i have come to learn is marital warfare Otherwisely called love till death do you a part. The funny thing is that the woman never looked bruised, then it hit me..ooooh it is Mr man getting the beating, every night he come home late at night he was received with a slap and an upper cut, damn!! So this day i gathered courage to ask Mr man why all this, Psst i was dressed in that ancient armour war gear Pillow kwa mgongo na moja ndani ya tisho hapa mbele. Mr man looks at me with that

I don’t like that alarm, Must it be that loud, For peats sake Its six in the morning, Where my weed at, Mix it down with kibao vodka Munch last night’s chicken wings Feel good; remember to say thanx to God. Let’s hit the street, Spread the gospel, go into the ghetto for a new world revolution. Sit under that palm tree, Blow smoke as we watch the sun rise and set, Got evening classes So better get to varsity. Later that night, Grab the mic, Repp it down for all mainstream poets. Guys into the art not the cash. Hold the stage down, Pass words of wisdom Preach the goodness of this king-ndorm. Life and social evils. Let me get a whip of my stash, Walk back home, Play around with street urchins Grab a mat and that’s it, Tomorrow i do it again, Over and over again Till death comes to play cards again, He owes me a bet, lets see who wins then. ™©

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 of footprints of bye’s, a discovery of relationship and suicide of friendship. It’s of beautiful train rides and exotic sea dives, Its o us in love and sadly so, as in hurt. It’s our lives Of beautiful consequences. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Sometimes we say we’ll we ever meet? Sometimes we ask how long could it be? sometimes we say will a miracle ever happen? sometimes we say and wonder what’s in store for us? but we are together again, close your eyes it’s not a lie, close your eyes it’s you and I. Sometimes we walk and tire and at night it’s time to sleep but before that we sit and think of a world that wash, and full of tricks, sometimes we meet, say hi and vanish, sometimes we meet say see you and promise, sometimes we cry, sometimes we smile but it’s a surprise for you and me and the maker up in the sky close your eyes it’s not a lie, close your eyes it’s you and I. It was destiny for you and I to ever be high in the sky amongst the sun and on the clouds. a blossoming bud that’s you and I that we’ll ever be aiming high, with life as our strength and no dream out of reach. and the top we’ll forever sing we are the stars that people see close your eyes it’s not a lie close your eyes it’s you and I. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Sweetheart. You make me happy as can be... Though we’re having trouble Financially... It’s been coming on for Years and years... It’s almost over, No need for tears. Instead be happy, Let’s celebrate! No more past due notes From creditors that can’t wait. No more ulcers, headaches and such... We’ll have a little money, Although not much. Things are looking up now don’t you see? Because of a wonderful thing Called bankruptcy!

Reflect on the following words Someone has written these beautiful words. One must read and try to understand the deep meanings in them. They are like the Ten Commandments, to be followed in life all the time. 1] Prayer is not a "spare wheel" that you pull out when in trouble; it is a "steering wheel" that directs us in the right path throughout life. 2] Do you know why a car's WINDSHIELD is so large & the rear view mirror is so small? Because our PAST is not as important as our FUTURE. So, look ahead and move on. 3] Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes few seconds to burn, but it takes years to write. 4] All things in life are temporary. If going well enjoy it, they will not last forever. If going wrong don't worry, they can't last long either. 5] Old friends are like Gold! New friends are Diamonds! If you get a Diamond, don't forget the Gold! Because to hold a Diamond, you always need a base of Gold! 6] Often when we lose hope and think thi

I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface I don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you Can't you see that you're smothering me? Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control ?Cause everything that you thought I would be Has fallen apart right in front of you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you [ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/l/linkin-park-lyrics/numb-lyrics.html ] (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take I've

Kill me softly, blow by blow with your tender words, reap my heart away, tear my life from this suffering, kill me softly, with memories of your smile, our fights and make ups, take my pain captive, release me from this mental slavery, Kill me, oh kill me softly, like the first time we broke up, that moment we stopped holding hands, It is the only thing I had, hope and love in you. kill me, kill me softly, whisper that bye of suicide, wave me into deaths arms, walk away, but leave a rose on my grave, kill me today, kill me softly my love. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

by Zoe Wanjiru on Wednesday, April 6, 2011 at 5:28pm Once upon a time, there lived a King who, despite his luxurious lifestyle, was neither happy nor content. One day, the King came upon a servant who was singing happily while he worked. This fascinated the King. Why was he, the Supreme Ruler of the Land, unhappy and gloomy, while a lowly servant had so much joy? The King asked the servant, "Why are you so happy?" The man replied, " Your Majesty, I am nothing but a servant, but my family and I don't need too much - just a roof over our heads and warm food to fill our tummies." The king was not satisfied with that reply. Later in the day, he sought the advice of his most trusted advisor. After hearing the King's woes and the servant's story, the advisor said, "Your Majesty, I believe that the servant has never been made part of The 99% Club." "The 99% Club? And what exactly is that?" the King inquired. The advisor replied, "

Let’s die and come back newborns, commit suicide and come back martyrs, rape me but leave me a virgin, bruise my face but leave beautiful, hurt my body not my emotions, scar my skin but spare my tears. Hurt me today, drown my hope but leave my heart warm, I will spread my legs for you, do anything you desire but remember to say hi. When you walk out of my life, take a moment to say bye, after I have drained your troublesome sperms. Give life to me today and leave me on your laps to die, take a moment to answer my questions take a breath and think of your decisions. Hate me, its okay love me I will understand, am a child of the earth, born out of pain, natured with wild berries, clothed in lilies betrothed to death. Am a woman, accustomed to loss, related to pain, am a slut, a sexual slave to mans desires. love me, hate me am still a child of mother nature. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

There is a ghost in my mirror. drenched in rain, smiling vaguely, he stands there, never moves, never says a word. There is a ghost in my mirror. He looks cold, never stops to stare, at times I think he is shy but he never says anything. There is a ghost in my mirror. He wrote something, In his warm breath, he spelt the words death, and something about tomorrow. There is a ghost in my mirror. I woke up with a mark, a little ‘S’ on my arm, thought it was a scar but can’t remember having one. There was a ghost on my mirror. he is not the one in there, I look into the mirror and I see myself, The difference is-I look dead. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Aint paying for sex! No! not something with no head, I love my girl spread, calm, cosy in my bed, someone we can share secrets, be naughty and keep it. Aint paying for sex! I rather buy love, something with an expiry date, not something as intimate as sex, no, am not paying someone to satisfy my starved appetite. Aint paying for sex! no doing it in there, no space, no room for air, I love to deliver leave my girl reborn in there. Aint paying for sex! I want to touch, feel m arms wrap around, give a gentle squeeze, slide down with a kiss and end up with a lick. Aint paying for sex! mmmh, mmmh No, no, I won’t, let me find myself a good girl, one with unlimited access . Period, I aint for sex! ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Kenyanz have classified sexmates in different categories; malaya ni prepaid; galfriend ni postpaid; wife ni unlimited; mboch ni bonga points; workmate ni please call me; neighbour ni okoa jahazi; n sugar mummys ni feelanga free..tafakari hayo

Village women sing rising joy in ululations, tumbling the grass and blowing high the dust. A child has been born. Forgetting their burdens they fill joy and love in the heavens, empty in their stomachs but full of merry in their hearts, they offer praises and gratitude-to their gods. The mother gently rocks her child, stroking her hair and holding her with at most care, she is happy for now but soon she will be sad. Her heart wells with tears, of joy and fear of reality, she is poor and has nothing to eat, yet the gods have given her this gift. She looks out the window and sees the dust blow, the yellow sun setting in the distance brings forth hope of a day a bit pleasant, She knows good fortune doesn’t come with the singing, Yet she similes and says to herself ‘tomorrow is another day and will make life work my way’ She looks at her child and she is confident she will make it. ™©Mwangi Njoroge

He took away her voice, Slapped her hard And tore off her clothes, She trembled with fear, Her lower lip bleeding And heart fast pacing, He showed her no mercy As he forced himself into her, Screaming to a shriek She felt the dirt and scum Replace dignity and humanity, Tears rolled down her cheeks As her thighs gave way A sharp pain tore through her, Bringing with it Untold terror into her She tried to resist But the more she tried The more satisfaction he got Pounding into her All evils and unwanted generations, Sowing seeds of hate To a soul that didn’t offend no one Mourning with satisfaction, He ejaculated with joy of colonization She crawled to a corner, Tears still welling and flowing, She kept to herself, Reminiscing of the ordeal That had transpired He took away her voice Her father took it all away ™©Mwangi Njoroge

I leave to remember thee, L ong for when it was you and me, O nly for fate to come in between, V ery often missing to have you with me, E ach moment dying slowly within. Y our beauty magnificent like a fountain, O ver his and mountains. U pon every memory I rest my soul. S end me a piece o you, H ave it painted on the sky blue, E very morning and night K nock on my heart O ver and over; till destiny makes everything right. ™©Mwangi Njoroge *hint: read the bolded letters-to my first love*

Rumours are spreading, of a life gone wanting, morals and values decaying, chaos and confusion rising, leaving the weak and aged fighting. It’s a story of rumours of truths, AIDS sweeping across the nation, slaying the able generation, young girls seeking abortion, helpless and destitute they have no option. Everyday its homicide in the hood, evil replacing all that is good, grown men begging for food, wishing these cruelties will end soon. They talk in their cells and whisper in the alleys, talking of suicide and scheming for money. Pregnant mothers prostituting In the middle of the night, seeping beer thinking of salvation. Of friends turned to foes, Of lovers turned to backstabber, tomorrow a day not wanted for life today has gotten so rotten and all virtues forgotten. This has become a world of dry corpses and vengeance spreading like venom, for pride has crowded reason. Keep silent for a while, you won’t miss the whispers cause they are already in town. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

you were right, It’s cause I luck friends that I can’t save myself. It’s the law of the universe paying me my past, the evil that I dwelt in the dark that I loved. Its painful being here, having money that can’t wipe this tears. I was happy once, I had let go off my fears, now am here, Drowning in lies and addictions, I want to go home but there lays more pain than here. I lost my heart and the one I regarded so dear, God has come for his payment, the joys I had yesterday are today’s ailment. My success is a mere fools fulfilment. I want to ask for help but the new me is too proud to admit defeat. My twin is dead and my soul won’t let me weep I need help, comfort, that human nature I have constantly fought of. Am alone again and poetry adds on to this pain, I miss me, before kaffy come before mwas went, I miss me, the true self. I am hurting today, and no one has stretched their arms to lend a whimper of help. Am dyeing slowly, Losing life, suffocating in the success of kaffy. ™©Mwang

Kimya! Punguza kelele, Kasheshe mingi hatuhitaji, Tumekuskia awali, Ahadi zako za maziwa na asali, Ilhali ukishaingia bungeni Hutujui,hutujali,hututambui, Kimya mwanangu, Tumeyaona yote, Miaka kuja,miaka raudi, Mabweha kwenye ngozi ya kondoo, Kazi ni kukula,kujaza vitambi Na kushughulikia maslahi tu yenu, Jamii zenu Na mali yenu. Sisi vijana bado tuko papa hapa, Ulipo tuacha miaka nne kale, Ahadi za kazi,na kazi kwa vijana, Kuchimba bara bara na kulipwa change Baada ya hawa mababa kula pesa zote, Kimya! Udaku na ulafi wako Hutakuruhusu kuona masaibu yetu, Sio maji,sio madawa,sio usalama Maneno yenyu ya kifedhuli fedhuli Na uwaminifu sawa na hawa maharamia, Uraibu wa kitaifa, Kupasha watoto wetu mimba na ndoto Za phirauni, Kimya mwanangu, Mimi simpumbavu unavyodhania, Nilikuona jana,nilikuskia juzi Kabla hujapanga maneno yako ya vurugu, Kabla hujabebwa na hiyo gari yako ya kifahari Na kuja kujaza maskio yetu na ujinga wako wa udaku, Kimya!kimya!kimya!

We have always being friends, started out as best friends, build castles in the sand and danced in the rain. We discovered teenage hood, learnt its hops and hoops, we run on beaches and engraved our names on trees. Now you’ve met him, slowly closing him in and locking me out, It hurts but am constantly smiling. I hear plan of weddings of you the bride and o bride maids. My tongue is so heavy,-but I have always loved you, always stuck by you, now I stand here hopeless watching you take your vows, Today you smile, looking beautiful In your wedding gown, here I smile, yet my heart dawns. I have always loved you always thought you will be my boo, now my skies are grey, no longer blue. Go into your mans arms, go to your home, I will take care of my heartache, I will understand you are married. ™©Mwangi Njoroge. *to JNG**

rape is not a stranger, he is not someone you never met, he is someone you know, a friend, someone you went out with, shared dinner, smiled through your jokes, had a dance, kissed him lightly on his chicks with your mouth closed. These men friends of ours, they smile nice, dress to impress, check on you for you matter at that instance. Walk you to your house, watch to make sure you are safe yet with every shut door It is as who are left with the scars. Being betrayed by your best friend, your boyfriend, not that thieve, not that stranger who you thought will sneak from the dark. Your boy friend, your best friend!, we walk with them, meet up at school with them, see them with my friends at a coffee shop, they are here, In this circle of companionship. we have them over to our rooms, into our lives, into our secrets, our naivety to the beast within, have them over for dinner and get raped by invitation. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Today I saw this girl, Beautiful beyond measure in this world, She come running behind me, Not to me But towards me, She was a street urchin, One of those my society call ‘chokoras’ She was from a street family Down at globe round-a-about. Her smile behind her dirty locks, Her sway in her somewhat jeans, She was a different type of beautiful, Not classy or sophisticated but, beautiful. Her gentle roughness, Her skin complexion, Despite the world she leaves in She managed to convince me of a different human nature. One with no boundaries of love, One not blind to beauty, One where we can be brothers And never find any boundaries. We are all children of the earth, Born into different paths But once in a while Meet our alternate others. Learn to love, To Pick up a brother from a ditch, Learn to be polite And to live as one, everyday steadily in this life. And we can find beauty and love in the least of expected places. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

I said bye but I didn’t mean it. Said I hated you, and want nothing to do with you. I pushed you out of my life, kicked you out into the cold night. I said by but I didn’t mean it. You hurt me so bad and turned our beautiful love sad. Every night I drawn in my tears, mad at you,but still:wishing you were here. I said bye but I didn’t mean it. Left me crying on the kitchen floor, forgot the love we had shared for so long. I cry myself to sleep and when it fails,I stare at the stars wishing I had you back. I said bye but I didn’t mean it. Everything reminds me of you, the coffee shop, the park, the supermarket to. I said bye but I didn’t mean it. My smile won’t hide this tears no more, nor my make up cover my swollen eyes. Truth is that I miss you and am sorry for letting you go. I said bye but I did mean it. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.