A Time In Time.

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.

Tough Love

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

Forgotten love.

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...*

Dilema or Agenda

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

Empire State of Mind

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

Believe

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.

You my Love

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.

No Sex Tonight

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

Letter to The Week

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 suggestions,
can I get a case in court?
and get them amended into
a newer constitution?

From a human drained of life
™©Mwangi Njoroge

Pisces - The Fish

February 19 – March 20
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

Pisces - The Fish

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

The Coffee Conspiracy

“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.

One more time

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

Beautiful Consequences

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

YOUR PRICKLED ROSE.....

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

My addictions

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

You & I

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

Curse of the Redhead

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

Letter to my alarm clock

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

MuSiQ

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

Shuttering the glass

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

The Lone One

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.

A Boy Or A Girl

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 girl.

We are both so happy,
that you even exist.
The gender doesn't matter.
you'll be hard to resist.

I hope I make you proud,
that I am your mother everyday.
Because, you have filled my dreams,
in more ways, than words can say.

It won't be long before,
I can look you in the eyes.
I can feel the excitement growing,
I know I'm going to cry.

Don't worry my angel,
those tears will be of joy.
It won't matter to me,
if you are a girl or a boy

© Regina M. Linn

Nothing for granted

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

My Lady

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

The man at the centre of the road

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 of my appreciation.
©Mwangi Njoroge.

friends?

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.

Letting It ALL Burn!

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 disgusting addiction,
Tonight am watching it burn,
Down to the very Ashes!
©Mwangi Njoroge

The Lost Chapel

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.

Plastic and treats

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

Just a Thought

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,
something different
something warm
something less scary
©Mwangi Njoroge

Sex or love

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

out Of My Tombs

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

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

For you my friends<3

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 appreciation and love
I have for you

For teaching me how to use a computer
Esther and how to live
An oriented life Walter
May your lives be full of bliss
And blessings.

Ukiona vya elea
Jua vimeundwa and only you
Engineer Mwangi
Can turn the weakest link into
The strongest link,
Indirectly I have picked leafs
From your life and it has being a blessing
Being your friend is being in a lesson
In this tough life, and am glad to be your student

For my dear sister Waserian
And primary friend Ann Jeff Smith
Am happy for the smile you always
Bless me with

For my twin Ray,
Oow well,
Only time will tell

Big boys hold you down
And that’s why Oscar you are my friend,
The bond we shared 6yrs ago
C.K.
Still smells fresh and i want you here forever

For my newest friends
Catherine Brogan
And Winnie
Welcome to the family

Kismet decides where
We end up
But as for now, am happy
Where I am,
Despite not knowing you past the electronics
You are a dear friend Zoe
And some day we will meet

Wambui kamau
Wambui koinange
Funny how you are two worlds apart
Yet bring the warmest fuzzy feeling
To this cold soul

And for everyone else
Who has helped build Kaffy Mwangi
from moha mwas
I offer my heartfelt THANK YOU.
©Mwangi Njoroge

Affair with my girlfriends best friend

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

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You Cheated...

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 me,
I knew I was right, you were out of my sight,
you really ruined my life...
How could you ask me to forgive you?
How many times can I? You have lost my trust over what I call lust...
You chose to hurt me it was a must...
I am beautiful so I have to be brave,
brave enough to move on,
I will be strong, without you,
my life won't be wrong..
I will forget you in time,
and no, no it's not fine...
I'm glad that your not mine...
You use to be my greatest treasure but now your never...
I hope your happy for what you did to me,
right now your blind but soon you will see....

© Tanya

K.A.F.F.Y.

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 moonlight.
Am proud because I am,
arrogant cause I can be,
and heartless
cause it’s a waste of reason.

This is kaffy,
Hated by many
and loved by a few,
am that individual
who never begs to be understood.

Am kaffy
The rebirth of Mwangi
and graphic death of moha.

This is kaffy,
The end of life of second chances,
the normal
In your confusion.
The omen from what survived 2009
©Mwangi Njoroge

Colours

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

Chosen Few

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 magnificent beast

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

Kelly

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