Excellence

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.

Friends That Let You Down

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 matters.
The pain they caused will not go away,
It cuts deep and strong to this day,
To put the phone down on me, screaming abuse,
To lie and try to cover up, Oh God, this is so obtuse.

I did not think I needed to explain,
But my questioning why? Fell in vain,
They tried to say I was over reacting,
They were going to invite me, but did not exactly!
How can people be so mean?
When I was always there so keen,
They did not deserve me as a friend,
I finally realized this in the end.

No peace in their lives will they ever find,
They let a friend down badly, not kind!
They bitched and moaned about each other,
This I will not miss, and don’t want the bother.
I am better, kinder, they will ever be,
Love, respect, they no longer have for me,
To me they are forever gone,
And in my life they no longer belong.
A dignified silence is all that remains,
I’m free now from all the pain,
I realize now they were not real friends,
But used me for their own selfish ends.
I really think they will, miss me,
But I’ve left them alone, and let it be,
I miss them not; it turns out in the end,
Be content with yourself, why defend?

Stand tall, be proud, have peace within,
It is only then you can begin
To be content with the way you are,
Have faith in yourself your a shining star,
Do not let friends put you down,
Destroy your love; stamp it into the ground,
Do not put up with their moans and groans,
Settle this knowledge into your bones.

I am happy now and glad of heart,
That these friends and I are apart,
I’ve moved on now and left them behind,
To each other they will never be kind.
To the rest of my life new friends have come,
Ones that you can really depend and rely on,
So take heed from my awful quest,
And remember, NEW friends really can be BEST
© T.W

S.I.N

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.

The flow of sins and redemption.

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).

velvet affection.

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

When am Gone by 3 Doors Down

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
But part of me is gone

[Chorus]

Or maybe I'm just blind...

[Chorus]

Love me when I'm gone...

Love me when I'm gone
When I'm Gone
When I'm Gone
When I'm Gone

RATED O (+21 ONLY) Blue Poem:the Series

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

Little Star.

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

Serenity Prayers.

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.

broken mirror.

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.

My Statement.

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.

A different feeling.

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.

Another Perspective.

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.

Mr. Big Man(The Learned Idiot)

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 that “navumilia kuwa mkenya”
-----Section 1...part 2 coming up-----
™©Mwangi Njoroge

Not by Choice (Child of the Night.)

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.

My Ex.

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 miss how she woke me at midnight
Just to walk outside
and watch stars dazzle,
holding close to each other,
kept warm by our smiles
and the peace laying in our eyes,
I miss kissing her forehead.
picking flowers for her in the morning.
she was the world to me,
that love angel sent from above
I hadn’t thought this through,
and it’s a saddening truth,
Am missing my EX.
™©Mwangi Njoroge

The Rebirth vs. The prodigal son

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.
™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Last Night Virgin.

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.

Coming Home

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.

A Day.

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)

Binti Flani

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

Mental Health Awareness & Drive

On the saturday of 12/03/2011,there will be a mental heath event at the Daystar University as from 10am,you are all kindly invited to this event,it will be a chance for you to learn the truth and false about mental health.
Welcome

In my eyes

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.
Everyday I pray,
to be normal for a day.
™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Am beautiful not branded!

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 normal,
and you can start by not branding me abnormal,
am just a child, with a disease I didn’t bargain for.

Am beautiful, inside and out,
come close see for yourself,
don’t drawn in your ignorance,
mental health is not an omen,

Come give me a chance to smile,
not to hide behind the tears of a clown.
show me to take a step today,
and I will show you why we are beautiful.
™©Mwangi Njoroge.

Because I Care

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

getting even

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poetry at geetting even

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R.I.P my friend.

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.

about me

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.

Secret.

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.

no more hurt.

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.

my best friend

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.

How it Is. (farewell note)

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.

Immortality.

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.

the system and my poetry

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 changed,
and so have I.
™©Mwangi Njoroge.

happy birthday to me:)

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.

happy birthday

Not a Love song.

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....

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

A Vipers Damsel (crocodile tears)

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.

Grant me a baby.

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

a friend dedicated this song to me

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 friends
I Pulled up in the Benz, they all got up In
We all went to Den and then I had to pay
If you f**kin with this girl then you betta be paid
You know why
It take too much to touch her
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend say she use to fuck wit Usher
I dont care what none of yall say I still love her

[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 2:]
18 years, 18 years
She got one of yo kids got you for 18 years
I know somebody payin child support for one of his kids
His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than his
You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai
She was spose to buy ya shorty TYCO with ya money
She went to the doctor got lypo with ya money
She walkin around lookin like Micheal with ya money
Should of got that insured got GEICO for ya moneeey
If you aint no punk holla We Want Prenup
WE WANT PRENUP! Yeaah
It's something that you need to have
Cause when she leave yo ass she gone leave with half
18 years, 18 years
And on her 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his

[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 3:]
Now I aint sayin you a gold digger you got needs
You dont want ya dude to smoke but he can't buy weed
You got out to eat and he cant pay yall cant leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
But why yall washin watch him
He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datson
He got that ambition baby look in his eyes
This week he moppin floorz next week it's the fries
So, stick by his side
I know his dude's ballin but yea thats nice
And they gone keep callin and tryin
But you stay right girl
But when you get on he leave yo ass for a white girl

Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
get down girl go head get down
get down girl go head
(can you play that back)

Him, Her and the Morning glory.

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 sun rise,
felt it peek over the horizon.
His hands caress her belly,
she comfortably squeezes into her hubby.
She is happy inside,
he is sure she is the one,
the one lady,
who knows how to love
how to love him,
the one lady who gives him
the satisfaction of morning glory.
™©PaJ & Mwangi Njoroge

Thank YOU :).

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

Beginning of love

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

Dancing in the Rain.

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 and somewhat succeed,
Evade poverty and eventually be rich.

But for now will dance in the rain
™©Mwangi Njoroge

Thorns of my Afterlife.

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

Dead Prince

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 From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

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! has 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 Harrison, U A Fanthorpe, Benjamin Zephaniah, Simon Armitage, Glyn Maxwell, Gillian Clarke, Linton Kwesi Johnson, Carol Ann Duffy, Liz Lochhead and Andrew Motion.GCSE Poetry Live! grew from this. While it was pleasing that so many A-level students wanted to see and hear poetry for themselves, they were students who were already committed to studying literature and poetry in depth. It was interesting to see if live poetry on a large scale could work for fifteen year olds. Almost everyone of that age takes a GCSE in English so potentially it meant getting to a very wide audience, not just the academically successful.If teachers feel up to bringing a whole year group (and they do) it means that everyone gets the chance to hear poetry rather than just read it. And from the hundreds of letters and e-mails we get every year, we know that in every audience there are budding poets who wonder “Could I do that?” But the main thing is that a seemingly high proportion of young people, who according to their teachers ‘couldn’t stand poetry’, now realize that they quite like it. That makes it much easier to start thinking about poetry afterwards in the classroom and at home. Now some 75,000 pupils a year come to about 50 events all over the country. All this has been achieved without a penny of public subsidy and is run from a small office in north Wales with four full-time employees. [GCSE Poetry Live][1] is now well-established in many school’s academic programmePoets reading at this year's (2009/2010) events across the UK include: [Carol Ann Duffy], [Simon Armitage], [Gillian Clarke], John Agard, [Imtiaz Dharker], Grace Nichols, [Daljit Nagra], [Moniza Alvi] and visiting poet from Kenya [Mwangi Kaffy] [edit] ReferencesRetrieved from "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry_Live"Categories: British poetryHidden categories: Articles that need to be wikified from April 2010 | All articles that need to be wikifiedPersonal toolsLog in / create account NamespacesArticle Discussion VariantsViewsRead Edit View history ActionsSearchTop of Form Bottom of FormNavigationMain page Contents Featured content Current events Random article Donate to Wikipedia InteractionHelp About Wikipedia Community portal Recent changes Contact Wikipedia ToolboxWhat links here Related changes Upload file Special pages Permanent link Cite this page Print/exportCreate a book Download as PDF Printable version This page was last modified on 27 July 2010 at 00:39. Text is available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License; additional terms may apply. See Terms of Use for details.
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