Poetry & Works by Kaffi & Kaffy

A cleansing sword, a dove of the Black Continent! An enduring rose, deserving of unceasing compliments! Unlike his covetous contemporaries clinging onto the mace, He rides the vast African prairies, his spirit moves apace, Engulfing the African soul with long lost love, With a good natured smile, he stirs the intellects grove, Canonized in the eyes of men and held a sacrificial rood, Breathing peace, he is the tower of good; Where morals are taught, vengeance vanquished, Virtue rewarded, and violence admonished. Like an emblematic sparrow, in words and deeds, His wings scatter prosperous seeds, To save tomorrow from the mindlessness of yesterday, In retrospect humility, he leads the way, Holding the lantern in ripened wisdom, His white garb illumines, the paths painted in crimson, Denuding the barren land of barrenness, And concealing buttocks from ridiculous bareness, Wealthy with virtues, we are forfeit to extol: For his life is a path we adore and stroll. ...

         "Of course i can hurt you, simply with my point of view - Guru of Gangstarr"             Joe Mwenda where i shall breath in peace love and respect and out breath the same where i shall drink from a cup thats free eat from a plate thats just where i shall live from my means and not on promises the broken and yet to be broken ones where i shant suppress pain with pills postpone pressure with puffs and pints where virtue is embraced and vice is not known there father let me and mine exist.

I am the moving wind! Every aspect of my life is artistic, photographic, a fashion statement, poetic and rhythmic . Every aspect of my life is cherished, shared and sacred! Dear Pen, dear paper Take me to this lands planted in my brain by the images I see on TV and in pages of my magazines Elevate me and let me feel the breeze that a prisoner feels when he walks out the walls of prison as a freeman Bring me that joy, strong enough to seduce the pain of labour by giving the beautiful cry of a new born baby Make me a creator of words pen, a craftsperson of verses A  pro of metrical compositions strong enough to carry feelings and illusions Make me a king, a god of words Make me rule in this world, I think A sailor in this ocean of ink, A prodigy because it was only you from the start who really acknowledged me A warrior I hold you my dear pen as my spear,  loving paper as a shield come along Take me here to this place I have never been Come along t...

©Kaffy Mwangi I take a bow to this world, a bow to wolves in sheep's clothing. tonight I rest my soles burn my heels and let my soul nurse the wounds of friendship.