Evening Chai

​Morning tea is a ritual. Evening tea however has a certain magic to it. The universe aligns at that first sip of perfectly boiled, perfectly strong, perfectly sugared tea, and in that moment, I know what happy feels. How weirdly good evening tea tastes to me, is how alcoholics feel at the sip of just the…

The Last Letter

I will never forgive you I once told myself Knowing what I do now I know someday I will Were you not the one Who taught me first hand To be different To stand for my values  And stand tall Even if I stood alone You carved out of me A monument of pure steel So acutely hardened Not even…

Ten

I found a letter That turned the ground I sat on To quicksand And slowly sinking Reeling from my find I wonder how you could So easily lie And how lucky for me To never have tried To heal you Your wounds lie deep within And you vibrant color-drenched skin Is a poisonous façade I could never heal you…

9 Years Sober

I haven’t thought seriously of suicide for about 9 years. I did about a month ago; all the way to a sure proof way to get it over with. The tipping point was the death of a child I knew only by association. And I am careful to just be there for people without being…

NINE

If ever we get to a place Where I’m ready to leave all behind And for some reason you want me to stay Like you never did when it mattered And you sit right there beside me Holding onto my hand like you should have All those times I floundered about Plunging from sky to…

EIGHT

You claim it will happen to me too That life deforms us all That I should not be too quick To point an accusing finger at you when questioned So then tell me Is there a demon That takes hold of us When we reach a certain age? Is it in our genes And when…

SEVEN

Don’t say sorry Goodness! Do not From your lips It’s so foreign a word It merely draws a snicker   Like plastic flowers Shamelessly masquerading Without the feel, scent or even look Of that which  they  seek to ape It is mildly insulting That word Sorry   You see   The things you burned We…

SOMETIMES WHEN IT RAINS

 I stumbled upon this poem one rainy season while in high school and it has remained one of my favorites. It greatly reminded me of the El-nino rains that poured when I was in nursery school, and how for me, El-nino was just a fancy name for a lot of rain. I remember merely feeling…

SIX

You taught me love Is a rose whose thorns Were petrified into the glassy stone Of a rare rare gem You said to hold it fast Hold it tight in the cradle of my palm That it may pierce the delicate insides it touches But a ready spear it will be For when the world…

For women who refuse

Originally posted on chanyado:
Part 3 This is for women who refuse to make space. It probably confused you that I didn’t lower my gaze when you stared at me. Perhaps that’s because you don’t know who I am. For a long time I didn’t know either until my Kenyan sisters showed me where to…

Embracing My Nakedness

My second nude photoshoot wasn’t nearly as terrifying as the first. A friend who wants some of hers taken accompanied me- to get a feel of it- so maybe I was in the mentor mode and shit; but for the first time ever, I didn’t mind what shape my breast took. And they do take…

PICTORY V.2 #65 – CHICKEN PEN A TRAGEDY

Originally posted on KIMANIWANDAKA :
ACT 1 SCENE 1. The Birdzaar. Cock: …we strike when he sleepeth… Shutterbug walks in, clicking away as usual. Silence. Shutterbug: I come to collect my meal. Though it appears I walked into a coup. Hen: Gaze, see that we live in a coop… But good Sir, dost thou even hoist?…