Impressions of Wundanyi

Three things I always look forward to when visiting Wundanyi; the misty evenings, the library, great laughs and peace of mind. The library the tops the list. It rarely has people and has gems of books some of whose last-borrowed stamps read the early 90’s. This saddens me a little because I think books get…

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…

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…

FIVE

I love you I do It’s very simple I. Love. You. And once upon a time That love was a tree With branches and leaves And flowers of loyalty We cut it down Remember? To burn fires to warm Our cold cold selves You shall be glad to learn My love still remains It survived…

Two

What is it you truly see Each time you look at him? The future you wished That will never come to pass Or longingly, the teen he was Before he started smoking Do you see in him The man who walked away Found another And had the guts to crawl right back What is it…

Going Under

Three things I made sure to know how Way before I ever kissed you; To make your eyes crinkle in laughter To make your breath catch in anticipation To leave you. I go under only because I hold ropes in my hands That lead back to the surface And I’m not a black widow You…

What is Love?

“I love you,” he said out of nowhere. Didn’t say it with a dot-dot-dot needing a “Ditto”. He just put it out there and smiled, like someone merely saying the sky is a beautiful blue.

UNLOVED TILL DEATH

He came back for me, she said. Crying, begging on his knees, pleading…he came back severally and said he could not do without me.   She told me this with the air of someone subtly convincing another, that they are loved.

How to Win at Love

Three ways In love That you’ll always lose One : to another Another being A man A thing An obsession A dream A chance rashly seized Two: to nothingness To the empty space Of a memory eternally lost Like worlds aged and enduring Swallowed entirely In one go By a single black hole Three and…

This Too Shall Die

Does it get any truer More fierce even Than mother’s love And that too died Burnt out Like a candle recycled One too many times What makes you think This will outlast Or even outlive that? #WaitingForCupid  

Lovely Bits

If I craved buns Or the veggies therein I know where to get them Thank you very much I want only the yummy bits in-between  That glistening chunk of thick saucy beef Amid the two bland buns and leafy lettuce That’s the only part that I’m interested in I want only The yummy tasty bits…