Kwale Pen People

 I got a story to tell, Everyone got one. Maybe it's time I cough what has been in my chest for a long time. The sun, the moon, the bright lights, the nightfall, the morning breeze. The storms and hurricane. With a sound mind,  I thought the  2 a. m will make me a legend, little did I get to know that I was wrong, They made me weak, with every passing week, it was another lose end.  I have these budding thoughts in my head. Developed the habit of sleeping with a pen and diary next to my bed. I wanted to tell a story. Tried hitting the highway from an exit but I couldn't. I really wanted someone to tell as to  why and how the simple things in life are a blessing. I wanted to tell a story of my first love. She was a pain in the ass, Look at us, we met in the sugarcane plantation on my way back home, She dropped my pants without my consent. No, I wanted to tell a story of how poetry has become a sedative, Anytime I feel like I'm having too mu...

Hey, hello I hope you realize how beautiful life can get I was there More than  once And each time I held that gun To this side of my head I heard the kid I used to be Screaming for help. A soft cry An innocent voice A younger me Wondering why I was so bitter. I've walked that road and I know this sign post Where your mistakes are written in bold red And your life is the only sacrifice That can appease the demons craving for a drop of your blood. I just want to let you know that You've been through worse before You've fought demons And you won So now they are trying to convince you that you are the last demon you have to slay. Close your eyes and count The second chances you will get when you lie there, lifeless, any? See, This whole world is messed up And you don't have to give away your life to fix things that Are far beyond you. One day, You will look at the bruises on your wrist and remember How many times you dragged you...

From the depths of stale I shall pick a tale And this is how i tell. First i met a rock That was beautifully sculptured And touched with a glow. I fell And it fell Then i crushed. Then i met a fox That was "lambed" A hoax radiator An outright ingrate Root of a narcissist A trust rapist Poor me. i met thunder Charmingly bright, A food for sight. Its company i did seek, Then She striked a fine bolt And I got shocked. What disturbs my peace Was my not at ease  When my council was sought By that which i will name not.  Let i cork it there MWABUNDU SEKESEKE

Am sure you have seen that title before? Was it in a movie? Where a young annoying boy was accidentally left behind in a big house as the family went on a vacation? I have another version of HOME ALONE.(read on)  You are on your long holiday and unfortunately the holiday comes when everyone else is back to their work place and your siblings and youthful neighbors are in school. You are home alone. You wake up when mum is leaving for work and the kids are getting ready for school. You bid them a good bye and retire to your sweet bed. You pull the bedsheets to cover yourself again and you hug the pillow while facing the roof. You start thinking about how the day will go. You are home alone. You get out of bed having a to do list in your head, you grab a pen and paper to jot the tasks down. Task number one is to get your breakfast ready. Your father complained that you are too skinny these days so food has to be your first priority. Task number two is to clean ...

To the man who will love me. I thank you for choosing me I don't know what I have that got you attracted for all I know is flaws, imperfections, not any close to perfection. Don't tell me you love me, Only to end up hurting me, breaking me further, into a million pieces, I've struggled to put together. I'm a beautiful mess. My face could be pretty, but my heart bleedy I have fought battles, no world war has. It has taken me decades to built my little peaceful empire. Skinny is my other name. My curves ain't biggy, neither are my other possessions in plenty. I heard that's what you want these days, but hun, I have none. My moods often swing. I try to smile now, the next minute so sad, At no regular intervals, I'm often mad at my self sometimes, and yes, for absolute no reason. Is this the mess you've been dreaming of? My education is not to mention. Hey, I have no degree, not even close to diploma. In the city they call me a c...