I Want To Be Like You

I am a child,

Innocent yet bold,

Enough to ask,

Why you put me to the task.

Yet i am unequal.


Teach me first how to be selfish,

Hateful and unkind,

Isn’t it weak to be kind?

Show me how to walk,

On paths of evil and petty talk.

So when i, my first words, speak,

Or my first steps take,

I may make no mistake.


Take my puny hands,

Let me lie on your wings,

Teach me how to fly, in the vast evil skies,

Like eagles on the winds,

So i can grab more space,

And care less for others’ sakes.


Show me how you swoop low.

And i will keep tow.

Show me how you steal,

Little ones from the meek and humble.

So when i grow up, i will be just like you.

Then let us sit back in glee,

Let us, from good, flee,

Shelter justice from my unknowing eyes,

Freeze my heart, make it cold as ice.

Show me hurtful words to say,

I see you do it too.

Teach me never to be the server.

Always the master.

So when i cannot be,

I must be still.


I want to walk in your shoes,

They will fit me in season,

When i have learnt your ways.

Teach me how to steal, please.

I want  to learn to be unworthy of trust,

And utterances fabricate in haste.


Teach me the art of war,

I want to make many a foe.

I am your student, in the school called Life.

Teach me before i grow.

So when i do,

I will be just like you.

© Ado Yiembo

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Mimi Wako Mwenziyo

Nipe nikupe, maneno hayo usemayo,
usinitumie sin’tupe, mimi wako mwenziyo,
sijifananishe kupe, mambo hayo tia moyo,
kwa wakati simo, sijitafutie mwingine.

kwa wakati simo, sijitafutie mwingine,
mapenzi mambo muhimo, sifananishe na jingine,
kwa yote yaliomo, sitataka mwingine
sijitie simanzi, moyo wangu ni wako.

sijitie simanzi, moyo wangu u wako,
mtima una mapenzi, kokote uliko,
njoo kwangu unienzi,maana sitoki kwako,
Kwa sherehe na shangwe, tukuwaambie wazee.

 

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My Beloved by Kiarii

My beloved you are mine and I, yours,

Hold my gaze with your mysterious blackness

Enchant me with the mystery of your darkness

For the shine of your face is like polished ebony

Like an African night in a moonless sky.

 

Bewitch me with the mischief of your wink,

And the flutter of your lovely lashes,

While your eyes twinkle like stars of my black skies.

Bind me with the beauty of your look,

And the love so intent in the look of your eyes.

 

Undo me with magic of your tongue,

In a sweet love ballad, a lazy whisper,

And the curl of your lips as you pout,

In a mock sulk, like the baby you are-

A young heart in a woman’s dress.

 

Blind me with the shine of your smile,

And the glint of your teeth in a merry grin,

In mischievous sneer or unbridled happiness,

Bright as a milky way in a moonless night,

Lighting my night when the moon won’t shine.

 

Mesmerize me with the dance in your step,

And the sway of your hips in measured walk,

The heave of your bosom in unbridled laughter,

The angelic crane of your neck, like a painter’s model

And I’ll paint you on the tablet of my heart.

 

I am amazed by the humility in your heart.

And the genius of your sober mind.

Though fairer than most, even all,

Like a bridled horse you rein your pride,

In measured words and careful steps.

 

My beloved I am yours and you, mine

A willing captive of your endless charm,

I’ll ever explore the mystery you are.

My beloved I am yours and you, mine,

To ever love, to ever cherish and forever hold.

 

 

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Sometimes

Sometimes I force them
Sometimes they flow easily
Sometimes they do not flow at all

They make you happy,
At times they make you sad
They make you angry
They make you resigned

Sometimes they slip out
Sometimes I force them to stay put
Sometimes they cheer someone up

These thoughts of mine
They are a pain
They are a joy
They are what they are
My thoughts

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Solace

There was a rose that faded young,

I saw its shattered beauty hang,

Upon a broken stem,

I heard them

say, ”what need to care?

With roses budding everywhere?”

There was a bird brought down to die,

I saw its limp body fall,

Upon a distant plain,

They said a hundred fall off the sky,

What need to cry?

There was a girl whose lover fled,

I watched her grieve and felt her hurt,

But i did not wait the while,

For i knew what they would say.

” There’s many another lad,

What need to be sad?”

© Ado Yiembo

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Tears of a Girl

Today, I cried

I cried for all those times I wanted to cry but I could not


When I listened to that romantic song, when I watched that movie,

When I read her story,

When he finally found her, when she finally found him,

When you accused me unfairly,


When you told me ‘thank you’ for the first time ever,

When you said I was the most beautiful person you had ever met,

When you said I was your person,

When she called me in the middle of the night to tell me how he hurt her,

When her father died, when her daughter was born,


When he chose her instead of me,

When he stole my heart……..and when he broke my heart,


When you told me I was better and stronger than I thought,

When you believed in me,

When he held my hand even when I didn’t want him to but needed him to,

When you went away without saying goodbye, when you came back for me,


When you didn’t stand by me, when you ALONE stood by me,

When you remembered me after such a long time,

When you thought of me first,


When I didn’t even have a reason to


Today I cried…for me, and also for you

Because you wanted to but could not.


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Dear Boobs by Kiarii

The following poem was written by Kiarii Wainaina, a guest writer. He is an upcoming writer currently living in Voi. You can find more of his work in Wideman World. Here though, is his tribute to the Breast Cancer Awareness month.

 

Round plump and firm,

You are the envy of many.

Lovers are bewitched by your sight

Enchanted by the mystery of your feel

Cuddle and handle but never get enough

Suckle and fondle; captives of your mystery.

 

Long, full and sagging,

An oasis for suckling babies

Their Canaan where milk flows.

From whence their muscle grows

And bones draw their strength,

While they teeth and learn to wean

 

Soft, warm and pillowy

Where a lover’s head may rest

While he catches a breath

Or the infant’s nest

While he suckles and giggles

The lover, content, the infant potent.

 

Bouncing, proud and lovely

Inseparable twins you are

In motherly care or in mischief

A darling of all young and old

May God ever keep you,

As you keep us, young and old!