ADDICTION.

Shackled,we move like zombies,
We are chained to the rush,
From one high to another,
With an influx of lows,that we hardly succumb to.

There is another high, a win,
Whether it materialises or not,
We are tied to the fallacy.
The chains are tight.

We are superficial,
We are woven,
Intertwined into a wave of despair and deceit,
Fail today,we are not dissuaded.
Lose a car today, a house tomorrow,
Maybe a marriage.

We remain unperturbed.
The jungle of greed is pretty,
The belief in a win,inescapable,
We are bound,in captivity.
A bondage like no other.

Addictions are chilling,
They are killing,we should be willing,
To overcome,there must be enticing.
We must be seeking,
That way we are overcoming.

I AM IN THE LOVE LANE.
My mother, like most, was a wonderful woman.
She bequeathed me great morals, but her love for me was extreme.
She showed me what it takes by her actions.
As a respected member of her community, she sat on all the Boards of Governors in my locality.
She was a morally upright woman.
A woman of stature.
Never grandstanding(no chocha).
A woman like like others. She made sense when she had to opine.
She was an entrepreneur.
She was selfless.
Since I could comprehend,
We lived with relatives and relatives of friends.
Through her lifetime she made great strides.
She chose her friends wisely.
They were very similar.
My younger brother and I lived with some when she went back to college,
She was keen on education.
She paid through the nose as a widow.
She was ably supported by great relatives.
My uncle at my father's burial lightened the load.
He chose to pay my tuition fees.
He did this without failing.
He even started buying me uniforms, the type my mum would never have afforded.
I was accorded the pleasure of switching from one school to the then Kakamega High School.
This was my dad's doing. He had formed great relationships with others in the know.
He passed on in 1992 while I was in form two.
I remember the man with effusive nostalgia.
He did not have much to say.
If he had to express himself, it was love or discipline.
He was unencumbered by life's intricacies.
Whenever he cane back home from slogging it out,
We all got on our toes.
One had to take stock of what had been done right or wrong.
Getting in his intermittent and temporary black book would accord you some lashings.
I remember an occasion on a Saturday like this, when he called the three boys back from our usual sojourns with the neighbours.
The man had taken note of our disorganised room.
My late elder brother, went in first. I followed and the other love of my life, that intelligent Rastaman of a brother I have, last.
Within moments of entry into the mess of a room, he asked us what was wrong with the room.
What a rhetorical question that was.
Upon that direction and with no detection of a cane,
We embarked on putting the room in order.
No sooner had we commenced than the gent, swiftly lashed my elder brother who wailed instantly like a boy hit by a bolt of lightning.
Upon the profane act of pain infliction, my brother and I scampered together for the door.
He was quicker, yet being a coward I beat him to it.
I opened the door in haste and took off at the speed of a fighter jet.
With him in tow, we ran into the bright sunlight and into my uncle's homestead.
My mother shall always remain the essence of my life.
She has been gone since 2003 but in me her spirit of love burns fiercely. It's an ember that I pass on at any given opportunity.
She made me the man I am, a feminist to boot.
her love taught me how wonderful women are.
Never having been hit by her lover aka husband,
I learnt to never hit a woman.
I only ever hit a girl in primary school. I have been apologising for decades since the awful act. She has forgiven me.
My mother did her best for us a s family.
She was my first love, a philanthropist extra ordinaire.
She put her all in all she did.
She always stated that a chore must be done perfectly.
Yes, she was a perfectionist.
If you could not do it properly, she would tell you off.
"If you did not want to do it you should not have bothered" was her mantra.
I loved that woman as I still do to date.
I am lucky that her sister was raised in the same mold.
Wonderful sisters, even the third one.
My matriarchal uncles are so cool and calm, albeit strict.
Their children, such loving and wonderful souls.
Life has accorded me a lot.
On this occasion when I dedicate this to the one irreplaceable woman, I dedicate this to my sisters Sylvia, Milly and Linda.
We truly had a gem of a mother. We are who we are for her.
To the mothers who are like the one I loved so deeply, keep it up.
To those girls aspiring to mother, I hope you can emulate what my mother was and in my heart still remains.
To the boys, your mother is your first love. Those who still have theirs cherish them.
SPOIL YOUR MOTHER THIS SATURDAY!

TRUE FRIENDS!

They are hard to come by,true friends.

True friends are not always the ones you know.

They will walk up to you, true friends.

True friends are those that come to sort you out.

True friends, who are they?

They will come to your aid, in the darkest hour.

True friends, they will hold your hand,

Just as you start to stumble and fall.

True friends are a joy to behold,

They are jewels,true friends.

When you are opposed,

These true friends will stand by you,with you.

True friends are a blessing,

They do what it takes to show you the way.

Wen you get lost or at risk of,

True friends will bring a compass.

True friends have a mirror through which you will see,

True friends, they make you see yourself through their eyes.

True friends support your positive plans,

They plug holes in your ideas, to make them better.

True friends wish you nothing, but the best,

True friends are better than your siblings at times.

True friends form a bond unlike unrequited love,

True friends are never an endangered species.

True friends engender compassion,

True friends will not bother with your celebration

Of success as much as how to make you successful.

True friends are the embodiment of things great.

True friends do not despise you or envy you,

True friends ask how they can be like you

True friends want you to emulate their blueprint

True friends want you up.

True friends, oh true friends!

What a joy,true friends.

I shall sing the song of peace,

For you my true friends.

True friends, I shall wallow in the sea of sultry tunes,

True friends, I stand for you have stood with me.

True friends,I watch as you come and go,

True friends, you compliment me.

To you my friends who are yet to be friends,

The world needs more true friends,

The world is full of lies,true friends

With you true friends, this is a better world!

SO DO I!

As the rain falls,so do my tears.

As the ground gets wet,so do I.

As the mud forms,so do I.

As the tree branches swirl, so do I.

As the wind blows, so do I,

As the sand spreads, so do I.

As the seas are calm, so am I,

As the forests are luscious, so am I.

As the heat warms, So do I,

As the cold bites,so do I.

As the pollen rises,so do I,

As the flowers bloom,so do I.

As the mist settles, so do I,

As the river runs, so do I.

As the waterfalls drop, so do I,

As the river runs dry, so do I.

As the moon shines, so do I,

As the stars twinkle, so do I.

As the moon takes of the sun,so do I,

As the stars shine on you, so do I!

LOVE

As a river flows,so does love flow,

As a flower blooms, so does love bloom.

As drought brings withering flowers,

So does a love not watered.

As a rock is strong,

So solid, is love.

As the wind blows,

So does the love of your life move you.

As patience is profound,

So does love,as a virtue.

As the flora is flaunted,

So is love never hidden.

As one is betrothed to another,

So does love pave the way.

As the animals hunt,

So is love sought.

As life is lived,

So should love be inculcated.

As the morning is misty,

So fresh should love seem.

FRIENDS.

I did not know I had friends,

Until somebody had to stop traffic for me.

I did not know I had friends until somebody

had to watch the road for me.

I did not know I had friends, until somebody had to give up their pleasure,for my comfort.

I did not know I had friends,

Until somebody had to miss a day's work

because I had a hospital appointment.

I did not know I had friends

Until I fell ill and could not support myself.

I did not know I had friends,

Until somebody had to loose something.
so that I could gain.

I did not know I had friends,

Until somebody said they loved me to make me feel better.

I did not know I had friends until I became so sick.

I did not know that anybody cared

Until I could not care for myself.

I did not know I had neighbours,

Until I needed to know.

I did not know God existed

Until I became so desperate.

I did not know I was so human

Until somebody made me feel less human.

I did not know anything,

Until somebody said I knew.

Now I know something,

That I never knew anything.

Until I was accused of knowing something,
Something I still know not!

I AM IN THE LOVE LANE.
My mother, like most, was a wonderful woman.
She bequeathed me great morals, but her love for me was extreme.
She showed me what it takes by her actions.
As a respected member of her community, she sat on all the Boards of Governors in my locality.
She was a morally upright woman.
A woman of stature.
Never grandstanding(no chocha).
A woman like others. She made sense when she had to opine.
She was an entrepreneur.
She was selfless.
Since I could comprehend,
We lived with relatives and relatives of friends.
Through her lifetime she made great strides.
She chose her friends wisely.
They were very similar.
My younger brother and I lived with some when she went back to college,
She was keen on education.
She paid through the nose as a widow.
She was ably supported by great relatives.
My uncle at my father's burial lightened the load.
He chose to pay my tuition fees.
He did this without failing.
He even started buying me uniforms, the type my mum would never have afforded.
I was accorded the pleasure of switching from one school to the then Kakamega High School.
This was my dad's doing. He had formed great relationships with others in the know.
He passed on in 1992 while I was in form two.
I remember the man with effusive nostalgia.
He did not have much to say.
If he had to express himself, it was love or discipline.
He was unencumbered by life's intricacies.
Whenever he came back home from slogging it out,
We all got on our toes.
One had to take stock of what had been done right or wrong.
Getting in his intermittent and temporary black book would accord you some lashings.
I remember an occasion on a Saturday like this, when he called the three boys back from our usual sojourns in the neighbourhood.
The man had taken note of our disorganised room.
My late elder brother, went in first. I followed and the other love of my life, that intelligent Rastaman of a brother I have, last.
Within moments of entry into the mess of a room, he asked us what was wrong with the room.
What a rhetorical question that was.
Upon that direction and with no detection of a cane,
We embarked on putting the room in order.
No sooner had we commenced than the gent, swiftly lashed my elder brother who wailed instantly like a boy hit by a bolt of lightning.
Upon the profane act of pain infliction, my brother and I scampered together for the door.
He was quicker, yet having been a coward I beat him to it.
I opened the door in haste and took off at the speed of a fighter jet.
With him in tow, we ran into the bright sunlight and into my uncle's homestead.
My mother shall always remain the essence of my life.
She has been gone since 2003 but in me her spirit of love burns fiercely. It's an ember that I pass on at any given opportunity.
She made me the man I am, a feminist to boot.
Her love taught me how wonderful women are.
Never having been hit by her lover aka her husband,
I learnt to never hit a woman.
I only ever hit a girl in primary school. I have been apologising for decades since the awful act. She forgive me.
My mother did her best for us as family.
She was my first love, a philanthropist extra ordinaire.
She put her all in everything she did.
She always stated that a chore must be done properly.
Yes, she was a perfectionist.
If you couldn't do it properly, she would tell you off.
"If you did not want to do it you should not have bothered" was her mantra.
I loved that woman as I still do to date.
I am lucky that her sister was raised in the same mould.
Wonderful sisters, even the third one.
My matriarchal uncles are so cool and calm, albeit strict.
Their children, such loving and wonderful souls.
Life has accorded me a lot.
On this occasion when I dedicate this to the one irreplaceable woman, I dedicate this to my sisters Sylvia, Milly and Linda.
We truly had a gem of a mother. We are who we are for her.
To the mothers who are like the one I loved so deeply, keep it up.
To those girls aspiring to mother, I hope you can emulate what my mother was and in my heart still remains.
To the boys, your mother is your first love. Those who still have theirs cherish them.
SPOIL YOUR MOTHER THIS SATURDAY!