Sahara's Sands

I have an anger that rages like an incandescent fire burning bright,

Staining my heart with a darkness thicker than night,

I have anger so toxic it gives my sanity fright,

Threatening my soul with wilting worse than blight,

My eyes are blinded even though they perceive light,

My limbs are powerless even though this emotion gives me might,

For when I behold you with my “sight”,

I hope I do not do things I will pretend to regret, so that from incarceration my conscience gains flight

Oh my words mean nothing right now,

Someday they will be the evidence you wish you had,

They will be the irrefutable proof that evaded you somehow,

Because you couldn't decipher their meaning interred.

And I will make you bow,

At the very altar you desecrated and defiled lout-lad,

And the sacrifice will be your body, as my wrath into you starts to plow,

I’ll watch as you get erased like a fleeting fad…

Erased like footprints upon Sahara’s sands engulfing Chad

For you resemble the monster lurking in my shadows,

Whose genesis no one knows,

You resemble the demon that glows,

In the darkness, where hades rows,

You smile but death stains your countenance,

You are the spawn of (a ménage a trois between) Medusa, Behemoth and Leviathan; that rancid romance,

I hope I never get the chance,

To incinerate you to smouldering ashes with this same fire you ignited with your foul fragrance

My words mean nothing right now,

Someday they will be the evidence you wish you had,

They will be the irrefutable proof that evaded you somehow,

Because you couldn’t decipher their meaning; how sad.

And I will make you bow,

To the very altar you desecrated and defiled old lad,

And the sacrifice will be your body as my wrath into you starts to plow

I’ll watch as you get erased like a fleeting fad…

Erased like footprints upon Sahara’s sands engulfing Chad

Look at the way you gloat like Goliath

Look at the way the philistine in you roars like a lion,

Look at the way you smugly "scare" like Samson,

Because you assume Delilah cannot mess with “their” scion,

Watch out Ahab,

Jezebel will ensure you fall and get impaled on iron,

Hang your soul with the scarlet cord of Rahab,

And ensure there is no respite for you in Zion,

Kibali

Pic Credits: Wiki Commons 

Caveat: Don't take me too seriously 

Scribbling Sages (Underneath)

Solomon said guard you heart for from it, flows the wellspring of life.

Because trusting the wrong ones, is like stabbing yourself with a rusty knife,

You may heal, eventually,

Or die from the wounds inflicted so callously.

But how pray tell does one stay uninjured in strife?

When even love is a war-zone that makes sallow survivors of a husband and wife?

You learn to accept your scars though initially,

The pain tears you up internally.

For in accepting your flaws and your pain,

Your sanity you begin to regain,

And though your mind sings the refrain,

Of defeat, you learn the harmony of victory,

For in accepting the sunshine and the rain,

Serenity you begin to attain,

The floods blot out every stain,

As your future rewrites your history.

Underneath, underneath,

The storm rages,

To bequeath, to bequeath,

Sublime knowledge is life’s way in all stages,

Underneath, underneath,

Pain permeates the pages,

Seemingly, like ink writing on your pith,

Writing wisdom’ words, like scribbling sages

The harmony of victory,

Is learned though wadding in the darkness,

Stumbling through the misery,

Finding yourself whilst drowning in the murky waters that caress,

They caress at the onset but lacerate your skin,

For a saw is meant to draw blood,

But you learn to close off the world and battle the ogres within,

Until you find tranquillity, when enough you’ve had..

For in accepting your flaws and your pain,

Your sanity you begin to regain,

And though your mind sings the refrain,

Of defeat, you learn the harmony of victory,

For in accepting the sunshine and the rain,

Serenity you begin to attain,

The floods blot out every stain,

As your future rewrites your history.

Underneath, underneath,

The storm rages,

To bequeath to bequeath,

Sublime knowledge is life’s way in all stages,

Underneath, underneath,

Pain permeates the pages,

Seemingly, like ink writing on your pith,

Writing wisdom’ words, like scribbling sages

Reminding you that in accepting your flaws and your pain,

Life’s ebb and flow,

Your sanity you begin to regain,

Immortality the gods bestow,

And though your mind sings the refrain,

Of defeat as the burdens boat you row,

 You learn the harmony of victory in accepting the sunshine and the rain,

That teaches your soul as you go

Serenity you attain,

The floods blot out every stain,

Your future rewrites your history,

Your life becomes a glorious story.

It all starts underneath.

Kibali

Image Copyright:

Copperman

Wikimedia Commons

When Art Collides, Voices Are Unchained

Namaste! I should be gushing, nay waxing lyrical about a poetry event, but I am not one to turn down a chance to rant so indulge me good people! 

Kenya is a country of contrasts; a passive aggressive chamaa that suddenly erupts like magma when the right catalyst is introduced. We remain silent when we should be vocal, and vile when we should be subtle and scintillating. 

Look at our keyboard ninja proclivity, that says more about who we are than the Maasai images and elephants gallivanting in Maasai Mara under a sunset sky. Yes yes, sweeping statements, I shouldn't generalize!. All the same, we are an interesting lot.

It is with that in mind that this Sunday, two spoken word artists go “head to head” to shatter this festering fault of ours. Mufasa and Teardrops, have teamed up to venture where angels fear to tread. They will lay their hearts bare, for all and sundry to see. Dubbed "Unchained Voices", it will set the stage for what will hopefully be more people plucking up the courage to make their voices heard, and their truths told. LOUDLY

The icing on the cake will be their debut albums, which will be unveiled on the day ready to be snatched up by eager poetry die-hards. Teardrops, known for his flawless flow and Sheng mastery, will be unveiling his long awaited debut offering "Memoirs of a Wordsmith". 

Mufasa, known for his raging roar, juxtaposition of imagery and emotive delivery will be unleashing his debit masterpiece, 'Inside out". 

And since they decided to serve a bodacious buffet, music will be by the vivacious Vereso, salubrious Sarabi and heartthrobs Hart_the_band.  Talk of effervescent art! Unchained Voices will also feature mime, expressive dance, painting, and graffiti! 

Abeg, what more do you need to be told that this deserves prominence on your calenders people? 

Alliance Francaise, doors swing wide open at around 3;00 pm, although the show officially kicks off at 4:00 pm, all the way to 6:00 pm. Tickets are  KES 500 advances, and KES 800 shillings at the gate.

Tickets available at Pawa 254 though you can also contact +254 720 785 173 

Sabalkheri, Sayonara