I AM TOLD (2019)

I am told,

That black is no longer beauty,

That in those days of Instagram and snap chat,

A lighter shed carried the day,

And the answer is cosmetics,

Those that will make her lighter,

Enough to get the likes and the approval of men,

And it doesn’t matter

if at the end she will look like a burn victim

Or a stripped zebra,

Just as long as she is beautiful


I am told,

In words so bold,

That the ones with the big behinds are the beautiful ones,

In those days of socialites

When a woman’s body was good business

And the answers to cosmetics,

Injections to sometimes pump them up,

It doesn’t matter 

Those things may not be propositional,

Or that sometimes there are health risks

As long as they are beautiful


I am told,

That is all about Red lips,

Make up even before they wake up,

In those days of selfies

For them to colour their eye lids purple,

And lashes green,

As long as they conform to the standards of the day

And it doesn’t matter

Whether at the end she looks more like a scare craw,

As long as she is beautiful


I am told

That it’s about big boobs,

In those days of Facebook,

When a woman’s beauty was about her chest

And so she will go for surgery

So as to please the men

To hell with the risks and side effects

And it never matters that she is playing the hand of God

As long as she is beautiful


Speechless 2019

I am speechless

With words chocking me down my throat,

But speechless,

A mixture of bitterness and pity,

And none wants to give way,

These girls who have fought so much,

To get space in a patriarchal society,

Are  yet again objectified

They dress and look like dolls just to please men,

And they are convinced that they are queens,

Or is it slay…queens


I am speechless

And I will speak with tears in my eyes,

For the mother who takes her daughter to  school,

So that she can be empowered

Only to be swept away by the power of material things,

For the father who looks at his daughter as his pride,

Only to get aside and a sponsor’s ride,

And get so convinced that fake nails and painted lips,

Have made her royalty,

Or should I say…. Slay queen


I am speechless

And I can only watch as tables turn,

And sponsor seem to be the way to go for young girls,

Aren’t they the sugar daddy’s of yesterday?

Now made fancy and I guess acceptable,

But where are the women leaders?

Where are the women mentors who claim to be feminists?

To tell them that big behinds and light faces is not royalty

Oh yes I remain speechless


But my thoughts are wild,

And I can’t get why respectable men

Some even leaders should behave like dogs,

I mean literal dogs,

I want it so I will have it mentality,

I am a man and can’t keep it in my pants fatality,

Perhaps it’s about money and power,

But I don’t think they see these girls as royalty

Or should I say… slay queens

Still Slaves {2019}

We would like to call ourselves free men and women,

Tell our children of the great songs of freedom,

Resonate with the sounds and drums of liberation,

But the truth is we are still slaves in our land,

Gone are our colonizers and the white supremacists,

But we replaced them with black slave owners,

To take and break as they want and feel like,

Years down the lines we are still slaves,


We call ourselves independent and sing to our national tune,

Yet we are still slaves,

Of a Government systems that demands and never gives,

An education system that is meant to drain the youth,

Politicians with rhetoric’s and very little to give as solutions,

We are still slaves of fruitless periodic elections,

Yes we are still slaves to disease and mediocre healthcare systems,

Years down the line we are still slaves,


We fought for human dignity and pride,

And said the white man divided us so as to rule us,

Yet we are still slaves to the very tribalism we fought,

We elect thieves and murders in Government just to satisfy tribal supremacy,

We easily go to war and shed blood for political egos,

We are slaves to corruption and impunity and they dare play propaganda,

Corrupt and inadequate police and security systems,

As we have let the politician play the supremacy card,

Years down the line we are still slaves,


Years on we are still fighting disease and ignorance,

Still building roads and hospitals on paper,

We are still slaves to poverty and inhuman treatment,

We like to talk bad about them,

But we are still slaves to the white people and Asians,

We are still happy to marginalize women, youth persons with disabilities,

We are still slaves like the kitchen Negro settle for crams,

And the field Negro toiling in the sun

Years down the line… we are still slaves


My Mistress (2019)

I don’t know about you but I love my mistress

Unlike my wife she listens and doesn’t judge,

She doesn’t badge or hold a grudge,

And so she let me speak it out or even shout,

Let me drawn my sorrows for today and tomorrow

She is fine with my pain and stain

But she also listens to my joys and let me share my victories,


I don’t know about you but I love my mistress,

My confidant and comfort in times of distress,

She is not after making a good man of me,

But she thrives in making a honest man of me,

She is ok with the angels and demons in me

She is ok with the man so strong but sometimes weak

She is also ok with the human in me


I don’t know about you but I love my mistress,

She doesn’t pretend to love me but she cares

And it is never her but about me,

One or two rounds and she get me in the mood,

The feeling of ecstasy like a chain in my brain,

And I feel like a king as she is my queen,

As I forget about tomorrow and yesterday


I don’t know about you but really love my mistress

She helps me unwind and takes away the stress and mess

She let me laugh my heart out and be happy and scrappy

She is my side kick or should you say my psychic

And what a therapist she is as she takes me from realities of life

I would kill for those moments together we steal,

As I really, really love my mistress

Mama Taught Me

Mama taught me love,

And in my heart I have,

 As she held me in her arms,

And moved me with her charms,


Mama taught me respect,

Told me to respect and not to elect,

The young and the old,

All in one fold,


Mama taught me service,

And told me to love it,

As she told me to help those in need,

And always with speed,


Mama taught me humility,

As a way to my ability,

To be big I must be small,

To fly I must crawl,


Mama taught me belief,

And relief,

To give myself a chance even through hell,

For later I will have the tale to tell,


 Mama taught me honesty,

As it goes with the velocity.

To always be truthful

And faithful




Anywhere else she would worry,

But not here,

Here she is comfortable,

In these four walls she is the lioness,

So she sinks into her sit,

Takes a pen and a piece of paper,

After a sigh of relief she is ready to write about it,

Toxic love,

The kind that comes when you love too much,

Over the seas and above the sky,

 Love that breaks your heart into pieces,

The kind that gets into your soul,

And makes you crawl,


Anywhere else she would be silent,

Afraid to speak her mind,

Let her thought out,

But not here,

Here is the sharp voice of reason,

And she is talking about it,

Toxic love,

The kind that gives you pain

Pain that strikes your chest,

And drains happiness from you

One look at your once beloved and suddenly,

 There is a force squeezing your heart,

And she calls it Toxic love


Any other day she wouldn’t go through this,

But not today,

Today she is fearless

As fearless as a strong-winged Eagle

And so she will fly

Through her memories about it,

Toxic love,

The kinds with fears and tears,

Rivers of tears flowing as your eyes melt

At the thought of your beloved

Sleepless nights,

Tossing and turning,

As you embrace the cold lonely night,

And at dawn,

It feels like a hangover,

As the heavy headache and stomach aches won’t let go

Toxic love

That makes you sick


Another sign of relief,

This time  as if affirming her supremacy,

As she is finally talking about it,

Toxic love,

The kind that breads anger

When your beloved finds happiness in others,

And refuses to see you,

The green jealous,

When your beloved is talking to them,

No one should ever touch even a stand of hair of your beloved


The more she thinks,

The more she gets it

Toxic love,

The kind that makes you want to spend all the time,

Spend all your money,

Sell your kidney or even liver,

Just to give to the one you love,

Toxic love,


She however takes a pause,

Is there true unconditional love?

What is life without love?

For as much it is empty it is gratifying,

As much as it is painful there is joy,

There may be tears but also laughter,

As true love is toxic



Peris Gakii & Kizito Ajuong