SILVER NOT GOLD

 

You come in Shillings and Cents,

Dollars Pounds Francs to many you make sense,

Can be found in cheque or cash,

Women and men alike you make blush.

 

Money, cash they call you,

I guess you make the sky blue,

And the radiant sun you make shine,

Bring the food and wine to dine

 

For you many do steal,

In fact a few even kill,

Look at the night sister,

For you she takes the pain and blister

 

You make others gods so mighty,

And others loud so flighty,

There are those with the dirty nails,

And those who toil with pails

 

Ting tong! Even in church,

They look for you while sing and match,

Blessed are the ones who give

And I guess those who receive.

 

To the greedy you are never enough,

Those who have you laugh,

And say that life you do make easy,

But must say others you make very crazy

 

Your presence speak louder,

As you provide the success ladder

But after all is told they are still cold

Cause you are silver not gold.

                                                                                     

 

 

 

 

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JUNGLE BLUE

Jungle blue,

In a deep green sea,

Where the birds will swim,

And the fish will fly,

Have you seen it?

The thieves get to parliament,

And the innocent fill the prisons,

Evil is praised,

And the good is condemned,

 

Jungle blue,

Have you seen it?

They kill in the name of peace,

Jihad they will call it,

And my other brothers,

Lie, steal and cheat,

Or is it preach?

In the name of the lord of course,

Hate in the name of love,

I bet you must have seen,

The dark daylight

And the bright night

 

Jungle blue,

Bitter honey,

And sweet bile,

John will marry James,

And Mary marry Anne,

I am sure you have seen them,

The lions graze

As the Antelope hunt

Achebe didn’t understand it,

But babies will be made,

When the women are on top,

Moreover,

Women will wear pants

And men dresses

 

 

Jungle blue,

Have you seen it?

We write from right to left,

Only that it’s not Arabic,

The sons will teach their fathers,

And daughter teach their mothers

Have you heard the music?

It isn’t about patriotism,

No longer about the green red, black and white,

It doesn’t condemn wrong,

Does it?

It’s mostly about sex alcohol and drugs,

Bending over,

And shaking certain parts of the body

 

Jungle blue,

In a deep green sea,

Where red means go,

And green means stop,

The moon in the day,

And the sun at night,

I am sure you have seen,

Schools awarded and students praised,

For cheating in exams,

Or is it,

Cheating without getting caught

 

Jungle blue,

Vegetation at the top,

And vultures at the bottom,

Of the food chain,

Did you hear the Minister?

She resigned because of health reasons,

Her doctor told her,

She was not healthy enough to continue stealing,

But at least she did resign right?

 

Jungle blue,

Christmas in June,

And gravity in the moon,

And soon we sing the tune,

Haven’t you seen it?

Ethnic intolerance and tribal war,

If we didn’t learn from the Hutu and the Tutsi,

I bet we should try,

Kikuyu versus Luo,

And see what happens,

Am sure it’s a good idea,

After all  we are out of the Hague,

 

Jungle blue,

I hear screams of joy,

And the laughter of sorrow,

The blind see,

And the deaf have heard,

I am sure you heard the story,

The man who made his teenage daughter pregnant,

And it is all fine,

I also heard this one,

Three men had a go at a nine months baby,

But still it didn’t shake us,

We are a jungle blue nation,

We take pride in poverty,

High rates of traffic Accidents,

Child trafficking

And sexual immorality

 

But who cares?

Where is Ngugi Wa Thiong’o

To write it down for us,

Where is Ken Walibora

Am sure he may make it better,

Or may we ask the lord to bring back,

Marjorie Oludhe,

Maybe we will see,

Or perhaps we could have borrowed,

Rugenda and Achebe,

But they too are gone

And so,

Who will save us/?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IF ONLY

If only I had wings,

To fly I would only have to spring,

The wonders of this world would see,

Move from up the mountains and down the sea.

 

If only I would swim,

Like fish with my fins in the stream,

Bellow the waters would dwell,

The beautiful current would smell,

 

If only I would write,

The novels not just plays would Wright,

The world with my work would touch,

The likes of Shakespeare would match.

 

If only I could paint,

With the stroke of my brush so beautiful and faint,

The beautiful pieces of Monalisa would draw,

And with brush each day would grow.

 

If only I would sing,

To the micro phone would cling,

To sing with the voice so deep and soft,

And the crowd inspires the lift

 

If only I could mould,

With clay from the river so cold,

Many shapes the work of my hand would make,

And the credit of the beauty would take.

 

In life we are all gifted,

By   them, we are all lifted,

Take it slow,

In time it will all show.

 

 

I WAS ONCE

 

I was once a little boy,

Sucking my tiny thumb,

With nothing to live for,

Other than the noise, the toys and the voice,

Of my father, cuddling me to sleep

 

But today a man with a beard,

And a dream,

With a wife and a life,

With the ups and downs

 

I was once a teenage boy,

With nothing to think of,

Other than the girls of my youth,

So beautiful,

They nourished my days,

 

But today a weary old man,

Though I keep the smile I know,

That those days are gone,

Never to come back

 

I was one a fetus in my mother’s womb,

Protected loved not exposed,

But today I will cry as I come to this world,

They say it’s the original sin

 

I was once a life,

Could walk, talk, breath,

I made mistakes and corrected them,

Did the bad and good

 

But today as I go down my grave,

I know these days will never come again,

As my friend and family weep,

They know it is the last of me,

But do they have anything to celebrate?

Anything of me to remember?

TAKES TWO TO TANGO

The dance goes like this,

The man comes with bliss,

And takes the lead,

Then the lady graciously follows with speed.

 

Then the shift and the drift,

And the lift,

The twists and turns,

The bends and runs.

 

In all these, it takes two,

The steps and the bodies glue,

Together they have to be,

Together they have to see

 

And such is in life, to strive,

So alive,

Together we have to hold,

We have to mould.

 

It takes two to kiss,

 Two to miss,

Two jaws to bite,

Two eyes for sight

 

We need two legs to walk,

And two hands for the clock,

Hack! There is good and evil,

Just as there is God and the devil

 

And so do I need your hand my love,

To hold into mine my little dove,

Your breath for mine to take,

As love we make.

 

Would you accept this ring?

That with my fidelity I bring

A yes would be the sound as sweet as the Bango!

And together, always together, as it takes two to tango.

 

 

 

 

TEARLESS CRY

 

All I have is my life,

Please don’t take it with the knife,

I know am not wanted,

But did I ask to be planted?

 

Mother what might be my sin?

That I should be thrown in that dirty bin,

Am I not a blessing from the creator?

Maybe to you, an intruding creature.

 

Mother, think and stay still,

I know it’s not your will to kill,

I am your flesh and blood,

Don’t get to the sinful flood

 

Mother, it doesn’t make you happy,

That doctor is also very clumsy,

Mother, all these make me cry,

And you might even die.

 

Is it that you have a heart of stone?

Mother, I deserve to be born,

You can never tell my fate,

My love might take away the hate.

 

I cry for the many, who don’t have a choice,

Those with no voice ,

As they face the unjust claws,

And ask for the laws.

 

 

WHO AM I?

Am I a lion the jungle king?

With pride each day towards my prey I spring,

 I roar with life like water from a spring,

Honor and pride to my kind I bring.

 

Am I an Eagle who sores so high?

Many I know think it’s a lie,

But most admire and some even try,

I don’t care even if they pry.

 

Am I   the kitten ever so playful?

I live life ever so graceful,

Aggressive and very tactful,

My friends the humans call me careful.

 

Am I the hare? I trick and learn,

Always wait for the right turn,

With my wits mine enemies burn,

And the world I do stern.

 

Am I the tortoise? As slow as the crescendo,

My principle “polepole ndio mwendo”,

I never care about other people’s innuendo,

They only speak with no vitendo.

 

Whoever I Am,

The best of me is yet to come,

For the beat of mine drum,

I will always remain so calm.