KASAZILE

  Twa Twa Twa She ran a fruitful bar Conversed with cash Entangled a new man with cash Got drunk scened in her bar Iphones took pictures Video leaked Twitter trended #Twatwatwa She made her' manager He managed her Impressed, gained trust Stole cash and ran with car World is small Was spotted in a mall Operating a new shop She traced his stop' Purchased a gun and sleeping pills Paid waitress contaminated his dish Marked his head where she'd shoot And carried him dead-like in car boot Waking tight-tied by the tree In front, cute girl loading gun Missed first two shots Gunshots attracted attention Twa twa twa till bullets ran out Dead with 3 coppers in his head His blood screamed for help Eyes crowded turning to journalists Iphones took pictures  Video leaked Twitter trended  #Twatwatwa

  Their conversation didnt seem to fade. Their faces were cool. As they conversed, it was uncovered that Grace came from a humble family in the rurals of Kisii town. Her dad was a farmer who ran a greenhouse at their small plot. He was currently harvesting tomatoes. Her mother was alcoholic and she had left her baba Grace for another man. Grace met her once once only when she went to the  village bars in her search. Kairetu told almost everything about her including about Sarunis consistencious proposalsand how often she turned them down. Sometimes i wonder why some ladies turn blind and deaf on the good stuff and opt for bad stuffs just because they are eye pleasing, its okay though, everyone is entitled to have what he/she likes as long as they can rightly afford it. The day grew darker. Grace had bunches of bananas and tomatoes, she asked Kairetu to prepare some as she went out to buy something else. Kairetu was almost done when Grace entered with a paperbag. She emptied it...

  Legends do Die  Say hi to your angel wife Make her take on board tha' Like so do you  She's cramped in our blood pumps Though our parents are now orphans He joined his wife, in the dead's Coupling the dead-world Camouflaging with ancestors Now our parents don't have parents It's a celebration thou' 100 graceful maneuvers The man whom's my genes originated Thank you for fathering my mother It is painful that you're now dead😢 It hurts much picturing never seeing you😭 Maybe his angel wife found heaven lonesome and requested throne king for him and sent death-angel for him Transition is everyone's destiny 💔 although it welcomed itself to us unannounced without allowing us at least last live-goodbye😢 If he was an artist his art would live L egends do die; literature lives 

  BROKEN IMAGE Broken mirror couldn't mirror his broken image 20 Years confined in a companion confinement After long-treasured heart-wholy commitment Surprised his innocence with irreflectable brokenness Unpained with irreversible reversibility  Unbelievable, 20 years spent in custody of irony Letters playing with memories like they do on boards Triggering precious moments they'd bond Cant I run away from this memory Like pushing building's wall with your back With strength that can tell it can move He tried it on flashback; it kept creep-drawing back Refusing to buy she was innocent and she could prove

Paul Wanjiku  Beautiful City Of Chaos  Outstanding structures and beautiful buildings Trees can tell the city is in cool cleanings Crowded bars, hooting queued cars City of experienced thievery arts Poor innocents rot in jails Guilty rich get free with bails Bribe take legalize illegal illegalities And unkind kinds of more mob injustices City run by robbers, killers, public money thiefers Unqualified connected high-office workers Uplifted living standards, servants sobs City of intelectuals with jobless jobs Beautiful chaotic city of goons Standers for truth eat guns by moons Hungry hyenas, pasted smiles on red  faces Guilty-proved life-takers escape jail with self-defenses

  Part 3 There was this young maasai man who had eyed Kairetu during lectures and had asked her out severally, his name was Saruni Lemaiyan but comrades nicknamed him Ole Maasai. Kairetu accepted several dates and they went out. Although she accepted the dates, she constantly turned  down his consistent proposals for a couple relationship. She could only take him as a comrade and as a friend and she'd excuse herself with books. She claimed that she was still a student and that she wanted to concentrate more on her career. Despite all, Saruni wanted to settle down and start a family and because he loved her genuinely, he agreed to wait until she graduated. Saruni was born in village called Oloosurutia, in Kajiado county. His mother was a Luhya and his father was a Maasai. His parents started a business of selling Maasai made artifacts at kenyatta market in central Nairobi. For easier access to the market and for fluency of their business, they moved to Dagoretti, in a town call...

Part 1 (Holding Still) You should have left me your picture on the wall You should have left me the smell of your cologne  You should have left me your footsteps on the floor You should have left me your image in the kioo. Before you leave,  i know you know I'll miss you  Before you leave, let my hands talk to the body of you Before you leave, hold me good and give me a kiss Before you leave, let's undress and play with blankets  Mistakes were meant to be there I can't imagine another tree entering there If you leave my bros will laugh me out loud  Even if it means d, be it, as long as you stick around Before you leave, you should left me  Your doll I'd cuddle with before I sleep.  Before you leave, you should have left me Your picture I'd be looking at before I sleep