KASAZILE

Beyond Constriction (In a town with tall erected buildings; busy streets, congested roaring engines, all-type people trickling up and down the streets, each minding own business apart from kamageras who'd grab people they make eye contact with asking them to board their nganyas by force. Opposite Old Tuskys Mall, there stands a restaurant decorated with chicken chips offer adverts. Inside; room UO17, on a bed, sat Omollo in his late 30s; well built man, dressed formally and his face covered with well-done blackish beards. He had just arrived and was unpacking his suitcase. He neatly set clothes aside and reaches a pistol and loads it with a bullet.) Omollo: I can't hold it anymore. (Holds the pistol to his throat and pulls the trigger, he nearly blows his throat). Knock! Knock! Knock! (Door knocks). (Hides the pistol under the clothes and gets the door). Ms Kamau: Here are your bathroom attires. (Enters and places them carefully on a stool close to a bathroom door). I'm a...

On a cussion in a dark lighting Sits me sipping tea reminiscing Us collecting golds in garbage bins Joyously feeding on richman's droppings Flashbacks walking up an' down my face One stared at me  and said She came home drank with a red face Cut my bro' and hospitaled him for a first aid Her cooking uncookable stolen sweet bananas Exchanging provision with different cucumbers Demonstrating immeasurable true adoration And love bonded her kids in bad good situation' My small heart is  big enough To fix you in completely  Daughter of my grandpa Willy Take mine heart. I can do without!

It's me time  Surprised with laces for Christmas 🎄 In life had a box for boxing day New year started, walked miles in his shoes "Be you." I be he. It's he time Mangoes showing off what they got Plams conversing with peaches Passions passioning person's passion Too much juice, It's a fruitful year Drawning in the word; it says Turn from evil; do good I'm Potter you're potter's piece "Be mine." I be his. Its his time. Reforming endorsing doses Quitting else buying elses Letting go off, opening doors for News, growing, growing, growing Acting God breathing life into a balloon  Thorny walkways saving saving saving Back to my colourful tie on my suit "Be you." I be me. Its me time!

  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