KASAZILE

The Carrying Cross Every he for himself. Alone And she for herself and the community You're a man. They say, drag your cross along.  But he has no back not even his own community Waithera is a good girl she'll take the front seat Kamau is a man he'll manage the back-bench Gets knocked if she comes back after the sun sit Nobody bothers when he comes back drank dead late Took to boarding school, boys for boys, girls for girls Anxiety of broke modelled their wanting pool for snacks Paid with backs; tongues aroused affects for their mates And graduated together with proud gay' certificates. Blood-line can't even buy nor submit to the blame No stretched hands to help him carry the garbage  At least she. Can naturally get keep ups He can't, don't. Carries on with own cross Through the human rights-less city of dead gods De humanised smell viciously kicked his last breathe  At the end of his interment they plant a cross A small cross, tinnier than the cross that ki...

The Unrighteous Church of God Its beautiful! But from outside They enter as they say Once I sit on that seat Cast me in I'll do you good He was a faithful servant of God Elongated his hand and rescued people Committed his living for the lord Served many and led many to God Buys Bishop tea with a fattened offering Bribing his way in through the lord He's a faithful man of God vote him in Bishop's say follows the sheep of the lord But Jesus was not a politician! They decorate darkness with light The man of God said its okay Men dating men on the land of the lord  He was casted for his transparent morals Can't change the system, it buys good morals He went in a good man, adopted change And came out as bad as he could can Pillars mourn for the wrath that'd befall The church its ways if it fail to recall Priests eating goats sheep eating nothing they got But expectations of maize bags full of dead hopes Raila  Odinga with Akorino Church 26 March 2023

  SCENE 1 (Karanja Wairimu accompanied by a police officer walks inside the restaurant, rings a bell at the reception desk. After few minutes, Ms. Kamau walks in). Officer: We are in pursuit of a debtor on the run. The last time his phone was on, GPS pointed on this restaurant.  Karanja: His name is Omollo Binairo. Ms. Kamau: (Flips a book, scans through, pauses) Sorry for that. Seems like Omollo Binairo checked out minutes ago. Karanja: Is he coming back? Receptionist:  I don't know but you can check back. Officer:  Alright. You can call this number, (gives her a card) that is if you see him. Ms. Kamau: Alright, will look into that. Karanja: Well, thank you. (Officer and Kamau walk out speaking without being heard, as they disappear in the streets, Ms. Kamau looks disturbed, stands a little as if she's thinking of something, she then dials the cellphone on the reception desk, while holding the cell to her ear, Omollo walks in. She hangs up and places it back to it...

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