Daddy, caring father Hubby, loving husband Bro, always watching Son, dedicated in life and death Global citizen with a giving heart Pure soul. A rarity on this Earth Present every moment Loving and supporting. Steady soul. Strong like a pillar With tender warmth at the core Holding us through the storms. Earnest soul. You give…
Naked and wounded, here I lay sprawled across your bosom. Raw am I, stripped of layer after layer. Mere core remains. My vulnerable soul I offer up to you, Pachamama. It is all I have left. Naked and wounded, here I lay sprawled across your bosom. Death destruction pain heartbreak loss depression poverty murder Theft…
Hold me close ancient guardians Woman breathe Woman relax Woman love Ancient females lift me up Rise, woman Fierce woman Gentle woman The angry masculine energies of violence Are growing, overpowering The world is under siege Our souls are infested. Sweet tender Mother Earth Whom we have wrecked and wreaked havoc upon Dear forgiving mother…
Geometric patterns flash in neon colours Circling and changing Coming together to form A river The room is melting The people are melting I am melting My face They burp and fart and vomit Organic sounds in the lush jungle We float down the river As the shaman jollily sings The icaro song swirls around…
In the post “Am I Kenyan or Indian?”, I described my identity search as a Kenyan of Indian heritage. In “Brown Privilege” I looked at the interactions between brown and black Kenyans, and how the fault for a lack of integration and harmony lies on both sides. Here’s another take on the identity crisis faced…
Seasons of friends Sweet their entrance Sorrowful their departure Alien the reunion. Distance can mean Growing separately Growing apart Incompatibly. A friendship once so ideal Treasured in memory Sours upon meeting A newly broken jewel I shed a longing tear Whisper an ode to lost joy Steel myself again And take a step onward.