The Sun Will Rise

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Posted on 11th May 2012 by baru in muse |pain |writing

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I have found myself obsessed with the sun of late, bear with me.

I know it’s dusk

But the sun will rise,

 

I heard you fear the dark

But the sun will rise,

 

They say death and evil roams the earth

when the sun is down and the sky is black

But the sun will rise,

 

An Owl’s hoot

A howl in the night

But take heart, the sun will rise

 

To the pauper in the gutter

The sun will rise

 

To the mourning mother

The sun will rise

 

Wilted flower

The sun will rise

 

Broken heart

The sun will rise

 

Lonely brother

The sun will rise

 

Jilted lover

The sun will rise

 

Teased little boy, abused little girl

The sun will rise

 

Student cramming at midnight

Hooker standing under a streetlight

Under paid worker

Orphan

Bonoko

You

Me!

The sun will rise tomorrow,

Are you prepared to meet it?

 

© Baru

Come Home

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Posted on 3rd May 2012 by baru in Africa

You belong to Africa

Come home and dig up bones

homo habillis and homoerectus

those who came before you

Your hands have become soft

Take a hoe

Put some blisters on them

Till till you smell sweet ferment in your sweat

Sweet like the ripe amarula

Not the oils you dab on your skin

Come home

Does your nose not miss twitching in the dust

Come home

Son

©Baru 2012

 

Leila by Michael Onsando

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Posted on 17th April 2012 by baru in tweeps

Devoured by darkness around you,

Hidden by shadows, your smile,

Sorrows, they tower around you,

So you forget about life for a while.

 

You let go of your pain, your anguish,

Let go your ambitions, your dreams,

So you wallow in mediocrity and languish,

And life falls apart at the seams,

 

You watch as your shadows grow larger,

Stand by as your demons expand,

In your own life, you’re a stranger,

Desperate, you decide to take a stand.

 

The battle is bloody, one sided,

The shadows fight dirty and hard,

Drowning in depression and blinded,

Reality and dreams seem blurred

 

Spurred by the shadow resistance,

The flaw in God’s perfect plan,

A speck in your perfect existence,

With a gun, you put out the sun.

 

© Michael Onsando 2012

Courting on Sunny Savannah

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Posted on 28th March 2012 by baru in writing

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courting on sunny savannah

beneath chirping weaver and quelea

beneath a blanket of white fluff on blue sea

in the warm breeze that dried the already caked earth;

the mere proximity of you heating me into a boiling cauldron

on the brown expanse,

a golden magical carpet of tall dry grass

whose prickly leaves  tickled you beneath your skirt

making you blush and squirm

there where our feet raised the dust which was picked up by playful whirl winds

winds that we chased like dreams to our delight

 

Courting we were on the sunny savannah

as the cattle Grazed and ox peckers pecked

Safari ants marched to the drum beats of our hearts and weaver birds wove

Till the sky turned dark and the locusts came

And I mistook them for whirl winds

mistook them for the little tornadoes that we had so many times chased

Together

Happily

With our arms around them like fences

Owning, restricting,

excluding the world

This is my wind

Our wind

 

That day as I courted you on the savannah

I sought your arms

That we arrest this wind

and you were not there

ten fingers were missing from my hold

And the locusts overrun our beautiful playground and the sky

that sunny day on grassy savannah,

You,

Somehow managed to put out the sun

 

© Baru

 

My sun

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Posted on 19th March 2012 by baru in emotions |future nursery rhymes

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You dear,
Tiny human four foot three, demure
Ten fingers and two feet
In your little human way
Managed to put out the sun

© Baru 2012

A Poem About The Rain

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Posted on 15th March 2012 by baru in blogging |WOW poems

http://kimaniwaweru.wordpress.com/2012/03/15/poem-about-the-rain/

Follow the above link to @Dwanzi_’s poem

Poem About The Rain

a simple and beautiful piece he performed at Wamathai March edition last weekend. Enjoy.

EAT WHILE ALIVE

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Posted on 15th March 2012 by pat in DMP |just a thought

 

He wolfs his food down

Fingers rolling balls rapidly

Just for the thumb to mutilate

Pressed deep and hard on the ugali

The void plugged with kales,

Injustice

A glint in his eyes

Vivid as he exhales

Disfigured ball with kales

Further assaulted and abused,

Browning molars

He gulps down his water

Gaze on the bowl unaverted

The hunger within unaltered

Burp! Less air more ugali there

Man has to survive

The glint obviously betraying him

Man wills to be alive

He fingers his last ball

Sweeps the bowl unflawed

White ball now murky green

Kale bowl turned clean

Burp! He eyes the sachet

Yawn! The rat-a-tat ,

Maybe another day

 

copyright 2012 Patrick Maina

 

 

Rendezvous Beneath a Fig Tree

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Posted on 21st February 2012 by baru in Africa |dating |emotions |WOW poems


Meet me beneath the leafless fig
Where the chirping birds drown down our parent’s disapproval
And the sweet aroma of ripe fruit
Will cover the stench of what we are doing
Meet me at dusk
When your feet are caked with dust
From driving cattle to the river
Your torso musky with sweat
from fetching water for dinner
Meet me before you take a bath
Dressed in your work clothes
That the neighbors do not suspect
And sell their jealous tongues to the village
Meet me at sunset my dear
When the children are tired of playing in the grass
Right after bolting the chicken coop
When world silent and bleak
That you may hear the crickets sing to us
And see the stars gleam from the sky
Meet me in the evening Wangui
After the farm is tilled
The cows milked
The food cooked
And only warm ashes smolder in the grate
Meet me like I meet you
With my guard down and my hopes up
With the promise of a warm hug on this cold night
And a trembling hand ready to be held
Meet me because you must

I’ll be waiting

© Baru 2012

A prayer on the Street

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Posted on 24th January 2012 by baru in emotions |family

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Bridge over troubled waters
Ebb to this raging sea
Sail who blows me forward
Wind please drive my sail
Air blowing to magical wind
Air let me breath
Calm to my pounding temples
Sanity to my waning senses
Strength to my failing flesh
Sight to my drying eyes
Music to my itchy ears
…Let me hear
Reprieve from my lack
Scented balm on my open wounds
Fluffy cushions beneath this creaking back
Clothes to match the weather
Cold popsicles in sunny December
Yolk in my egg
Some stride in my step
Crown on my head
That my amnesia remembers
Remembers who you are
My hero when I call
The peace in my heart
Fill the need in my heart
Be the need in my heart
Amen!

©Baru 2012

The Why I am Single Series: Body Like Adonis

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Posted on 13th January 2012 by baru in dating |emotions |relationships

Dry flaky scalp

Dry scaly lips

Big blocked nose

Big node on my throat

 

Teenie tiny torso

Nipples like peaks in a jungle of hair

Sweltering armpits two smouldering volcanoes

Funnelling out to bare humerous phalanges

 

Scarred heart

Mended together too many times

Weak lungs that pant more than breath

23 inches on the waist

 

Knobby knocking knees

That ache when I cannot stand people

No calves; the Almighty thought them unbecoming

And on all this a mink of human hair

 

These dear, are parts of my body that you might as well make yours

©Baru 2011

 

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