The Impregnable Womb

The American dream is valid,

So is every man’s desire, right?

You savages know not the honor,

Nor the magical bliss there is

In the dingy dungeons of Sodom

You’ve prayed to your gods,

The Old and the new, and still

No spark on your flint yet

The handwriting’s on the wall

Global civilizations bemoan

Your dearth of understanding

You shall lie in your beds,

And sow your seeds

In the impregnable womb

For deviance is the new norm

Woe unto the renegades and their ilk

Joe’s taps will stretch in kind

Concomitant to their acquiescence

The branch that bears not

Shall be axed loose at once

And cast into the barrenness

Of aid and friendly ties

The Oracle Has Spoken

A man of repute hasn’t one,
But two sheathed stones

And nine birds in the bush

His household spans across

Lengths and breadths of villages

Fruits of his chauvinist loins  

Mark whole generations passed

And “he,’ like old Solomon,

Dines from a thousand bowls

Daughters of the land,

Adorn thyself, therefore

And dance to the tune

Of this insatiable ingrate

His thirst shall be quenched

By a thousand guards of milk

And you shall oblige his desires

Unreservedly, lest you offend

Against the oracle of our land

The Flying Hem

Oblige my craze,
For the flying hem
My pride is cast
In the span of my life,
And the passions I rouse
When I tread your streets
I turn your heads
And break your necks
As your prying eyes
Ogle at my diamonds
You stumble and grumble
At my distraction
And I smile to myself
Happy for the stir

My fortunes turned
In the land of "matoke"
And my fate was sealed
By an atrocious decree,
A generous banishment
For the misery I've caused
You are the cause, they say
Of the broken homes
And the heinous infections
You provoke our males
And spit on our morals
But I ask myself, how could I
A pretty little thing of fancy,
Cause so much havoc and distress?

The Fast

Everyone recalls their first,

Some with nostalgic feelings

Others with sheer loathing

We all swore to lose it in funny places

Some in the night ‘keshas’

Others during sermons on Sunday

Our past romantic escapades

With the clean ghost of fire

Purged our overwhelming desires

Robbed us our innocence

Left us naked before Him

And piety was restored

The Snake

I aroused at night,
Horrified and anguished
Like one who'd seen a ghost
I was hushed back to sleep
By the rhythmical pleasure
Of the soothing droplets
On the corrugated sheets
A dampness between my legs
In the wee hours of dawn
Jostled me from the ecstasy
Of the nightlong fantasy
There was a funny stiffness
Dangling in my groin

"Wake up—today's school"
I stirred and woke up
To set my eyes upon
The frame of my mother
Shaking my sack of bones
"Is it morning already?"
I lamented half asleep
Clinging onto my sheets,
The mystery underneath
Shouldn't see the eye of dawn
I thought to yourself—
They're my last line of defense

Suddenly, there's a hissing,
An already familiar dampness
Creeps up my feet,
And nestles in my groin
I smile to the knowledge
Of my indiscriminate act
Mother's already left
She's halfway across the yard
When my howl catches her ear
She runs back to me in time
To catch the glimpse of a snake
Cycled around my waist

In My Shadows

I met today, myself
On the wall of truths

An Old wretched soul 

Ruggedly odd, it was
A meeting of a kind
Yet all too familiar
Still with eyeball fists,

Hopeless strangers stood

Locked in furnace furry

In the whirl of the rusty mirror,
I beheld my frail frame
With the cynicism of a woman scorned
Our conversation was brief,
Yet a plethora of words
Darted off the obscure pane
To a mutual understanding
Defeated, I sank to the ground
Content with my new friend
It was the best conversation ever

Tame hawk

Excuse Romeo's folly
In a blissful moment of kisses,
Clouded by sensational sighs
Of Juliet's fiery talons
Meanwhile, she preys in the small ponds
While her wings grow unnoticed
Soon she'll soar high above the skies
Preying on fish in the large seas

Quelled by exorcism,
Enchantment fails and fades
Romeo awakes from slumber
Bereft his soul and heart
In the darkness beyond
Lurks the ghost of cupid
Cursed and tormented
Its scornful laugh
And the gawking eyes
Reek horror and death

Mother, I was Shy.

Once a year, on this very day
I religiously sent a text
When I should've called instead
To let you know what I felt inside
It was something so strong and profound
Yet deeply buried in my heart,
Concealed like a top secret
I never told you, yet I died inside
To let you in on this thing
How could I mother?

Mummy I love you so much
I only hope you knew,
Boys will always be boys
Proud. Stubborn. Unfeeling. Selfish.
Being alone has taught me though,
To love myself and those I care about.
A lesson I never got when you lived.
I've had my equal share of these,
Pain. Anguish. Sleepless nights.
A price for not saying this thing.

And all because I was shy to say.

Murder In The Second

A little puff, they say,
Of this trifoliate magic,
Will steady your nerves, and
A little sip of that stallion pee
Will steal your memories
I bid their will.

Still they urge,
knock her down
Teach her the lesson of her life—
A man is a lion in the Mara
I bid their will.

One puff of the ghostly fumes
And a sip of the devil pee
Stole my sense of reason and judgement
And I set the roof of my hut ablaze

You are the man now, they said
She will never forget this day
As long as she remains buried,
In the debris of burnt thatch
And collapsed walls—
And that is how I murdered it.