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    aside 24 Feb

    Ode of Tears

    It seems that no matter how
    hard I tried not to hurt you,
    I hurt you all the more.
    Every tear you shed for me,
    Broke me in two,
    For I could not stand to see your tears;
    An incessant reminder of what I’d done.
    You may have said your goodbyes,
    But as for me,
    I know this is not the end.

    We never promised each other much,
    You and I,
    But the little we did, I broke;
    And this is killing me inside,
    Slowly gnawing at my conscience; at me.
    I have become one with my guilt;
    It in me, and I in it.
    My reflection betrays me,
    All I see is you staring back at me;
    The same sparkling eyes I loved,
    Stained by tears of hurt and pain;
    The same smile I loved;
    Twisted and contorted, as you battled within;
    The same sensual lips I tasted,
    Now salty and bitter in remorse;
    The same you i loved,
    Yet hurt so bad.

    In this life I have made mistakes,
    I am only human anyway;
    But this; this I cannot explain.
    I do not know even where to begin.
    To make you cry, to cause you that much pain;
    I cannot forgive myself.
    Your gift to me,
    Was more than just love.
    More than just friendship,
    More than just about you,
    Or more than just about me,
    But rather of us both
    And what we shared,
    And I let it all go.

    The road ahead is vague and unsure,
    I revel in my yesterday,
    In my memories of long ago,
    In times I spent with you;
    And of the heartache I had caused.
    And it saddens me all the more,
    That you’ll never know of how I really I feel,
    As the courage to tell you this fails me,
    And so I write this ode of tears in my heart;
    Hoping that someday,
    It will find its way to you.

    © Brian Kamara 2009

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    aside 24 Feb

    Diversity


    They

    judge me coz of my religion

    discriminate me coz of my race

    hate me coz of my tribe

    laugh at my beliefs

    But

    Their venom does not bother me

    Their negativity does not affect me

    I will not allow them to bring me down

    I embrace my diversity because it makes me unique

    © james wamathai 2010

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    aside 23 Feb

    Flames and Fire

    Like a princess under a spell I go to bed,
    Falling in a deep sleep
    I dream of you.
    Maybe its coz I wear lingerie to remind me
    Of what I’m missing
    And the thought of how you’ll go crazy
    When you see me in it or imagine it.

    That red lingerie that touches my nipples, caressing them gently,
    the ends playing games with my thighs or is it my rounded belly.
    Or maybe it’s the panties that hide my secret place,
    A place where only you are allowed in,
    Where your fingers (or is it your tongue)
    Will unlock the closed gates of me.
    Turn my insides into hot melting lava of heat and honey,
    Honey meant just for you.
    And that will open the valley wide open
    that the soldier may go in,
    The lone ranger riding to the rescue of his damsel in distress.

    She only needs his kiss to wake up the dragons
    that live inside her and the fire that’s simmering almost grown cold,
    only his touch can fan the flames and turn the dormant into active.
    Cause the heat to rise and the body to burst into flame and lava.
    Alas the princess awakes to find that the pleasure she felt was all a dream
    even though she could swear that it all came true.
    Deep inside there’s a throb and heat that’s just waiting
    For his touch to fan into flames and explode.
    Come take my hand my love,
    Take me to your bed and unleash the dragons inside me.
    Come taste my desire, hot, spicy and sweet.

    © Sexy “vixen” mamojama (Not her real name)

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    aside 23 Feb

    Why i do it

    I call you during the day
    To see how your day is
    To tell you that i miss you
    To wish you a good day

    I don’t call you
    To add on to your stress
    To be a thorn in your side
    To ruin your day!

    I play dress up for you
    To get yout attention
    To look beautiful for you
    To be worthy of you

    I don’t play dress up
    To flirt with your “boys”
    To get noticed by men
    To tear your world apart

    I kiss and hug you
    To show you i care
    To brighten up your day
    To show you my affection

    I don’t kiss and hug you
    To show you spite
    To darken your day
    To smother you

    I whisper sweet nothings
    To please your mind
    To tease your heart
    To express my feelings

    I don’t whisper sweet nothings
    To agitate your mood
    To tourment your mind
    To try your level of patiece

    I show up unexpectedly
    To suprise you
    To pamper you
    To see your sweet face

    I don’t show up unexpectedly
    To test your love
    To drive you crazy
    To humiliate you

    I suprise you with treats
    To show you my love
    To show you tolerance
    To show you my embrace

    I don’t suprise you
    To make yuo angry with me
    To make you feel irritated
    To see your hatred…

    © bridget mutua

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    aside 22 Feb

    Seedling now grown

    Grain,planted in her warm Womb,
    Pain,On her Maternal being,2 bring you home,
    Strain,she did,to provide comfort,with her able hands,

    Swell,the baby in her womb was You,
    Well,YOU got into this world thanks to her,
    Sell,You should not,the love YOU feel for her.

    Guess,This life with her You were meant to spend,
    Yes,with her unending,unfailing love,
    Bless,YOUR Dear mother,for her care n’ concern,
    Caress,her n Re-assure her of my love,For its TRUE,
    Scents,Sweet Fragnance to YOUR soul,ooh,sweet mother,
    Fresh,is your Love,say YOU.

    Love HER,YOUR Beautiful mother,
    SHE’s Worth far more than Rubies..
    SHE lacks nothing of Value,
    She’s laik a Merchant Ship,bringing goodies from a far,
    Praise Her,ForShe sarpass them all…
    She brought you Forth..Thank Her…
    Mostly now..For its On this day..years ago,She Gave BIRTH..
    To YOU..

    ***for Wamathai

    © judith paje 2010

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    aside 22 Feb

    Happy Birthday

    As the birds chirped,
    The new dawn set in
    And a life was brought forth
    The ones who saw it
    Celebrated,danced and ululated

    That was many moons ago
    And time really flies
    Faster than anything that exists
    Ohh! what a time

    Today, you’ve grown
    Become an inspiration
    A vivid model
    And a shoulder to lean on
    To so many
    Both existing
    And yet to come

    Happy birthday
    As you leap into another period
    In your life!

    ***for Wamathai

    © mburu kamau 2010

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    aside 21 Feb

    A letter to Daddy

    You took her hand in yours,
    locked her eyes with yours
    met her lips with yours
    Exchanged her fluid with yours

    You whispered in her ears
    that she was the only amongst her peers
    whisked away all of her fears
    and made love,so cheers!

    days go by and her belly grows bigger
    I sense panic as i grow bigger,
    Now I see fear as my eyes grow wider
    I hear something as my ears grow larger

    Dad am coming to this world
    and I want you to be there to mould
    Oh!please give me your word:
    That mum will never think that you are a coward!

    © hope dominique

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    aside 20 Feb

    Illuminata (Ill-Looms-Innate…………Not!)

    Elude
    Escape me…gone
    Impetus more strong
    Chase into the unknown
    Lost in limbo
    The darkness engulfs me
    Chokes me
    “MUST…..GET….OUT……….”
    Gasp
    Reach for the air
    Grasp
    Desire makes me moan!
    Groan!
    Leaves me alone…
    Lust masks me
    Thick “incandescence”
    “I see it…NOT!”
    Desolate abyss
    You hold nothing for me
    But the darkness, grown comforting
    No! Not darkness, lack of incandescence
    My past illuminated
    Path desecrated
    Stumble into the pit
    Black=lack of light in it
    Close my eyes
    Imagination; life is your creation
    Barbie seems happy….
    Cascading sand castles
    Diminishing sands of time
    The loss distracts me
    The darkness engulfs me
    Chokes me
    “MUST…..GET….OUT……….”
    The enchanted
    I fall flat on the face of reality
    And the realm of what is says to me:
    “Precious silver
    Precious gold
    Precious mercury
    Story untold
    What you see is what you get
    But child, do not fret
    You see nothing, nothing be
    Because thine eyes are closed to thee
    Incandescence, rainbow, dew
    All in due time shall come to you
    Child in darkness, see the light
    Illuminata, OPEN YOUR EYES!!!!”

    © ruman kuria

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    aside 19 Feb

    I am the one

    I am the one you’ve been dreaming about,
    Looking for. But at some level
    I am the one your mother warned you about

    I am the one who will love you conditionally,
    Treat you like a lady
    I am the one who will be there for you
    I am the one who will make sweet, passionate love to you

    I am the one who will hurt you the most
    I am the one who will manipulate you to his benefit
    I am the one who will sleep with other women behind your back
    I am the one you should stay away from but can’t live without

    © wamathai warugongo

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    aside 19 Feb

    Am i?

    Am I
    The one whom you miss when you lonely?
    Am I
    The one you feel secure with when I am near?
    Am I
    The one you think about time and again?
    Am I
    The one who makes your heart soar?
    Am I
    The one you wish I would make you happy?
    Am I
    The one whose physique drives you crazy?
    Am I
    The one whom you want to spent the rest of your life with?
    Am I
    The woman of your dreams?

    © Saru Mkamboi Mwakale.

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