I hate how I can’t get you out of my mind
I hate how I think about you all the time
I hate it when you lie
I hate the way you change the subject
I hate the way I feel when I haven’t talked to you
I hate the way I can’t hide anything from you
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even a little bit, not at all.
***inspired by the movie ’10 things I hate about you’
© wamathai warugongo
When I see you I feel complete
When I spend time with you I feel content
When I talk to you I feel at peace
When you smile I feel a stirring in my heart
When I’m around you I feel like I’m in heaven
You warm my heart, you make me feel pure
It’s a pity that you will never know how I feel about you
© wamathai warugongo
I know that we have just met
But there is this thing about you
The way we sit on the floor and write poetry
The way we laugh while we make love
I know that we have just met
But I am always thinking about you
The way I want you and I know you want me too
The way we seem to fit so well together
I know that I have just met you
But this is just too good to be true
The way we…
Oh!!! Its just you!
© wacu mureithi
She is shy,
She hid under the covers after we slept together.
She is a freak,
We did it on the stairs, in the pool and in her office.
She is cold,
She had sex with two of my boys.
She is crazy,
She beat up another woman I was talking to.
She is complicated,
She won’t kiss me coz apparently it’s unhealthy.
She is obsessed,
She calls every hour to check on me.
She is possessive,
She doesn’t allow other women to talk to me.
She is caring,
She nursed me when I was sick.
She is nice,
She gets along with my friends.
She is forthright,
She asked if she could take me home.
© wamathai warugongo
Mummy’s not grown
Can’t manage on her own
But even ill-prepared
She still cared
Hush little baby, don’t you cry
Mummy’s gonna sing you a lullaby
Absorbed by fear
Sodden in ever salty tear
Made was the choice
Never to hear your voice
Hush little baby, don’t you cry
Your young life was not a lie
Gone from the womb
To the darkness of a tomb
Selfishly to spare strife and shame
Life will never be the same
Hush little baby, don’t you cry
Mummy’s never gonna let you truly die
To honour you, dedicated to you
Is dreams, hopes and changes too
Holding you dear, still writhing in pain
One fine day, we’ll meet again
Hush little bay, don’t you cry
Mummy’s gonna give you wings to fly
© adhiambo
After
heartache
countless-
regrets
insecurities
retarded-
obsession
wanting
needing
alcohol-
binging
her
heartbreak
him
rumours
calls
texts
letters
songs
cuddles
cigarettes
birth-
control
fights
blood
bruises
us
you
me
hate
tears
laughter
sweat
fears
lies
sex
love…
The loneliness kills me.
© wairema Mathenge
I deleted her number,
But I know it from memory.
I went out,
But I thought about her the whole time.
I tried to watch a movie,
But it reminded me of us.
I tried to listen to music,
But I gravitated towards what she likes.
I tried to sleep,
But I dreamt of her.
I had sex with someone else,
But I felt like I was cheating on her.
I’m trying to forget her,
But I can’t seem to get her out of my system.
© wamathai warugongo
When I talk to you,
I unwind, I relax
I go to a mental nirvana.
I momentarily forget about
All the stress and pressures I have
When I talk to you,
I become energized
My senses are heightened
Everything comes alive
When I talk to you,
I can’t concentrate on anything else
No matter how I try
You get my complete
And undivided attention, by default
When I talk to you,
Nothing else matters
No one else is important,
But you
When I haven’t talked to you
Something is missing
My day is not complete,
Until I talk to you.
© wamathai warugongo
He had been a writer for quite some time but the only people who knew about it were his brother and some of the women he had dated (he used to write poetry for them you see). In 2008 he posted one of his short stories as a note on facebook. The response was so overwhelming that he decided to continue sharing his work via that platform.
He did so until a campaign by some of his friends, who were envious of the attention that he was receiving, succeeded in having his facebook account deactivated. He did not take that event lightly and wanted to give up on sharing his work. He changed his mind after a chat with an established writer whom he met randomly at a friend’s birthday party. The writer who had seen some of his work encouraged him to continue and not to listen to his detractors. In his absence from facebook his fans created a group named, Where is *insert the accidental blogger’s name here*. He was very touched by that and whatever doubts he had about continuing sharing his work dissipated.
He started looking for another platform to post his work and in 2009 a friend suggested that he create a blog. He did so reasoning that he would be able to reach more people that way. He set up a group on facebook to help market his blog and it worked because his fan base grew and he started being recognized. His blog was featured first in a magazine and later, in a newspaper. He started posting work by other writers and his blog became more about writing and its promotion and less about him. In 2010 he came up with the idea of owning his domain so that he could advertise on his blog and use the revenue to train up and coming writers. It is still a work in progress but he is working hard to make it a reality. That is how the accidental blogger came to be.
© wamathai warugongo
