The Kenyan Coin
I took this photo today at sunset,
At worm’s eye view,
A coin that many Kenyans toil to get,
And work hard to multiply.
I took this photo today at sunset,
At worm’s eye view,
A coin that many Kenyans toil to get,
And work hard to multiply.
By false reflection, the eyes flicker,
Still as the day ends, my hopes ticker,
By bestial acts, jibes, scoffs and taunts,
With new charisma my ardour flaunts.
I own my world, I am my own master!
Looking at the world through the eyes of a little boy,
I walk through twisted paths of imagination;
Switch power on and walk to Farm Town
With 20 coins; I plowed by field yesterday
With 500 coins; I planted eight fields of potatoes
Tawi Nyang'aya
I am moving from blushes and pastels to streaks and bold detail,
Out with the water colors, in with the oil.
Good bye Technicolor and Hallo 3D, HD and other alpha numeric visual delights.
© Mutua Matheka
Hay brown insignia of summer in savannah
On a prided sunny warm day a bath
Beneath the white curtains of Victoria Falls
Relaxing bath
One of the world’s seven wonders our pride
01 Jun 1963, Nairobi, Kenya --- 6/1/1963-Nairobi, Kenya- Waving his "wisk" the newly-elected Premier of Kenya, Jomo Kenyatta, (R, foreground), greeted throngs of cheering citizens as he rode through the streets of Nairobi. Accompanying Kenyatta are Tom Mboya, (L), Minister of Justice and Constitutional Affairs; A. Oginga Odinga, Minister for Home Affairs; and James S. Gichuru, Minister for Finance. The motorcade was part of the National Holiday celebrations which marked the start of internal self-government for the African nation. --- Image by © Bettmann/CORBIS
The masses were dazzled
The illumination too much to bear
And the scarlet haze on the sun was gone
In washed a clear tide as the bloodied one ebbed away
A lazy wind trudged by, heavily laden with child
A child named Future.
If I could pow wow now with Kenya Power
as to why they won’t let loose the juice
I would say to Kenya Power
Kapow! How does that feel now?
With one punch, I’d put out their lights
come away with me
let us run away
to a place so far
from all we know and see
come away with me
we’ll sail across the sea
to a magic island
forever we can be
I have one of those days,
Those days where what I feel,
Compared to what I want to feel,
Refuse to be comparable,
Remain separate, different,
Yet still my feelings,
That I want to feel happy & perky,
But the opposite manifests its ugly self.
She was worried
She was always worried about her headscarf
You see it was a special one
She would touch her head just to see if it was still there
She was always afraid that the wind would come and snatch her beautiful headpiece from her
Once a bus door tried to grab it, the passengers never forgot her passionate appeals to release it
