Friday, November 21, 2014

Kuoga ni tabu


Maji nitayateka
Karaini nitayaweka
Kabla mwilini kuyaweka
Naanza kutetemeka
Baridi inaniteka
Viguzibampu vinazukaa
Mguu niponye natoka
Chumbani najipata

Kula ni lazima
Kunywa ni lazima
Kuoga si lazima
Na kama ni lazima
wanipe pesa ndoo nzima
Eti niende oga ndoo nzima
Akili yangu Ni nzima
Siezi oga maji ndoo nzima

Kuoga sasa Ni tabu
Mpaka upige mahesabu
Ukijiogea bila hesabu
Baridi itakuadhibu
Nifanyeje kina babu
Naomba niipewe jibu

Sijawasikiani mababu
Mii nataka wasia
Kwani kuoga mi nasusia
Sitaoga hata na wasia
Asante kwa kutonipa jibu
Sasa nafurahia
Sitaoga bila aibu
Kwani kuoga Ni tabu
Mpaka nipige mahesabu

Thursday, November 20, 2014

She is gifted.

She was on stage that day singing a song.
Her voice.... what word should I describe her voice. I can't make a choice to find the perfect word to describe her voice.

It's hard, soo hard to describe her voice. Very hard indeed.

Then she started.
The song. The song made me feel a feeling deep. Wah!!!!  She sings.

One word I can say is that she is amazing.
Her name is Clara... I call her Whitney.

She is gifted.
Clara
Her voice!!!

Crushed by sense not in the mind.

The sense in my mind is so sensitive. It is so sensitive that I can't sense if I talk sense or nonsense. The sense I have can't even differentiate if am in pretence or am being realistic. The reality still stays that I can't tell whether am talking sense or nonsense.

Sometimes I wish I was olderer. Ask me why. I just don't wish to be younger. I look around and feel depressed. Pure intense. Nothing close to pretence. Older I wish I am because all around I see the difference between me and them.
Look at them, the people around.
I can't even walk about nor talk about anything that I feel.
I feel a feeling in me that is so complicated.

Why do I like them; the older. Yet am so young. My body looks big but the class am in suggests otherwise. Am not wise enough to sit down feel the feeling in me.

Killing me slowly like poison in thee food that I eat daily.
That's how the feeling feels.
It feels so intence.

That's how I feel about her. My crush has crushed my heart for she is older I am younger. Vision drawsy I can't see anything. I see myself with nothing in my mind but thee thought of her.
Her touch, is like when you get a soft touch from a baby. Her lips... wow so pink like the pink berry. I wonder how the taste I bet they taste better than chocolate. My wish is that I may taste them one day.
But they say wishes are not horses, and if wishes were horses then I would ride them.
I have wishes. My greatest wish being held by her in my arm and telling me that she loves me too.

I just wish but then the girl of my admiration is older I am younger. That makes the difference. The code says that a man should be older and a girl younger. I am limited to go beyond the road. My road of success would end the day she looks at my eye and say I love you too.

I am young and in love with a lady older than me.
Am just in love with the wrong person.