The subject of 4-giveness.

Instead of fine art,
I wish you’d have taught me the art of 4-giveness,
And in place of math,
Just seventy by seven

In science you’d have shown me the part of the brain
Where bad memories are dumped

And with their history buried,
Then I’d have no room
For its biology, for it isn’t a living thing

Maybe home science would have made me wash away the pain
And perhaps mend fences

And in CRE I would learn that we are 1 in Christ

For me and him have this chemistry,
We are bound by a covalent bond,

For it’s not about my physiques!

For I am crafted by his expert hand,
And I am more of a masterpiece of art,
Than Davinchi’s Mona Lisa! (Pause…) smile

You taught me that,
music alone shall live,
but,
he died for me,
so i have everlasting life,
and so i shall live,
for i have received,
his forgiveness.

CHILDHOOD MEMOIRS

Nolstagia.

the world was beautiful,

really beautiful.

the ground smelled so nice after it had rained,

and i wished i could eat the sweet smelling soil.

Darkness was welcomed with joy and gladness,

time to play hide and seek .

Sundays were just phenomenal,

Church,music then the incredible Ramayan.

And all of us would be like..’leo tunapika chapo

My flowered and net gorofa dress made me feel like a princess,

never mind it looked exactly like my two sisters’

True lies and Sinbad,the source of my wild imagination,

but mama did not let me watch Wild Rose and No one But You,

that was a program for grown ups ,she said,

but i did get a sneak view of Antonio’s hard chest,

otherwise known as a Six pack this days.

Joy bringers brought so much sorrow,it was so so boring,

hata afathali The album show,

Though my Mzalendo father preffered

Kiini macho and Sanaa Ya Kiswahili,

ati Kiswahili Kitukuzwe.

But soon after I outgrew all that and started reading the newspaper,

Young Nation was such a great read,

But soon,the Pop stop page would disappear,

and if you checked well amongst my exercise books,

next to my Kofa set,

you would find them,

the irregular cut outs pasted in my songbook.

I was becoming,

a teen.