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The Woman of my Heart.

The woman my heart loves
is just one in a million
a rib that came from my rib
a flesh that came from my flesh
though she knows I love her
she never heard me say so


The woman my heart loves
is just not like other women
she is a queen of her own kind
the reason I love her this much
though other women adore me
my heart is always with her


The woman my heart loves
does not have a fixed dress cord
some days she wears long dresses
that makes her look a queen
some days she wears mini-dresses
that make me lust to have her 


The woman my heart loves
is African but not African
though men prefer merino sheep
she is a mare for my own chariot
and whenever we seat close together
she really drives me crazy


The woman my heart loves
is a lily floating on fresh water
though fish will fight for her
I hope am the one to have her
and whenever my nights turn cold
she be there to give me warmth.
lady africa
———Stephen M. Mutuku———
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Amaranthine Mystery.

 

I know you see it in my eyes
and feel it when you sit close to me
but I can't open my mouth to say it
I fear I will get another heartbreak
like what happened before I met you


Like what happened before I met YOU
I fear I will get another heartbreak
but I can't open my mouth to say it
I know you see it in my eyes
and feel it when you sit close to me



My heart burns with desire
that I confess my love for you
but I can't open my mouth to say it
I fear I will get another heartbreak
it pains because i can't tell you


it pains because I can't tell you
I fear I will get another heartbreak
but I can't open my mouth to say it
that I confess my love for you
and my heart burns with desire


my lips are waiting for your kiss
so I can start that romantic chat
but I can't open my mouth to say it
I fear I will get another heartbreak
and my heart burns with desire


and my heart burns with desire
but I can't open my mouth to say it
I fear I will get another heartbreak
my lips are waiting for your kiss
so I can start that romantic chat


I know you see it in my eyes
but I can't open my mouth to say it
my heart aches to win your love
I fear I will get another heart break
so I can start that romantic chat
my lips are waiting for your kiss.
Broken-heart 
 
———Stephen M. Mutuku———
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Scarecrow Song

Standing in the open field

Swaying away in the wind

Come rain, come shine

No shade to hide my head

No one to scare my loneliness

But they say I should scare

Birds

Monkeys

porcupines

Away from their valuable farm lands

Yet they care not of my well being

“Hey there dear farmer!”

“Can’t you see am torn?”

“Tattered and useless?”

“Birds perch on me”

“Squirrels have become my friends”

“They hide under me for shelter”

“And damage crops under my watch”

“Why don’t you do something?”

“To avoid the loses you get”

Scarecrow sings scarecrow songs.

scarecrow.jpg

———Stephen M. Mutuku———

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Puissant

as i read those lines,
i could feel the pain.
the pain of having a dictator
who thinks he is a god
who thinks he is immortal
who thinks he is standing
give him this advice
and mince each of my words
tell yee not to be proud
his power is not an heavenly realm
when death knocks at your door
negotiation becomes history
and you are swept in a cloud of darkness
that soars without abating
what we call eternal darkness
is death and her puissant powers.

Bruce-tout-puissant-2

———Stephen M. Mutuku———

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A Sting of Enchantment

Ahem!

Stir this pot my dear children

And taste a drop of my wisdom

Shake this gourd with a firm hand

Before I serve you my wisdom

If you hear voices in the graveyard

Don’t think of noisy madmen

It is a meeting of the spirits

 

 

Hear my words ooh my son

For they shall light your life

If a woman dances naked before a man

she is expecting to get the yam

Though young men may dig a grave

They can never uproot the pumpkin

 

 

Ooh my dangling daughter

Beautiful than daughters of zion

Come and taste my wisdom

Few words were for your brother

For you is a mountain of sharp bones

Bear this sting of enchantment

For it shall beautify your soul

If you can’t stand the sting of a bee

You aren’t worth a drop of its honey

 

 

Be careful when tresspassing

Lest a midnight snake strikes your womanhood

And gives you incurable bruises

Even a spray of its venom

Can permanently scar your face

Nothing is sweeter than marriage

But only when time is ripe.

sting

———Stephen M. Mutuku———

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Someday

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Someday

I will graduate

And be free from academic papers

But I shall remain a student

The tallest one in the class

And I shall do the talking

While the rest do the writing

 

Someday

I will be weathy

And be free from employment

But I shall remain a worker

Working to fulfill my dream

King Stefan Foundation Kenya shall come to be

The light of suffering and destitute children

Orphans will be fathered

Chokoras will know a place

And with pride call it home

 

 

Someday

I will sweep the streets of Nairobi

And free them from child beggars

With any brand of disability

But King Stefan Group of Schools

Shall give them new abilities

And King Stefan Group of Companies

Shall give them opportunities

They shall no more do begging

For they shall be working

 

 

Someday

There will be no tomorrow for me

And my carcass shall be put to rest

In the safety of my ancestors

Though tears will overflow

I will have left a legacy

And lived up my dream.

me

———Stephen M. Mutuku———

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Water

I flow

Am flowing

Caring not of the stream’s shape

Swirling

Swashing

Splashing

Meandering

Whenever I reach a fall

I shout

“Do you need me?”

Of course you should

Open your gate and I will enter

“What! You don’t need me?”

“Look where I just passed”

See! Lilies thrive in me

Fish live in me

Isn’t that river valley beautiful?

Can’t you feel the scent of those roses?

Don’t you admire those henna blossoms?

I made them.

“Here! Have a sip.”

Am i sour?

I am sweet!

Yet you need not me?

I will flow

Flow in the big river

Down to the seas

Because you rejected me!

Yes! I will flow

Away with your life!

I am water

And I am life!

Fourteen-Falls-The-falls

 ———Stephen M. Mutuku———

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The Barren Land


this land was fertile

this land was productive

this land was a plantation

yes, a banana plantation

yes, a coffee plantation

yes, a forest plantation

but weeds flooded in

weeds set it on fire

weeds choked trees

weeds cleared bananas

weeds burned the coffee

weeds assassinated the land

till trees held a meeting

and chose their delegates

to drive out the weeds

but the weeds fought back

weeds resisted the agrochems

and bombed the soil

distorting its fertility

and the land is still barren!

 

———Stephen M. Mutuku———

My Mami Wata Was Broke

I saw her off my room

escorted her to the crossroads

where she took the unbeaten path

not a foot had been set in it

it led to the unknown

and she trod on it

and with her went my heart

and my riches followed her too

leaving me in this barren land

hollow, lonely and broke

a stone in the depths of my chest

and I couldn’t fall in love

though I wanted to

madly

i returned to the crossroads

and took the unbeaten path

hoping to get back my heart

but the evil forest swallowed me

swiftly sending me to my grave

for spirits live with spirits

and spirits dine with spirits

and reunited with my mami wata

but she was a goddess of poverty

that is why i died poor

with no family to retain my name!

 

———Stephen M. Mutuku———

 

 

 

 

The African Drum

drum

he cuts a log out of the forest

and with chisels makes it hollow

then fixes awo oju ilu (dry goat skin making the head of an African drum)

tightening it with sisal strips

and with ocher draws its patterns

a complete African drum

 

 

 

someone plays a guitar

another plays a violin

and all are sweet for my ears

but mandinka tunes sabaro and kutiro

putting awo oju ilu

near the log fire

 

 

the guitar was sweet

the violin was sweeter

but sound sabaro kutiro

na me na go crazy

my waist breaks na dance

sabaro kutiro ejaculates sweetness

that supersedes guitar and violin

the sweetness of an African drum

 

——Stephen M. Mutuku ——