Sammy Aswani Luyove
Sammy Aswani Luyove Poems
Those sunken cheeks are not her own
My darling was a thing,
In fact those sunken cheeks
That you now call wrinkles
...
I listened...and heard
The yelling of the poor child;
Bones bulging from the head,
And I wonder,
...
I remember some time back,
When I was the only child on your back
Food was plenty, I ate as I could
And me, I was all you valued,
...
Dear countrymen and women
The state is ill-breeding.
I am afraid the herd is astray
That the cow that calved yesterday
...
I'm staring at you
Because you look new
Your beauty is stunning
Like a sea squid,
...
There is coming a time
We'll be one even by a dime
A time with not races
Races of people and places
...
With holes shallowly drilled through her cheeks
just by a smile; with a well swollen hip, legs
proportionally fit, on which her strength rests;
with a thorax small a little like that of
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On the road to the grinding mill,
Where my wife grinds her posho,
There, by the path-side,
In the tallest of the thickest grass,
...
Time Is Dump (I)
Having had your dose of 'piriton'
You still couldn't sleep on!
...
Time Is Dump (II)
When you pronounced your love
I felt like a male dove,
...
Time Is Dump (III)
I recall the day we were on an outing
At an adventure valley in the Rift,
...
When tomorrow plans to go astray
Bowels won't hold but shaky shy
Yet tomorrow must come anyway
The sun sets and darkness draws nigh
...
There lives our stepmother
Far in the North East,
She enslaved the chosen generation,
And now she steals and banks our soils
...
The rains are here, here to stay
Because we cursed the sun, just the other day;
For scotching our backs,
And making our skins pale and darker
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New Order
On this first day of stay on my other side of a new age,
I have decided that you I may engage,
...
His hands were stiffly stretched
And had not been long cold
The dying warmth could still be felt
But the man smelt.
...
My husband Simiyu says he bought his television
To keep himself happy, the reward of my bride price,
My husband thinks TVs are God's art, he argues:
‘When I homed late
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My heart wails in vain
Tears stain my pale cheeks
When I remember the pain
I incurred as my very own daddy
...
You may perceive me your enemy
But you are not my foe
For I believe you're not an adversary,
When the Lord does bless me
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Sammy Aswani Luyove Biography
Aswani Sammy Luyove was born and raised in the rocky hills of Hamisi, Vihiga county; a stone throw off the shores of lake Victoria and the magnicent wonder tor, The Crying Stone of western Kenya, in 1983. Attended Jimarani Primary School, and O level education at Givole Secondary School. He is a business administrator and a journalist driven by sharp political instincts and a great passion for poetry. He is currently the Managing Director of Arctech Training College in Nairobi.)
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My Thing Is Something
Those sunken cheeks are not her own
My darling was a thing,
In fact those sunken cheeks
That you now call wrinkles
Are what dimples were.
You never saw the youth she was;
So you think I wasted my father's cows!
My children, I'm missing two toe nails
Lost staring at her;
One the first I saw her,
Another the second we met.
Now my children,
You look at her contemptuously!
Or is it because you're big boys
With some big jobs in the city!
So you think she's cold at heart
Like vujeni; the slept over maize bread!
Oh! No. My thing is something.
Your darlings have painted lips
Like cats that ravaged on rats
And walk derisively before her
Like peacocks!
Because her legs are heavy now as iron rods,
But I tell you my sons, she shook my spine
Like shimuga; the milk gourd
Without touching me,
My thing is something.
She's strong to succumb to nine pushes,
You my nine disdainful children!
But I wonder if my daughter will push twice,
Her mother says she swallows some 'aspirins'
And her husband, her husband she says;
Wraps himself in piped plastic papers!
That's how they deny us grandchildren,
O. My thing is something.
I paid a whole herd in my wife's dowry,
Her mother said she could grind
A debe of millet on the grinding stone
And she cooked the best
That none of your peacocks can match.
My sons,
How many heads of cattle,
Did you pay in your wives' dowry!
O. My thing is something.
My daughter,
The only one daughter of your mother
The said image of your mother,
How many cows have I received
From your beloved hunter!
Yet your father's only pride!
Even just one cow for your mother's milk!
Whose name your daughters will fight for,
Puuh! My thing is something.
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How far can you go if you don't go? Even if you're blown there by the whirl winds; you won't land down, but swing back. Yours is a perception from afar.
If you dine with foxes on the same table and you can not howl, but bleat; then you are the main meal anticipated.
When you ask me what I think I'm doing! My imagination is that you don't know! So wait, until I'm done. It is then, you'll know that I have invented a formula to finish you.
When your government errs; shut up, as when your father farts.
If one villager walks on the market streets necked, his village mate can't laugh at him but greets him with a smile
If you were robbed of your clothes and left naked, and an elder strips his clothes: in sympathy, to cover you, would you accept and be exposed his nakedness.
Wisdom is just simple: an elder does not strip naked, To cover a naked youth, Lest he exposes him To his nakedness; It's a taboo.
A firefly's beauty is only seen in darkness.
Stars still shine during the day: but they respect the glory of the biggest star, the sun.
Dawn and dusk are like awaited visitors, slaughter you goose for them only when they arrive.
An idea whose time is due is like a call of nature; suppress it at your own embarrassment.
A mind that thinks without acting, thinks in vain.
Just like a river curves it's natural path, your fate is in your hands; and the heavens.
If you want to know what defines wisdom, ask wine where it gets it's sweetness; ageing.
If a man eats as you watch, you're next when he stands.
If a man eats as you watch, you're next meal when he stands.
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