David Munene wa Kimberly
Biography of David Munene wa Kimberly
Born in Kalimoni Hospital in Thika District (formerly Kiambu District; now Kiambu County) in Central Kenya, as the fifth born in a family of six, poetry is a passion and not a profession.
Currently, I am the volunteer Programs Manager for the Catholic Youth Network for Environmental Sustainability in Africa (CYNESA) headquartered in Nairobi, Kenya.
I owe my inspiration to my only eternal love, Carol (my Perfect Aphrodité) and the providence of God through nature, situation and circumstance.
Daddy to the adorable Raphael Munene and Nicholas Macharia.
If only I could publish one, then I would...
David Munene wa Kimberly Poems
Africa And Africa’s
Have seen little of history unfold I know that one thing will always be Africa will be, But what is Africa’s may never be
Christ Vs Herod On Palm Sunday
When He set off for the journey He knew it wasn't about the money Unlike a be, He wasn't after honey For the Sun would have shone like yesterday
You Don'T Read Africa
Never have you ever sat Or beneath African Suns lay flat You insist on rumours fat Liken to a rainy day's door mat
My Easter Grief
That I feel the pain Christ felt when I wasn’t there Yet I feel not the pain that I inflict on my neighbor when s/he’s here That I am going to be feasting
Urban Time Vs. Rural Time
3 am: Urban time: Alarm clocks, hoots and toots Rural time: Cocks crow, cows moo and weavers beaker
I Am Catholic
For I am Catholic, cut out to the core Remolded through catechism; head to toe No apologies should I make, ‘cept for re-crucifying Christ
Some silence is deafening Some silence feels vengeant and weakening Some silence is like a thundering That cuts throught the skies roaring
She was a woman of plight A heart of pure delight Too many saw in her light But now she is challenged;
Spider Weds Termite - Haiku
A human being suspects That all humans are suspects And when a human being respects They hope for retrospects
A man shaken Perhaps not yet beaten Paws shake like tree-tops Roving in the winds like small cops
Africa Built The World
For the World unwillingly Africa toiled not sparingly Like locusts in a leafy field Africans worked without sunshield
I Shall Celebrate You, Gilbert
I shall celebrate you, Gilbert I shall celebrate you Even under the darkness of grief I shall celebrate you
To Kimberly, My Love
Show me how low low can be that low may never get low than me Yet standing on a high let me see That having a darling as you is vast as sea
Downpour In Town
Rains reign in town
So heavily falling down
In speed than rocket's
Every man pockets
Could not believe how much,
How much they muttered curse
When blessing had come down at last
On skyscrapers and automobiles