I was born in our capital city, Nairobi(A place of many waters) ...in an indian(at least I always thought it was) hospital-THE AGHAKAN HOSPITAL-i was raised in Nairobi for my first two tender years before my father[ Quintile M.] took us to live in the productive hills of Kiambu. I was comforted by the greens, clean air and the greater queries of life here. I felt a first love in our little ... more »
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Merlin Mwaura Poems
' I do...'
I do... Take your hand from this dark abyss, take me out of this emptiness, keep me from a bloody mess,
Clutch in the morn of nine, a little girl cries her tears out. 'Tis a school gate, wonder where her teachers are... is this not the much spoken, girl child.
We are human all... No super heroes, Less angels and more demons but human all.
The Two Bed Room...
I have here a virgin in my room, So pleasant she is bloom, on my bed sit so cool. Her eyes dart here an' there...
Wristwatch… Wind my wrist,
Listen…………. Music! “I love you” “I love you too”
I cry blood.........
When a neighbour turns on you, strips your family into pieces, tears up your home. Takes your love,
Listen to music, listen how it explodes… Feelings so confusing, how it reaches my soul! I am lost for a moment, lost in this enthralling whirl, I am come from an Odyssey, ‘tis ere you a prophesy.
It was morning with a gloomy sky, Huge greys hovering so high… Without intention or knowing how, I found a lady’s eyes, and thought, “ wow! ”
To be Kenyan is to be these!
To be Kenyan is to be these… I went to a local primary school, Used the same bag for seven years, It was pure leather from K.M.C. products.
Letters of the Alphabet...
Let's go get lost, let's lose that way, go far away into the oblivion, carry a mirror with us,
Where the air is thick!
Where the air is thick! I have gone to a place, like what a journey would be... and had sweet thick mango juice,
[Monday] 'Hallo! ' 'Hallo, how you doing? '
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' I do...'
Take your hand from this dark abyss,
take me out of this emptiness,
keep me from a bloody mess,
black ribbons and black bow ties,
honeymoon on our ancient tomb.
Lay my life on a death bed,
cremate me while we make smoky love,
like mushrooms pollinating the earth,
glass bands and wedding rings,
tear this flesh and with bloodied ink,
write our vows forever more.
' I do '....
I do want there to be a forever,
dark clouds or shiny sky,
full moon creeping in the afternoon.