Kidney like burnt offering
Lungs racing to gasp air
Heart pacing to pump
Like a broken water pump
...
Acrid, pungent smell wafts through the air
Moaning, wailing the sweet melodies of the hour
Boom! Boom! The sounding of the evening music
Here we are to experience you go down our dry throats
...
Making a fool out the brightest
A zombie state out of the wisest
A weakling out of the bravest
You are a weakling
...
Unwinding through the serene hills of Limuru
Invited by the lash green vegetation
Waving, as I ride through the pitch black
Roads of town.
...
My beauty lies in me being as dark as berries
Even though am told light is beautiful
Isn't dark and shiny sumptuously beautiful?
Am I short and attractive?
...
A teacher and poet)
The Bottle
Kidney like burnt offering
Lungs racing to gasp air
Heart pacing to pump
Like a broken water pump
Face turning to vitiligo
Mouthed caked with layers of cracked skin
Stomach swollen, hands excreting pimple like sweat
Leg, hands thin, swollen legs
Our folks turned slave
Yearning to embrace every hour of the clock
Your 'sweetness' their motivation
Your aroma calls,
Echoing, shouting, screaming, deafening
Heeding they must
Throats seek irrigation
Clarion call answered
Mothers pleading, crying
Calling your victims home
Sisters calling, screaming
Fathers thundering
Listen the do not
You are so enticing
Clergy going into war rooms
Your servant hears not.
Deliver your victims
We beseech
Kay Aguko