Biography of Merlin Mwaura
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 town...and my mother[Euphesia P.]was the queen of that world then.Still is.
I have had a successful primary and secondary education. I did a diploma in Information systems and now currently at an undergraduate course in Business Information Technology. Other than that iread extensively on philosphy, world literates, Edgar Alan Poe, Herman Melville, Emerson, Josef Pieper, Cicero, All philosphers(favorites) and other works that have inspired me to avail myself that this esteemed position.
I say, 'Genius is spurned before it finds its maturity and soars from the dispositions that spurn it.'
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...
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! ”
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,
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,
I'm the little bit of darkness hiding in the corners, watching you. It is the only way to know what you really do. To anyone but themselves
I have a thing to say, I don’t how to say it… It is about a thing most delicate.
I Got This...
I got this emptiness dying inside me..
why this emptiness lying inside me,
what glory is it deserving,
what aims, intends on having.
I got this beast sucking blood off my neck,
I got this hands on this beast's bloody neck,
I got this beast feeling in my breath...
I got this beast living an' someone wants it dead.