Poetry


I want to be 20 again and have a tiny little waist that 20″, a flat stomach and killer sharp dress sense strictly in jeans.

I want to be 20 again, and go out dancing from dusk to dawn then still get to class bright and early the following morning, my creed being work hard party harder.

I want to be 20 again and travel the world on a whim.

I want to be 20 again and think only about keeping my grades up and looking fantastic for my next hot date.

I want to be 20 again and have hours to while away with my friends.

I want to be 20 again and, believing the world is my oyster, have so much to look forward to every day.

I want to be 20 again, full of youthful impatience and bursting with enthusiasm to embrace all that life has to offer.

I want to be 20 again with bright eyes brimming with curiosity and a spirit unblemished by heartbreak.

I want to be 20 again bubbling with vigor and ready to dive into the cornucopia that is life’s experiences.

I want to be 20 again and dare!

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I don’t know if I’m tripping

Or  if my biological clock’s ticking

Today is mothers’ day

And everywhere I look

I see cute children

I’m going on 28 on the 28th of  May;

God willing

And I wonder if I’m wandering

Husband, baby, maybe…

Haven’t become this many mothers’ days since

Well, as they say…

There’s always next mothers’ day.

Are you

Proper and prim

And do all things prettily?

Are you

Flirty and fun

And do all things spunkily?

A scarf would say all these things about you

If you just know how to pick one.

Are you

Stodgy and grim

And do all things gruffly?

Are you

Scroogely and mean

And do all things stiffly?

A scarf would say all these things about you

If you just don’t know how to pick one.

Are you

Trendy and thin

And do all things “in”?

Are you

Free spirited and je-ne-sais quoi

And do all things bohemian?

A scarf would say all these things about you

If you just know how to pick one.

Foolish is craving his touch
Foolish is sleep deprivation and 4 am trysts
Foolish is fascination with all that’s dangerous
Foolish is looking forward to doing it all again.
Foolish is as foolish does.

He is the love of my life.
I love him without knowing where that love will take me.
We parted ways an age ago .
Now a sweet wrapper reminds me of something he gave.
An upcoming event brings up yet another memory
I laugh to myself like a loon
Reminiscing first love’s innocence
Oh the stunts I pulled.
I miss him. It no longer aches.
I know he dwells on a reserved chunk of the love I have to give.
I learned to love.
I’ve met and loved the love of my life.
I’ve loved and lost the love of my life
Yet my life is richer for the loss.
I love you.

You’re an obsession in my mind

I’m focused on you

Do I occupy as much of your grey matter

As you do mine?

I’m walking down the street

A fellow pedestrian spots me

Smiling foolishly to myself

‘eeh siste, unafuraha, hivyo ni vizuri’

I was thinking of you

It’s blissfully fair

Only because you’re unaware

Then again, would you run if you knew?

Miaka nenda miaka rudi

Ulinitumia

Halafu ukatimua

Kaniacha mahututi

Sasa unataka rudi

Tuwe marafiki

Wasema nitabarikiwa

Kwani wewe mtumwa?

Mimi hayo mambo siyataki

Achana na michezo

Nenda zako, nenda zako

Nyumba ishafungika

Nilimtupa mwanasesere

Kafungia ushanga

Ndoto za kurudiana

Hatuwezi patana

Kwaheri

Poteza njia

Sahau uhai wangu

Kajifanye msafiri

Kwenye safari sambamba na yangu

Mimi sasa ni buheri wa maendeleo.

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