So I was in a frenzy My body was like effervesence Tingling like a frozen glass Restless and fidgety I studied her body language Her sight and state of unrest

For the times I have doubted you For the times I have mocked you Asking what you want with my life For the times I have arrogantly questioned What kind

Am seated in a bus One wailing its way in diarrhoea As it journeys its way outside Nairobi Beside me, a beauty Her face reminds me of someone I loved

Her walk A children’s play in the prairie Just as her smile rhymes With the petals that hug The green stalks of grass She is of fine physique One that

I love being the lone pole Bereft of love and nothing to laugh I love the company of the offroad dust And the tangled mesh The sound of crickets And

What if I told you I need not type Amen For my miracle to unveil? What if I told you I need not say Haleluya To a picture of a

If Jesus be my center Then I worry not of my dark corners If He be my core My squeaky un-greased parts bother me not If He be my cornerstone

I cannot be you Maybe because my nose is proportional and yours is not I cannot live like you, talk like you or walk your ways Maybe because am unique

Beauty is not in the eyes of a beholder It is simply on the subject Beauty is not relative But it’s opinion is relative to the subject An eye sees

Does putting your feet in water And flapping your limbs in the shallow end Make you an expert swimmer? Does masking your photo with word art And applying numerous filters

I thought I was worthless Until I found a disabled orphan on the streets teaching the word to his peers And no more did negative notes scribble my pad I

Am tiny Yes,  a bead lost into the oblivion I am a fragment One soaked in black tar and difficult to trace I am a broken shell with serrated sides