‘Ng’ombe’ and ‘Kwani wewe ni ng’ombe?’ Were the phrases that filled my ears In my rogue childhood I remember how you pinched my ears When it was reported that I

I was not cuddled as a toddler Never had the latest of brickgames and Rubik’s Cube I never knew what it is to own the latest Nintendo or Wii But

God, your ways I cannot fathom Your Power I cannot explain I mean, not so long I was eating from the remains of my enemies I was at the feet

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

I am born of Christ With myself I don’t consider more fond of light Nor my walks agile and gentle to conform But one thing for sure, I know my

In Love with a Muslim Girl As inspired by @Najma_Writes I alight this Poetic Boeing jet in heartfelt style Quick, time guarding, to untie my first luggage Of a love

I was not born a gentleman Nor was I trained to be one I was not apprenticed a warrior To defend the queen in times of fear I was simply

I sang in pitched voices for you My vocal chords bracing the wear ‘We’ danced in the rain But only I, got wet I wished to buy you the world

Doors to earth now closed Locked, and heart somewhere cold To pluck our eyes a black rose And tears gathering moss. We saddened to write it short, and long For

I love the dust But hate the lust I love the green And loathe the sin I hate the river between The river that clash the tribes within I hate

God, forgive my adulterous self Always confused by the tips of tits And the bouncing of bums God, they say that the thunder about to strike me Is still doing

Amidst any self-proclaimed worldly seraph Amidst any masquerading gladiator Amidst the slander and the slate Amidst the dreary lifestyle Be that amaranth Garland your crown with good, positive thoughts and