Santa's calendar

 

Santa's coming

His time is here, he's coming

I peeped and saw Santa's calendar

Very sure he's coming this festive

I saw his magical calendar

Santa's calendar is in hearts, only those who believe have it

Those who don't believe only expects Santa on Christmas

Says it's the only time he's ever had the time for piss pass

I know Santa is coming soon

Have seen his calendar already

Santa knows not his dates 

Colours them in blue and red, maybe remember them as plain

Santa knows not his plans

Uses his magical horse servants, maybe remind him of his duties 

Santa knows only his calendar, where it is and the fact that he has it

Santa has a calendar and have seen it 

He's coming festive, saw it colored in red

Santa is coming...

© amimoh

Let's make them proud

 

It's time warriors

Time to make it happen, go against all odds

Time to make history, make them proud of us

We're the best and the best must be heard 

Heard not via ears but in the results we'll post 

It's time guys 

Let's make it happen

The work of our teachers can never go under shade 

The early morning preps, the late night classes; not to waste 

They helped us and now we must make them proud

Just like soldiers they trained us for the battle, let's win this war for them

Let's make them proud 

We must make them proud

"Make me proud daughter"

"Make me proud son"

Words of our parents and guardians in fate 

They believe we have all that it takes 

The community believes you are the one to bring change 

So let's make them happy; give them hope 

Do it in clear day; transparent and honest 

Cause believe you me we can...

Appreciate the hand of our iron lady 

Our principal, the one who has always been steady

To ensure we have the best, all lessons in gaiety

Bringing us together; the clergy always in her first letter 

Appreciate her hand; it's through her we have unity 

To conquer everything; move in uniformity 

For a better tomorrow and for good grades to barrow

Appreciate her for we'll pass and make her smile 

So do it like it's your last 

Pass, pass and pass 

For it's you against the world

Your future to shape and a good life to claim 

Have not any fear or doubt; God has you in the game 

To protect you and give you the best of grades 

So be hopeful 

Be ready

And do it like it's never been done 

Let's pass....

#Wishyouwell 

© amimoh 

Shujaa

 

Let's all reflect back

To the days of agony, when on us the whites pondered

Days when they chained and starved us on our own land 

No freedom, no right to speak out 

Until we broke through

Until our heroes broke it through

Let's celebrate our heroes 

The ones from whose blood we enjoy Freedom

Celebrate Dedan, leading troops for a fight you only read about

Recognize Oginga and Kenyatta, through them the oppression stopped, the jail terms they served

Let's look back at those days 

Days when there was no freedom 

But still

But still we thrived 

Kenya is bigger than anyone 

So do good and live Kenya better than you found it

Be a shujaa for someone, or better still appreciate that shujaa of yours 

Make them recognize how precious they are

Cause it's the day for our shujaas 

The day we celebrate our heroes and heroines

Celebrate your hero today

Happy mashujaa day 

© amimoh

Hurtless

 

Looked out the bedroom window and saw you with him

Past memories of what we did, all hitting like the mythical whim

Why'd you do this

Tell me what I did to deserve this 

Why this way...

Heard you talk of how boring I was 

Heard you claim of how deadly I had the claws 

All claims to put the blame on me 

Promise I'll never talk of your faults though

I'll never fall, not a knock at your door

Afraid of how hurtless you can be 

You're hurtless 

And I keep that known to me, just incase...

****

EPT5678 COURTESY OF A18 ONGOING 2023 COMPETITIONS signed @amimoh

© amimoh 

Anxiety

 

Cocoons can break

Rocks can wither and scatter 

But anxiety in its own existence never change 

Anxiety tied me in a chain row at a dark corner

All wails and cries futile, you'd see me 

I wrestle it; I wrestle things I don't see 

Only feels its wrath and hurts more when I fight back 

That anxiety

That monster 

Gave up all the dreams I had, couldn't dream no more 

Gave up all the goals, anxiety made them blocks in my eyes 

Pleaded with mother nature, maybe for that feeling to fade away 

Anxiety has made me 'new' (at least a better word for someone I never knew) 

I'm not dead yet, but the claws will surely make me numb 

Anxiety will make me numb...

Pleaded with my fortitude the other day, maybe mother nature sees me not

Duties and responsibilities in a thud, it's me that monster wants 

Anxiety knows no sympathy, it will destroy me in apathy

Until I drown, drown so deep you'll never see me....

Cocoons can break

And so I hope I break out from this soon enough...

© amimoh

I'm glad I do this

 

The eyes would call it dark

The brain suffers not, enjoys in trio 

Me, my body and soul enjoys it, no hollow

We're the best and the best deserves ego 

The one we keep in our hearts; it's our new hero

I'm glad I do this, no signs of bias culture

I'm the best in what I do, no doubt, no lie 

The air for me, always in perfect form for a night pillow

That's the one I keep in my heart 

That new hero 

Dream not of my downfall, it'll break you 

Cheer not when I stumble, hatred to destroy you 

Keep me in your heart

Give me that belt they offer champs 

Because this I keep in my heart

This I own now 

That new hero is me...

© amimoh 

Love binds souls

 

Love binds souls 

Destiny binds souls 

But difference tries another mould

Changes everything until you're cold

I know of them who believed in love 

Two who combined souls 

I know of a destiny that they tried to mould 

How promises and lies destroyed a perfect shape 

And turn the mould into chaos and crumps 

I know of how lies and fake promises can destroy 

And take apart, never to find a way to rebuild it again 

Believe me I know...

Love binds souls 

Destiny binds souls

Yet fake promises and lies gives a completely different mould 

Changes you to someone you don't know...

I know 

© amimoh 

The stories we made

 

How does it feel 

To sleep alone on that bed 

How does it feel 

To lose all that we had, take everything by the neck 

You killed our love and now it's all gone 

Only wonder how you feel 

Cause trust me I still care 

I still care about the cold rush 

The late night cramps, the stories we made until you slept soundly on my lap 

Wonder how you feel though, how you manage without me 

How does it feel 

To be away from the one thing that gave you peace

How does it feel 

I really hope we could fix it 

Awaken our dead covenant, sign a new contract

Rebuild our love, make it much stronger

But you killed it, mere pressure of things that to you couldn't wait 

Things that controlled you

Ones that broke our ties

Really hope it could go back to normal 

Really hope so...

****

© amimoh 

How bad it would hurt

 

Look at her 

Broken and torn apart 

She can't even tell her feelings apart 

For a simple reason, that earlier she departed

That she began unready...

Gave her heart away at sixteen 

The guy gave it a stab, only remained a small piece ( maybe to make another start)

Now she weeps at the stars 

And wonder why, so early, she had to bear the scars 

Why she never knew how bad it would hurt...

Demons in her mind; "find a cliff and jump"

Battles every last of these thoughts, maybe part of her is smart 

She lies down and curse her heart, swears never to love again

With all might she picks up herself

And make ways to the city of shells 

To find another, another shell; in which a better shelter she would get 

Maybe, just maybe she'll love again

****

© amimoh

I'm not ready

 

Told your friends you want me dead 

You said I did everything wrong, and you're not wrong 

I'll surely take all the vitriol

But not the thought of you moving on

Cause am not ready 

I'm not ready to find out you know how to forget me 

I'd rather hear how much you regret me 

I only pray to God you never met me, than forget me 

Hate how much you cry

But love the fact that I cross your mind daily 

Even though it still breaks me...

#capaldicontent 

© amimoh 

Forgive me

 

Forgive me for that stain in your heart, wish I could wipe it clean 

Forgive me for bringing out the worst in you, one nobody had ever seen

Making cries your late night song, tears part of your face 

Forgive me for betraying you, never viewed as you claimed; not a puppet 

Forgive me, for I know you're still healing

I only hope your heart gives another a chance, someone who will never again remind you of this feeling

© amimoh 

This is insane

 

Met an angel in my dreams

Name is Trezzy, the name suits her face 

To good to be true, told me she's interested (still dreaming though)

Be with me till the end, I don't want to wake up 

And Incase I annoy you, pinch me a little; maybe I'll stop dreaming...

Her mum owns the local grocery store

She goes to school on week days, only stands for the mother on weekends

Weekends are my happy days, I can eat two tonnes of kales 

A crush I met in my dreams, that same night I saw her first 

Haven't told her though

Haven't made it official

Maybe I'm just dreaming

Go tell Trezzy am interested in her 

Tell her it's the guy who buys 'mboga' daily at the store, she'll know 

The one who spends an hour there pretending he's making a call, she'll definitely remember

I'm interested in her, not the 'mboga' I buy daily

Let me make the dreams a reality

Stop the purchases, I'm going broke for love 

Stop the purchases, malnutrition from too much kales 

This is insane 

This is really insane ...

***** 

© amimoh 

We were never rich kids

 

Ever wondered how it feels 

Sit back and watch all that you've achieved from scratch

The things you thought could never be 

Days when you couldn't compare yourself with those that had it all 

Days when you shared dreams with the rich ones 

Days when you dreamt of the same things

We were never rich kids 

Always surprised of the modern world, only wore new clothes on Christmas

Happy days those were, tonnes of pride on our parents

We only had this then, but now we compete them 

Now we dream of the same things

We were never rich kids 

Went to school bare footed, yes we did this 

Wore clothes with patches, it was our flex 

Sat in classes with them though, we still do 

Writing, reading the same books 

As we dream of the same things

We had it 

We had the same dreams 

*****

© amimoh 

The lady in blue

 

I know the lady in blue, she's my neighbor's sister

The lady in blue works at the local grocery store, she's the one they call Flo 

That's the same lady who turned down my request the other day, reason I don't know 

The lady in blue is rich, her dad owns the local cafe'

She's the only daughter, the one with the family pride they say

I know she keeps all men in grey, doesn't want her emotions be swayed

That lady in blue 

Blue is her colour, but behavior like stubborn flu

She has no clue of what she wants, corporate or love life 

Only knows she hates not blue, at least for now she can prove

Cause she wears blue, says it keeps her cool 

Blue 

She wears blue...

© amimoh

Night skies

 

Still winds 

Cold sheets 

Eyes to the sky 

The night sky calls once again

The darkness wails from far

The night spirits are silent today but not far 

It's the night skies, beauty in disguise

Maybe keeping us attracted, not to suspect a thing

How beautiful is the night sky 

How deadly can it be...

Still winds

Cold sheets 

Eyes to the sky

The night sky reminds me of my life 

Surviving all odds to shine, like the stars of the sky

Trying to shine among many, giving every fight

I'm the one star in the sky, one among many

Shining in its own light, a reason to make merry 

The night skies are beautiful

The night skies can be appealing

But how appealing...

So keep the night skies bright 

Think of all the best moments, look up and smile 

Cause the night skies reveal 

Reveals all the issues in clean sleeve

Keep the night skies clean 

And enjoy them while you still live...

© amimoh

I had friends

 

There were friends we called brothers

Ones to whom our fates mattered

But we lost them and I guess it doesn't matter anymore

I had friends in culture 

Real friends in all ways, we thought it wouldn't scatter

Until it fell apart, petty issues became heavier

Issues broke us, never for anything to pick up again

There were friends we called brothers, some more loyal than me 

Friends I looked up to, you would think they 'charmed' me 

But my friends left, said adulthood and responsibility called 

The friends I knew, we even swore never to leave in fault

Those are the friends I had 

Those friends

Do you have friends?

Do you confide in souls, cry on shoulders?

Give all for them, keep them close 

Friends of same interests, ones you believe you know 

With this you will grow, everything will flow

It will all flow 

I had friends

Friends I discovered I never really knew 

Those friends...

© amimoh

Keep it that way

 

Dreamt of the moon carrying us down to its cool surface. Beautiful how you find this appealing; maybe because there are still some memories we share. So keep it that way ! 

© amimoh 

Siro of the streets

 

Little Siro knows not his father, maybe that's the one thing he's sure of 

Little Siro walks in grounds that whisper, whisper of his dead and untamed destiny

His name is Siro and he lives among farmers, says he blames his once rich father

Days of agony made Siro smart

Days when her mom was thrown out by the master's wife 

They said she wasn't good enough, that she would destroy their name 

Maybe even reveal that she was carrying the master's blood 

 A mere helper with the rich master's child

Siro the master's child 

They wouldn't bear that

Not having Siro as their own blood 

Little Siro is strong, not via work but fate 

Watched the mum breath her last on the streets

Was only six then, nothing she would do but cry 

Lost her in a dark night of evil cry 

Never to tell him the real father 

That's Siro, the boy of no man 

Little Siro of no identity

Greet little Siro for me when you meet him

Pass him not without a giveaway, help him

Cause you're his family, all of us are 

The kid on the streets is Siro 

One to whom life is a complete nightmare

The Siro of no identity

Let's all remember Siro 

© amimoh

Black

 

I wear black to point out my esteem, gold is in black they say 

I put on black to remember our fathers, our mothers who ever lived 

It's black for our land and not the land for blacks 

So let's keep it that way!

© amimoh

Memories

 

But how do we unlearn it when it made some of our best memories...

© amimoh

If only they could speak out

 

If only they could speak out, maybe talk of the unpleasant things they've seen us do 

If only they could whirl and scream, talk of all the greatest gifts 

Our body would ponder and warn us, better still refuse to what destroys it 

The consequences are there,. reminding us to always keep clean 

Do good, obey the Mighty one, eat healthy

If only they could talk, maybe we would all be saved 

Just maybe 

© amimoh

A step ahead

 

The days are much brighter for them. Guess it's what they mean by being a step ahead...

© amimoh

Diffidence (part 2)

 

Time rewards 

Courage rewards 

Hard Work and perseverance keep you up 

But diffidence delays; it destroys all in black faith

That's what it did to the king's son

He's the true son of his father

The true heir, one on whom no one can ponder 

Blessed in all ways, has everything in powder

But mere diffidence lack in the corners, to destroy all things in blunder

That's what it did to him 

He's the next king

He's the fathers only kin

Others crippled it battle, buried leaving him the royal seat 

Maybe that's why he's so frail, was only a toddler when it happened

He wants to be like them; strong and mighty even better than them 

But diffidence allows him not, it praises him not

Mere shyness destroys him, he can't lead this way 

He's battling it, let's hope he wins 

Let's hope he comes out great 

Let's hope so....

******

© amimoh

Maybe I've made it all up

 

I lose my senses everytime I see him 

My world turns upside down, every emotion overpowers me 

I've tried avoiding him but somehow I always find myself in his presence

Maybe this is fate, or better still destiny's plans 

Maybe I've made this all up and the only thing left is to break away and never show up 

Maybe though, just maybe it's something true...

© amimoh 

How's it like there

 

How's it like?

That dark place with still winds 

How's it like there?

To be alone 

Lying in a casket, no power to whirl 

How's it like...?

I heard there's no noise there 

That all plays and dance are imaginations

That reality hits harder there, cries of mere regrets 

Still life, there's no family there, only you alone for all loneliness to bear 

Maybe that's how it is

Just maybe 

Heard some terms it a happy place 

To relax on fine earth, a house you pay not for 

But how's it like to laugh there, no one to share your joy with

How's it like there?

How's it like in that dark earth

Where suits fill and bones scatter

Where flesh fades and souls wail 

Souls of them who cries and pay 

Souls of us who chose the wrong way 

How's it like to be there

How's it like to be gone...? 

© amimoh