Is Love Divided?

The two disappointing sons.

First born failed form four.

Second seconded the motion on flow,

The third was a girl,

I hear the father prophecy the two sons shall bow to their sister.

There shall not be a family without if love is there,

It’s undivided right?

 

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COUNT ME IN

 

 

As the parapanda calls

Working near karakana falls.

In fight with my soul

Doubt in my snout

Gospel in my thoughts

Count me in Lord.

 

In those who can sing praise and worship.

In those who can keep goats and sheep.

In those who can sail and pirate in ship.

In those who think deep.

In those who work hard day and night no sleep.

 

Count me not

In those who crack bad jokes.

In those who crack fat bones.

In those who doubt some jobs.

In those who pay being broke.

 

In those who want no peace.

Who fight way out.

Who use sex to piss.

Who kiss to cease.

Who love to talk less.

 

But count me in

Your kids share.

Waiting down your bear.

Bowing to you my dear.

Coz with you less fear.

You and I near.

As everlasting life comes clear.

Count me in.

 

author. ©JERRYMAN LENGAI

editor BABA NANIII

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Dear batting my own,

 

 

My name is kikuyu I voted for uhuru,

My name is Odinga I voted for luo,

Maybe my name has nothing to do with that,

Maybe my name is love, peace & happiness,

Maybe my name is the piece I long for,

Maybe my name is just a price tag,

Maybe my name has nothing to do with that,

My name is Uhuru I came to free you,

My name is arrogance I came to see you,

My name is a man gotta do what a man gotta do,

My name is life without innerself is non to living,

My name has nothing to do with that,

My name is excuse me for living,

My name is who are you by the way?

My name is a man is still a man,

Maybe my name is the problem we have,

Maybe my name is level low your scale,

Maybe my name is the hate that hates and hate eats me alive,

Maybe my name has nothing to do with all I said,

Maybe my name is the peace unsung,

Maybe my name got us all into this,

My name is sorrowful sorry,

My name is hearty apology,

My name is sorry as a sorry word,

My name is Afrika.

My name is Peace.

My name is I n I .

 

Babananiii©2017 “OPEN LETTER”

She said”Let’s do it again”

She said let’s do it again,

She was rolling on the sand,

Taking pictures from the sun,

Burning to the ground,

 

She said let’s do it again,

She was going all around,

Chanting different sounds,

She was speaking in tongue,

 

She said let’s do it again,

She was always on my mind,

Always on the picture grand,

She was wowing without sound,

 

She said let’s do it again,

She was non of your kind,

Always on the mine,

She was hidden on the ground,

 

She said let’s do it again,

She broke my heart at first-time,

Broke my wallet non time,

She was a second click on the clock,

 

She said let’s do it again,

She was outta line,

Always on her fine,

She was classic undefined,

 

She said let’s do it again,

Again like old times,

She was again on past lines,

She whispered let’s do it my old friend,

She was the first I ought admit,

She wasn’t last on peak,

She said let’s do it again,

I said let’s leave it alone.

 

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BROKE AS I AM

 

 

If I had a rich girlfriend would my life be the same?

Would it be of this shame?

Or a happy ever after,

 

Would I be taken care off,

Or still be one taking care of,

Her and the dirty laundry,

 

If I had a rich girlfriend would this be still?

Ugali maharagwe or dry rice?

Would she carry fast food?

I heard she knows not cook,

But act cool with it,

 

If I had a rich girlfriend would this be for love?

Or a male version whore gold digger?

I don’t know,

I just happen to not know,

Do you know? I don’t know,

 

I If I had a rich girlfriend with the way I am,

Broke and disregarded,

My song unsung,

My worries unharmed,

The broke as I am first vision unheard.

 

Babananiii©2017