THE MASKED MAN

I notice him by the corner of my swollen black eye

A skinny South African hunter soars in the air so high

Sigh ….

Damn it!! This is steel-hard to deny.

We shared a few laughs him and I

Only to turn around and he sucks my crimson red blood dry.

 

“Oh being a Kenyan?” let me try

He sneered in a nifty voice ever more sly

A wicked kleptomaniac southern soul always with the pry.

Day and night always in hot pursuit to witness me cry.

 

My oh my……my oh my….

Transparency? No!! He won’t comply

Generosity? No!! He won’t comply

Loyalty? DO you think he would comply?

Of course he won’t comply!

 

Every time his foul mouth inquires; my two red hot guns desire to reply!

Break it down.. Crush it…this is one algebraic equation I want to simplify

Apparently Miss AllSunday thinks I want it to be rectified

So  that is her preference and WHY?

Does she not notice that I am not to be objectified?

……boiling anger got my eyes all mystified

I should have ended the masked man’s blue life during the braai!!

Bye

 

 

Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

FIRE AFTERMATH

 

               

Unceasing burns by the corners of his gate.

Mates and foes step away from his once coveted plate.

Zamil, watch out for the snake-like mates

The sleek facial features; away they skate.

Kenyan Boy is too terrified to meet the graceful Kate.

21st March 2015 was to be their first date.

                     -Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.