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.

Drink that saved nine.

Flummoxed!! Bewilderment clouded his mind day and night

His mind divorced his entire body denying him sight

Like a prisoner with a life sentence, he begged God to free him if He might.

He meandered the face of the Earth seeking the smallest bite

From the forbidden fruit, so may he glide swiftly like a kite.

 

Who was to blame for this inconceivable pain?

Such a jammy lad who possessed all; nothing neoteric  to gain

Could it be the six blossoms that he slain?

Nature contrivanced to flog him, in her arms sat a burgundy cain

Two roads leading to the honey-comb yellowed sun, the wider one being the main.

 

Big black bear roaring, “She’s mine!”

Pacing. Racing, chasing past the pine

Time is running out, he has to get his chatels in line

Should he reach the river in time, everything will be fine

For all that matters, is that one swill. A drink that will save nine.

-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

 

UPPER LIESBEEK ROAD

And then I fall in love with you all over again,

The touch of a button sparks off the rush, feelings, memories.

My heart beats a little faster, my eyes begin to tear up, my face red.

 

Where the deepest corners of my soul are revealed,

The thoughts of my mind echoed,

My dreams and hopes achieved,

The escape in this insanely crazy world,

I found that redemption with you.

I fell in love with you through music.

-Red Art by Winkles.

THE NIGHT IS FULL OF FEAR

I made a conscious choice to pierce my ears

I should have anticipated the shocking reaction from my peers

“Dude! I would never do that to my ears!”

Condemnation and damnation of my soul is all I could hear

Oh me, oh my, I found myself pierced by fear.

 

Let us talk about fear

I once had a friend named Priya

She had sexual relations with her friend named Cynthia

How Priya wished she could keep Cynthia near……

Problem is; they lived in a country named India

They could not express their passion here, there nor here!

Succumbing to fear, they exiled themselves to Virginia.

 

No one I know has more tattoos than Tom

Funny how he is the darkest being back at home.

So Tom once met a white lady named Selorm.

They had an instant connection and love begun to form.

Selorm decided to take Tom back at home in Rome

Shockingly, Tom was welcomed with a chrome to his dome

Just because he is black, and Africa is where he is from.

 

-Red 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. 

dear MAMA. (Maria Wahu Mwangi.)

My heart sings in praise and jubilation

As I ponder and cogitate over your supremacy

Real love is what you sprinkle over the world with.

I share so many exciting memories of you

As I move forward chasing after the light.

 

What did I do to deserve such

A pure soul-guider as you?

Heaven is my witness…

U will always be adored and loved by my heart.

 

My well fostered  soul is an exhibition  of your adoration

Who is more beautiful than my strong, proud….

African woman full of phenomenal care and devotion towards friends and foes alike?

Nature honors her as the paragon of unpolluted love.

Grand or adverse times; now and Tomorrow

I will never axe you mother.

 

-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi

A DARK SUNRISE

It’s not even the best time of the day

However all these thoughts keep me at bay

smarTina loves sunrises. So she says.

Truth is ……I have something to say…

 

I hate sunrises.

 

You never know how strong you are until time arises

I’m at my lowest measures.

Nothing in these realms grants me any pleasure

This is a trickling tricky entry fashioned for closure.

 

My brain is sore,

My wings refuse to soar,

I’m left kissing and hugging the floor….

 

XO.

 

Something of that sort.

Pain took me to court.

Sunrises give me the chills; I need a coat

Please accompany it with a chilled black label court.

 

So much suffering and anger

How much longer?

Fuck all these rumor mongers

They abducted my Ngunga.

 

 

-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi

 

HIGH ON THIS.

I inject my heart and mind into this

Your soul, oh my words wish to kiss.

Ohema, I am your Kenyan Prince.

My princess, you mash up my mind like mince

 

I’m deeply in love with you.

I have felt this way for very few.

You are my entire crew,

My red, yellow and blue.

All these tests of love we have been through,

My sincerest love for you is due.

Ohema, for years to come, you are my boo

 

I write this cause I miss you,

It hurts so much if only you knew.

Wanting the other girls? EW!!

No more biting more than I can chew.

Ohema, for years to come, you are my glue.

 

Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.