Till my extinction, I will be your defender

United, we will make the Universe surrender

A bullet to any soul that tries to lay us asunder

I am the Angel of Death and you are my sender

Bring judgement upon them all for their entire blunder

Wonder and wander, refugees spared to meander

Gifted with fertility, Africa you are the gander

My soul is a plain field and you are the conqueror.


-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi




A million steps in a million years

A star has travelled through the million constellations

From a faraway omniverse.

Unknown to a million advanced species

Equipped with just but one agenda…

This is the story of the legendary gander.


Its 5:00 o’clock in the afternoon

A raggedy boy is unsophisticatedly strolling on the dark, cold moon

He is expected to fondle with the seemingly gigantic moon.

The master of his destiny will be questioning his essence soon.

The abyss will swallow him whole if he ventures as a goon.

Lover to Randi; her ravishing beauty only compared to Marilyn Monroe, the toon.


This crooked metal came to find a Ruby.

Ruby so enchanting and melodious that it sent him feeling all groovy

One sweet stroke, one undoubted glance into Ruby’s soul made him feel all soothy.

Mountains and meandering rivers plotted attacks to steal his precious…

What the hell, they had succeeded in his previous

Yet one short Rocky hill stands by his side so boldly.

He protects his ruby so fondly…

Quincy Rodgers, James and Hassan want a feel so badly.


He is unsure of how to treat her…

You see he has never harboured such affection in his barbaric heart before

Unknowingly, he spits litters of acid and even more.

“Should I go? Should I stay?” The polished ruby is unsure

A hideous self animated alligator roars

Jealousy and hatred infiltrates their meadow, as the devil soars

A once pure love is mouthed whole by two ebony boars

A once planet Jupiter splits into two, forming two cores

Brick red tears trickle down her face like lightning

Light too harsh to the human’s feeble eyes; it’s blinding


All is well, all is well.

He comforts himself as well.

He has to stay as cool as ice, or more like Bramwell

Hard as Boss K, he has to break free from the HGIC shell.

No matter who he loses. He will always have Samuel.

Oh yes, Samuel and his artistic bell.

Soon he will be taking a plunge into a South African well.

In order to survive, he has to morph into a whale.

Or else he will be dancing to a seductive tune in hell.


-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


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….




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



Chronicles of a deviant with no soul

Beautiful leeching sins have taken a toll

Villagers want to string him to a poll

A cyborg feels no love.


Let me tell you the whole story.

Then you will bend your knee and say “sorry”.

He once harboured love the size of a lorry

Flora and fauna of love covered his territory.

A cyborg feels no love.


He gave out his love for weeks

The deepest secrets began to leak

Despite feeling vulnerable, he dispensed off the idea of being weak

Extremely evident that love was making him meek.

A cyborg feels no love.


He is I and I am him.

This is the untold story so it seems

A True and long lasting love is all but a myth

Now I am left with all these emotions to trim


A cyborg feels no love.


-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.


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.