It Should not matter

It should not matter,
how this morning i woke,
to whom this day i spoke,
the challenges that came,
if i lost or gained.

It should not matter,
if my life is according to plan,
the state of health i am,
or of those i call my clan.

It should not matter,
the maize in my fields,
the value of my stock,
my hens, my prized cockerel.

It should not matter,
which lady i fancy,
her age,her trade,
progress with her made.

but why should it to you?
that you and me,
died!
and all that mattered,
along with it.

In the beginning

In the beginning was her smile,
Caught my eye, it held for a while
Her beauty,
Simple!

A flash of a thought,
slow feet.
From walk to trot,
approached i.
Cautious!
Curious!
to put name to face,
face to from
her whereabouts to know
already
aflame.

In the beginning.
a game,
that goes by common name
the hunt,
the chase,
caught in the intrigues.
of numbers,
dates,
impulsive adventures,
nocturnal chats,
palatable excitement.

In the beginning,
was not intent,
such intense.
to carry her heart in mine.

In the beginning
she was she.
i was i.
now,we
the her and me.

The Split

Today i broke her heart,
told her we should part.
Because of me she cried a river
wondering why i would leave her.
Today she prayed for mercy,
and i for forgiveness,
...and as i left she asked me "why"
"Goodbye!" my one reply.

I've Moved

I've moved,
with sacks,
shoes,
and socks of mine.

closer to tranquil,
quiet,
solace.

I've moved,
removed i,
from proximity of you.

the lies,
that about you buzz,
flies,
over rotting carcass.

I've moved,
schooled,
in heart,
in mind,
Sharper.

This poem is a good-bye note written at the end of a relationship by the one who is leaving after a betrayal.

I'm Interested

I'm interested;
in how you woke today,
in the dream you dreamt last night,
in the time alone you spent.

I'm interested;
in how you mother is,
in your fathers persistent whiz,
and that your unruly brother.

I'm interested;
in the colors you like,
in the things that bring you delight,
in your worries, your cares.

I'm interested;
in the color of your eyes
in your dimples when you smile
and when you anger, that frown.

I'm interested
...in loving you.

Poster

Your picture on a poster.
your face,
captured!
the dark of your eyes, soft.
the curves of your lips, smooth.
a dimple.

Perched above.
a feast,
for hungry waking eyes.
a salve,
for eyes sore from longer days.

as drift i;
from sleep
awakened!
and all day
those eyes
that smile
...linger.

Election speak

The closer we get to election day, the more heated the discussions, the more the emotions rise and also observe. I've been in the company of my friends each of which have different political inclinations. The one thing i do dislike is this TRIBAL talk that has so clouded many in thinking that we can see these politicians for who they are - A TRIBE OF THEIR OWN.

Case in point, look back at the last lot and how they managed to keep increasing their own benefits with this excuse and with that.

It appears to me that in any new government, like in any sort of organization or society, there will be roles to be filled.Some will be the darlings of the public, some will be public enemies, some will be THUGS of corruption, others will be GOOD examples.

The tribe of politicians will continue to grow, new ones are coming and the roles have to be filled. It is for us then to chose the lesser evil and hope for the best.

Ramblings on stocks

There is a lot of buzz about Safaricom IPO and how lots of money will be made.From what it looks like, the stock will be oversubscribed, and going by some sources by a couple of billions.

One wonders whether elections will have an effect for this appetite, and more how the other stocks will be affected.

I look at this with slight despair, with the knowledge that the bigger sharks will be eating more of this pie i.e corporates and i may just be reduced to minimum number of shares.