Kenyan Poet

Kenyan Poet

22 January 2018 » Kenyan Poet

My love,I will not tell your husband that Ikissed your wet lips yesterday.If I tell him how sweet your lips were,He will strangle my neck to death.He will then break a bottle and buryit in your throat until you runout of breath.I know him very well....My love,I will not tell your husbandHow sweet your evening meal was.I will not tell him that the part I lovedmost was waking up in the morningand licking the slippery soup thatyou poured on your plate of ecstasy.If he gets to know that I ateyour...

20 December 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Allango,now that my husband has goneto work and we're alone,I want you to lock the door andremove all your clothes...My body is on fire.Allango...I want you to come closer.Don't look at me as if you've seenan ugly ghost.I've taken off my underwear.I want you to have an aerial view ofthe part that men love most.If you refuse to make love to me,Allango,I will shout at the top of my voiceand call you a rapist.You'll be stoned by angry villagers.In fact,My husband will insert a hot nail inthe...

10 December 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Allango,If your love for me is true,You don't have to care aboutyour ugly wife and kids.Take me to Londonand fulfill your emotional needs.Allango,If your love for me is true,Then sacrifice...I want first rate shoes to shelter my fragile feet.You don't have to worry about what your kids will eat.they can starve for several weekswhile we rome in France and Italy.Look at me Allango,have you ever seen a pair ofbuttocks that look as plumpyas the ones that dangle on my behind?Count yourself lucky for...

27 November 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Adoyo wants me to buy her ahandbag from dubai.She insists that if possible,I should use the contribution of mymother's hospital bill to buy it,She says that if don't want her toleave me for another man,I should put her first in my listof priorities.Dear friends,Who wants Adoyo my girlfriend?Adoyo always faults me fornot being stable.But apart from her labia andlose tongue,there's nothing else that Adoyobrings on the table.My dear friends with flashy cars,Adoyo my girlfriend is up for grabs.Who...

23 November 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Dorothy wants us to make lovethe American way.She wants to insert the whole ofmy manhoodIn her thin looking throat.When I tell her that it's againstour tradition for a person toswallow their partner's private part,She places her palms on my lipsand says "shhhh"Dorothy wants us to make lovethe American way.She wants me to suckle thesalty juice that tricklesfrom the meeting point of herspotless thighs.As I figure out how I will do it,she grabs my head and tells meto wipe the narrow tunnel ofher...

18 November 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Man of God,if you don't bribe me withfifty percent of the tithe and offeringthat you got today,I will tell Opondo how one morningI caught you inserting the nippleof his wife's breast insideyour mouth.As a matter of fact,if you don't give me ten bags ofmaize flour out of the eleven bagsthat the church donated to youlast week,I will show everyone pictures of youtaking Allango's daughter in aguest house for consumption.I will magnify the picture so that alleyes can see the packet of condomthat sat...

14 November 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Dear Virginia,I want to know what you're made of.Tell me why is it that when we getinto the boxing ring,The highly held head that I haveusually eats a humble pie after thefirst one silly minute.Beautiful Virginia,Tell me the secrets to your strength.Tell me what it is that you haveThat makes my chest swell like thebelly of a crocodile when you stepinto the boxing ring.Sweet Virginia,Narrate to me.Why is it that every time when weget into a fight,You're always the one who ends upwiping streams...

11 November 2017 » Kenyan Poet

My people,I beg you to talk to Allangomy husband.Ever since he came fromThe land of milk and honey,We have not had peacein the house.When I served him porridge in ourcultural calabash last night,he poured the whole of itinto the dustbin....He then broke the calabash intotiny pieces and accused me of beinguncivilized for not serving him porridgein an American cup.As I knelt down to ask Allango to forgive me for not being civilized,Allango covered his eyes with darkgoggles then lowered his...

10 November 2017 » Kenyan Poet

You have burdened the middle ofmy legs with two big ballsfor years.Yet I have never complained.You've stopped me in the middle oflong journeys.Just to make me urinate in the bush...Something I've never refused.Why did you erect when our churchpastor asked me to stand and prayin front of the holly alter? Eeh!!!Do you not think that sometimesyou do things that put me to shame?Yesterday when I was geared up tomake love to Auta, my girlfriend,You refused to rise to the occasion!you went ahead and...

07 November 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Mildred has grown thick hornson her head.She says I should clean the houseand wash her attire while she goesto her women empowerment meetings.Yesterday when I ordered her tonever come to my house pastmidnight,She pointed at me with a sharp knifeand told me to not interfere withthe ways of her life.Oh!!! Mildred...She has turned into a crook.She says I must wash utensils ifat all she's the one to cook.That when the month comes toan end,I should give her all my salary forher to pamper her head....

01 November 2017 » Kenyan Poet

We shall vote for PauloWe don't care whether he oncegrabbed our land or not.But we shall wake up in the morningand give Paulo our votes.If we allow Daudi to win the election,He shall improve the economy ofour crumbling nation.Who wants that?We shall vote for PauloNews has it that he urinates in theriver whose stinking water we drink.But still,It's him we will vote for even if onthat day we'll be sick.If we allow Daudi to win the election,He will cloud our village withstreetlights.Where does he...

24 October 2017 » Kenyan Poet

My fellow women,Have you heard the news today?It is said that Zakayo did not diea natural death.Did you see how he looked likein his coffin?Do you belive that indeed he diedbecause of coughing?My fellow womenIt's believed that Zakayo swalloweda pill to boost his erection.But unfortunately,The harlot he was waiting for did notarrive on time.As a result,Zakayo oiled his manhood and diedin the middle of masturbation.My fellow women,Do you know the mad woman whowalks naked with a dough of poothat...

14 October 2017 » Kenyan Poet

My love,You no longer excite me anymore.your palms are not as softas they used to be before.Your once firm breasts have taken the shape of a deflated baloon.The wrinkles on your faceresemble those of a horrible cartoon.My love,Your once glossy lips leavethe smell of rotten eggsin the taste buds of my tongue.The breath that emanatesfrom your mouth totally nauseates.Your once fleshy legsno longer stimulate me to riseto the occasion at night.My love,The forest of hair that you've raredunder your...

05 October 2017 » Kenyan Poet

When God made you, he was undisturbed.He started by fleshing your chestwith a beautiful pair of paw paw breasts. When God made you, He knew you would look meticulouswith a spotless face...greasy lips and a faultless behind.The kind of behind thattrembles when you walk... or when the wind begins to whistle.When God made you, He curved your thickly thighs and said that "he who will lie whilelooking straight into the middleof your glittering eyes shall perish,And never have an everlasting life."My...

23 September 2017 » Kenyan Poet

My people,How will I introduce myself when Igo to meet Acholla's family?I love Acholla with all my heart...But how will I walk to their mansionand tell her people that my house isan iron sheet that has been heldtogether by rust?Tell me my clansmenHow will I face the piercing eyes ofAcholla's fierce father and tell him thatI want to marry his one and onlydaughter?Will he not look at the cracksbeneath my jigger infested feet andburst into laughter if I tell him that Irepair other people's torn...

06 September 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Awinja has been bewitched,She runs round the village witha torn underwear on her head.It is said that she quarreled with herin-laws over the piece of land thatshe inherited from her late husband.She now laughs at house flies like a coward.Ever since she was bewitched,her bubbly anus has never been covered.Awinja,The once classy beauty queen of thevillage has been bewitched,She picks condoms from stinkingdust bins and blows them likeChristmas baloons.She even licks banana peels while panting...

23 August 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Margaret my love,Please move closer.I have plucked my horny manhoodout of my favorite boxer.I want to make you wet beforenailing the middle of your beautiful legs.If you want me to sell my land or buy you a brand new car afterwards,I will do it.Margaret my love.Remove your bra from your breastsbefore I rest in your fleshy nest.If we delay,My wife may open the door andfind us making love on the floor.I want to taste your lips before thekids wake up from from their sleep.if you'll want me to...

20 August 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Daudi my love....Tell your wife that you're busy.Tell her you've been held up in acritical job meeting.Tell her that you'll go home nextweek then switch off your phonebefore she starts to speak.Daudi my love....Forget about your two kids.I want you to take me to a big hoteland shower me with expensive drinks.Don't you want me to fold myglossy lips in between yoursparkling teeth?Daudi my love....I told my poor lover to keep off thegirl's hostel.I told him that when he calls and finds me on voice...

17 August 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Dear Prophet!When you said that God will blessme with a big land in January,I quickly sold my only plotand gave you ten percent of whatI got.Now the year is ending!I am sick and tired of waiting.Dear Prophet!When you spoke in tongues and saidthat my sick son has been healed,I burned all the medicine that the doctors prescribed to him.Now my son is in a coma.With oxygen pipes tucked in hismouth and nose.His beautiful eyes still remain closed.Dear Prophet!Ever since you said that the hollyspirits...

16 August 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Reviewed by Ubaji Isiaka Abubakar Eazy - Nigeria *About the book*Homesick in Paradise is a wonderfully written novel that you can’t read once and drop but read it time and time again. The lead story has a personal emotional touch that draws you so close to empathizing with an eleven year old character, Enemona, who couldn’t bear the heat of his mother’s death, decides to break barrier in order to have a spiritual verbal communion with the dead mother. Would the dead mother respond in a...

14 August 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Okola,Just because you caught me makinglove with another man in the cornerof our kitchen,Does not mean that I'm a slut.How many times have I foundother women's lipsticks on thecollar of your white shirts? Eeh?Okola,When you found me kissing ayounger man in oursugarcane plantationthe other day,You did not have to call me all sortsof dirty names!!After all... you equally play all sortsof dirty games.Is it not your child that Akello mysister is carrying in her belly? Eeh?Okola,You who goes for...

04 August 2017 » Kenyan Poet

My daughter,now that you are ten years of ageand nipples have sprouted fromthe surface of your untapped chest,You are no longer mine.I will marry you off to OjwangAn elderly but wealthy man whomwe betrothed you to when you were young.But before that,You must go through circumcision!as required by the ways of our tradition.My daughter,Now that you can cook and fetchliters of waters from rivers that aremeters aways from home,You are no longer mine.It's time to become a parent,And showcase your...

02 August 2017 » Kenyan Poet

My children,We must run.We must pack our clothes inplastic bags and run out of town.If we don't,Our enemies shall cut off our throatsand feed our flesh to the dogs.Opiyo my son,You will carry our last bornon your back while I carryour heavily loaded bags.When you get tired, Achieng is here... she will help you.My children,We must run as fast as we canfrom this burning town.You saw how bullets were sprayedIn the stomach of your dad!They ripped off his intestines andtucked them inside his mouth....

29 July 2017 » Kenyan Poet

When I left home,I did not know that my work wouldbe cleaning the kennel of mymaster's adored dog.I knew I was coming for a white collar job. But on arrival,My master's old father pooed in his pants,Part of my job was to clean them.My other job was to wipe his private parts and cover them gentlyin soft napkins. When I left home,I promised my girlfriend that I'll beback for her.I wiped the tears that lingered in her eyes with my thumb. I told her not to cry.When she crys, I usually start to cry...

29 July 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Welcome to our country!Have you ever been here before?Are there towers in the place you callhome?My bad.Is it true that where you come fromthere's no money?Will you taste our tea made of milkand honey?Hmmmm.... Do you love it?Good!Was this your first time to fly in a plane?Oh ma Gad!!!!Have you ever been inside afirst class electric train?Are there traffic lights in the place you came from?Hmmmm.... do they function?Good!Have you ever seen snowflakesbefore?Do you experience winter in the place...

28 July 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Any time when I look at my shadow,I usually see the image of the lateOdwor pointing a finger at me. I feel like he knows I'm the onewho poisoned his meal. Yesterday when I made love toOdwor's wife,he appeared in her eyes with foamon the sharp ends of his mouth. in my efforts to ran for my lifethrough the window,I forgot all my clothes in the houseof the beautiful widow.....!Any time when I look at myself inthe mirror,mbu!!!I usually see Odwor's reflection.With tears in his eyes and huge cotton...

25 July 2017 » Kenyan Poet

My daughter,I want to teach you how to become a woman!I do not want you to end up likeKaren.The naughty girl who loiters aroundthe village with blouses that unravel the rings on her navel.....I want you to put on dresses that willhide your toes and ankles.Do not put me to shame when you pass in front of your uncles.My daughter,I want to teach you how to become a woman!That's why I am taking you to a bigschool.I want you to peruse through the pages of all bulky books.I will not allow you to end...

24 July 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Look at what fashion has done to myson...He has coated his teeth with an ironsheet that sparkles.When he walks, he limps as if he has bad scars inone of his ankles.look at what fashion has done to my son...He wears trousers that uncover thecleavage of his bushy behind. The rings that dangle on the tip ofhis tongue resemble those of atypical international thug. Look at what fashion has done to my son...He walks with women who look likefierce phantoms. They have bleached faces, bluelipsticks,...

23 July 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Oluoch,I beg you to please marry me. I beg you to please take this ring andput it on my finger. Don't worry about the price of mywedding gown....I will buy it. Oluoch,I know I have wrinkles and I'm old.But just marry me I beg. My heart is as pure as gold. Don't worry about the expenses ofour honeymoon...I will cater for them.Oluoch,Look at my friends! They all have husband's andchildren.I am not asking for much.I want us to do our wedding in anyavailable church.Oluoch, Don't even worry about...

17 July 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Dear medicine man, I need your help.My husband always comes home inthe middle of the night.He always ignores meals that I tookhours to prepare...When I ask him where he was,He usually looks at me with eyesthat want to start a silly war.I suspect that my husband ischeating on me with a silly whore.Dear medicine man!Anytime when I'm not near, And my husband attempts to cheat on me,I want you to totally make hismanhood disappear. If the tongue of a snail and the penisof an ant is what you want, I...

14 July 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Daudi my husband,Is it true that when you died -you left five pregnant women behind? Please wake up from your grave andsee for yourself.... Two of them are here!The first one has removed all her clothes. She says that you promised to buyher a big plot abroad.She has reduced our home into avillage circus. Everyone is laughing at her hairy anus. The second one has climbed on theapex of our avocado tree.If she won't get part of your wealth, She has threatened to kill herself...Wake up from your...

12 July 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Ong'ayoYou have committed the worst crimeever in the history of our country.Why did you steal your neighbor's poultry?Even politicians who loot billionsfrom the public are not asFilthy as you.Therefore, we will set them free.As for you - we will cut off yourscrotum with a plies,and roast it in a fierce fire -Then give it to you to eat as apunishment.Ong'ayo,Tell this court....Who told you to steal your neighbor's chicken?The kind of crime you've committedis not a joke.Our court has never...

11 July 2017 » Kenyan Poet

There are stains of another woman'slipstick on the collar of myhusband's shirt.But that has not broken my heart!After all, His brother is the real father of our new born child....We are all liars. If my husband will arrive in the middle of the night...And give me deaf ears when I askfor my conjugal right.I will not get mad. After all,His brother nurses my scars in his absence. I will therefore maintain my silence.For we are all liars.Yesterday when my husband slept out,My heart did not get hurt...

08 July 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Amayo,When reading your eulogy,I will not say that you once molested your little niece. I will say that indeed you were a statesman That you used to be a symbol of peace.Amayo,When reading your eulogy,I will not say that you are the onewho bewitched your neighbor.The one whose child died while hiswife was going through labor. I will say you were a great man of God.And that is why to the heavensyou've been called. Amayo, Do you remember how I found you on top of your older brothers wife? When...

11 June 2017 » Kenyan Poet

my peopleI've returned to you again,please come and attend my campaignif you promise to give me your votes,I will give you thousands of notes.within the first ninety days of my reign,I'll petition God to pour down some rain.I will also put tarmac on our roadsand take all of you abroad...my peopleI've returned to you again,please come and attend my campaign.if in power you'll make me remain,I will give you bottles of champagnewithin the first ninety days in office,you will shift from your huts...

08 June 2017 » Kenyan Poet

When I fell in love with Achiengeverything we did was perfectanytime when we walked in the coldI would make her put on my jacketbut now things have changedher beauty has faded awaywhen she shrinks and say she feels coldI roll eyes and say "so what?"When I fell in love with AchiengI would come back home earlyshe would serve me mushroom and ugalithen ask "are you satisfied honey?"but things are not the sameand we don't even know who to blamewhen I sleep with her in bedI forget how it feels to...

08 June 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Okumu my son,please give me a grandchild...I want to carry them in my handsbefore they lay me down to the sands.Even if you'll go out of your way,and make love to Akoya,the mad woman who runs naked,so be it.Okumu my son,please give me a grandchild...you are no longer a boyand your manhood is not a toyEven if you'll go out of your wayAnd make love to Wanjikuthe woman who roasts maize at the main road,so be it!Okumu my son,please sire for me a grandchild...you are working and you're learnedI know...

04 June 2017 » Kenyan Poet

The girl of my dreams slept with me last night.she gently took my hand and placed it on her breast. we kissed without a fight as I climbed on top of her waistthere was wetness in her nest - where my manhood was to rest.The girl of my dream slept with me in my bedjust before I dug her with my manhood, she closed her beautiful legs.I told her "honey cooperate... If I sleep like this I'll be dead"she smiled and held my manhood, and told me to just insert the head.The girl of my dreams slept with...

31 May 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Dear Teressa,anytime when I want to say "I love you"my tongue usually hides behind the gaps of my teeth.my lungs will start to wither, and my nostrils will forget to breathe.As if all that is not enough,my bladder will be pressed by urinewhile my behind will sweat and turn humid.Teressa my love,during such times, I may look quite stupidDear Teressa,anytime when I want to say "I love you"mbu!my tiny heart usually feels like tumbling from my chestI usually find my lips fumbling and mumbling...

29 May 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Okoth bought me a sweet,then told me to follow him to his hut.He begged me to kindly take a seatand watch any movie that I want.Mom had gone for a meetingdad was drinking at the pubI slowly started dizzyingOkoth said "let's take a nap"Okoth carried me to his bedhe hurriedly removed my panthe said if I shout I'll be deadas he held a huge penis in his handsMom had gone for a meetingdad was drinking at the pubI silently started weeping,and suddenly my buttocks were grabbedOkoth tore my behindI...

15 May 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Owinyo,before your tongue tastes the sweat of my lips..before you explore the inside of my humongous hips,tell me.... who am I to you? you only call me "baby"but you treat me a like any other lady.I thought we would get married maybe...but it looks like you're not even readyOwinyo,before your hands contour my hinds....before you enjoy what my thrilling thong hidestell me.... who am I to you? you only speak of my beautywhen you mention my miraculous booty,now you're itching to undress me in a...

25 April 2017 » Kenyan Poet

In this city whose charms have fledI took a walk along ruins painted redAmong the ruble I picked a letter and it read“Here in the damp of a lost warOn a paper soaked with blood and sweatAnd a pen with a burnt endI write this letter to youIs how the end of my days is spentThe pen grows heavier than my gunFor homely regards absent loveWould be just ink stains upon some lineI would set it on a raven’s clawsAnd whisper your name to its earsBut all this love will tire its wings and weigh it downSo I...

05 April 2017 » Kenyan Poet

I am made in Africa!I love it when I go for long calls near tall trees.then wipe my buttocks with a bunch of huge leaves.I am made in Africa!I love it when I urinate at the back of my hutespecially when dawn cracks and in the middle of the night.I am made in Africa!I love it when I seduce a woman from a sugar cane plantation.....when I suckle her pawpaw breasts as she sighs with affection.I, am made, in Africa!I love it when I lick my plate immediately after eating.I don't eat with spoons even...

31 March 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Gaudencia has bought me a castleit's floor has marbled tilesshe says that I'm too young to hustleshe has given me pounds in piles.Even if I am young and she's oldand her mouth has been left with one toothher heart is as pure as goldwhen I kiss her, her wrinkles become smooth.Gaudencia has bought me a vehicleshe said she'll teach how to driveshe said that I make her feel specialI'm her bee and her centre is my hiveeven if her head is baldand white hair has grown in her noseI will still introduce...

29 March 2017 » Kenyan Poet

people,before you stone me to death..before I kick the air and gasp for my last breath...I beg you to listen to my confession.I am not the one who slept with Chebet.Chebet is the one who slept with me.She called me to her house to renovate her bed,then stripped herself naked and said "what do you see?"what I first saw was the centre of a woman.my manhood then erected because I'm also human.Chebet didn't tell me that indeed she's married.she just told me to climb her and so I humbly hurried....

29 March 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Rumour has it that any time when I travel to the city,Akoth, my long time wife, usually do things that are fishy.that there's a man she's been sleeping with in my bedwho's been eating my slices of bread.I'll therefore travel to the village in the morning,then storm into the house without knocking.If I'll find the man sleeping with my AkothI will grab a sharp dagger and stub them both.Rumour has it that my children are not even mine.that - one looks like our pastor when he yawnswhile other one...

26 March 2017 » Kenyan Poet

I am the people's favourite harlot.my heart is bigger than the size of my buttocks.men who've climbed me will tell you that I'm not choosy.They'll tell you I have a goldmine in the tail end of my pussy.I'm the people's most loved slut.men line up at my brothel just to have what I hide in my skirt.my love is totally unbound and knows no races,I sleep with blacks, whites, and men with faceless faces.I'm the people's treasured whore.when I open my oily legs - men run away from their homes.those...

23 March 2017 » Kenyan Poet

If I'll go to the job interview tomorrow,I will not wear my long dress.If I try to put on my long dress,The employer will not get impressed.I will therefore wear a short skirtAnd while sitting,I'll put my legs apart.If he asks me "woman what do you really want?"I will grab his manhood and put it in my cunt.When I go to the job interview tomorrow,I will not even carry my certificate.If I carry any of my certificates,I'll be in trouble - for none is legitimateI will therefore carry my beauty,In...

22 March 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Dear honey,if both of us are horny,then what are we waiting for?we both have an agenda to push.so let us not beat around the bush.If I'll help you remove your lingeriethen my fingers have to slither in your clitories.Dear sweetheart...If the centre of your thighs is wetting,and my penis is standing and sweating,then what are we waiting for?we can start it off by snoggingand I won't mind the position of a doggy.My boo,what is it that you want me to do?If your nipples have gotten hard,then I...

02 January 2017 » Kenyan Poet

Residents of Malanga constituency,I am asking you to give me another term,You have seen my slack record for the past five years,If you give me another term I will continue with the same zeal to bring development in this area,Do not be distracted by poverty-stricken, power-hungry aspirants who are tarnishing my name in a bid to get political mileage,As for me, I will let my slack record to speak on my behalf.When I assumed office,the first thing I did was to construct a sign board for our health...

26 December 2016 » Kenyan Poet

When I went to the village for Christmas,I did not tell Awinja that I'm married.I stopped my hired vehicle,And asked her "do you want to be carried?" I told her "Awinja you look nice"She gasped and said "mh! those are lies" She claimed that my vehicle looks cuteThen we banged at the back of the bootWhen I went to the village for ChristmasI did not drink water from the river.I said that my throat has an allergyAnd that their water will poison my liver.Girls looked at my huge phone with blissSome...

14 December 2016 » Kenyan Poet

Akello,If you want to go to America,Go at your own risk.As for me,I will still remain here.Planting potatoesAnd brewing more beer.Akello,Did you not hear?That the president of America is abusive!And that he grabs people wives by their pussy?Don't go before giving it a thought!Black people like you get shot.Akello!You who has a visa stumped on your passport...If you want to go to America,I will give you generous escort.But as I go back to feed my hen,You'll be washing the buttocks of old men....

10 December 2016 » Kenyan Poet

My Fellow clansmen,Who among you will marry Khayesi?Khayesi has a masters degree,The size of her brain has increased.When I said she has a nice nail on her toe,She sighed and said "really! I know."And even before I welcomed her to my hutShe drove off and broke my tiny heart.My Fellow clansmen,If you want to approach Khayesi,Do it at your own risk. Khayesi, has a masters - degree.She is not like Phyllis,Who can lend you her center for freeJust because of buying her a sweet.If you approach...

09 December 2016 » Kenyan Poet

The things Obilo said before we slept together were a lie.All he wanted to have was just a piece of my pie.I told him "Obilo I'm a virgin. We can only do this if we'll marry"But he said that I don't need to worry as he removed my dress in a hurryThe things Obilo said before we slept together were a lie.I asked him "Obilo my darling, will you love me until I die?"He grabbed the back of my neck and silence my lips with a peck.Now I'm carrying his baby. When I told him he said "what tha heck!"The...

30 September 2016 » Kenyan Poet

I was having a moment of tranquil on the balcony of my castle. One of my virgin maids was playing the violin. The other one was prickling my neck with the tail end of a soft feather. The other one was washing my feet in a basin of warm water. Right besides my plush fleet of cars, was the unclothed stripper on duty. Her wobbly buttocks dangled in the air as she delightfully twirled down the tall greasy shaft.My throat suddenly throttled! I ordered for a bottle of wine. Just as I popped the wine...

11 September 2016 » Kenyan Poet

 Imelda and I are a date tonight. She has been scheduling to come for her maiden sleepover in my house since last week. She said that she will leave work on time so that we can have an adequate amount of time to cook dinner together, and cuddle, and have a moment of rapture in the kitchen after doing the dishes. She also said that she wants us to watch my choice of movie, and then read a section of the novel she bought before we finally take a nap.What Imelda does not know is that I live in the...

08 September 2016 » Kenyan Poet

~~~~~~~~~~~~~GENRE:  Steampunk Romance~~~~~~~~~~~~~BLURB:Jocelyn Dunkirk is not your typical Victorian lady. She dresses in leather, wears goggles and is not afraid to get a little grease under her fingernails. Gentlemen avoid her like a dirty rivet.Richard Windsor, the Prince of Wales, travels through time to claim Jocelyn's heart, but if it isn't one challenge, it's another. He determines to be a constant, steady presence in her life, hoping to prove he'd make a worthy husband.Jocelyn's...

28 August 2016 » Kenyan Poet

General GuidelinesWelcome to Winning Writers, established in 2001. We are one of the "101 Best Websites for Writers" (Writer's Digest, 2015-2016) and one of the "100 Best Websites for Writers" (The Write Life, 2016).Writers of all ages and nations may enter. The works you submit should be in English. You may submit simultaneously to our contests and to other contests. Please do not submit work that has previously received recognition at Winning Writers.Poetry, story, and essay submissions (book...

27 August 2016 » Kenyan Poet

Yesterday when father came late from the bar,He started slapping mother and wounding her healing scar.Mother went straight to the kitchen, and brought hot water in a jarShe said that today is today... that she'll teach dad how to become a man.Yesterday when mom went to kitchen, and came with hot water in a jar,Daddy said he will beat her to death, and run out of town with her carHe called her the buttocks of a duck, and hit her with a bottle of liquor.Then mom burnt his face with hot water.....

26 August 2016 » Kenyan Poet

Ondiek,On the day of your big wedding there's no single vow that you'll take.I will come with a bottle of urine and pour it on top of your cake.If you hit me with a slap on my face I will open my mouth to confess.How one night you made me undress, got me pregnant, and left me in stress.Ondiek,On the very day of your wedding I will come to the chapel with our daughter.She has huge eyes just like you and she also inherited your stomach.If your wife to be will cause drama, I will hit her until she...

23 August 2016 » Kenyan Poet

Adoyo my daughter!When I told you to be careful with your body,You faked an innocent face and acted as if you were nodding.But now look,Your stomach is bigger than the pot that I use to cook.And you have now made it a habit,That every night before you sleep you must vomit.Adoyo my daughter!Did I not tell you that sex before marriage is a sin?That your dress should cover your ankles, and your thighs should never be seen...!But you still exposed your legs like meat for sell in a butchery.Now you...

14 August 2016 » Kenyan Poet

It's at night and I'm staring through the window,I am waiting for Ondiek to arrive.I am ready to become a widow,I shall chop off his penis with a knife.Ondiek has a woman in my car,Whose breasts have mushroomed from her blouse.He is kissing her and salting my scar,She is touching him in front of my house.It's at night and I'm starring through the window,I have dug Ondiek's grave at the backyard.I am ready to become a widow,I won't feed and cloth a bastard.If Ondiek says "darling I'm home"I won'...

04 August 2016 » Kenyan Poet

Aseda slapped me again....He said I have maggots in my brain.He even called me a dog,And hacked me with an axe like a log.When we met he would say I'm his jewel,He was epitome happiness and joy.Now he wrinkles when he looks at my bowel,Just because I can't give birth to a boy.Aseda slept outside again,When he came the next day he said nothing.I asked him "do I deserve this pain"He shouted "motherf**ker, you're boring"When we met he would call me "a rose"I would chuckle when his middle leg rose...

02 August 2016 » Kenyan Poet

My people,Before Obiero comes back in the midnight as usual,I'll must hang on the rope that I tied on the ceiling.This time I'll ensure that our pain is mutual,I have killed all our kids just to hurt Obiero's feelings.Yesterday when Obiero came from the bar,There were two used condoms at the back of his car.I told him "Obiero, you've been absent and I'm starving,What do you look for that you think I'm not having?"My people,Before Obiero comes back yelling,And saying how my center is smelling,I...

02 August 2016 » Kenyan Poet

My fellow kinsmenAnd all that hail from my clanCan you please tell BongozaTo leave me aloneCan't he see I am the age of his daughter.I don't trust the way he looks at meYesterday he winkled a smileI tell you, it was offensiveToday he winked his eye I tell you, it is insultingPlease my kinsmenAnd all that hail from my clanTell him to take his hands off me.Tell him to cut his neck of a giraffeI don't like the way he peeps into my cleavageTell him to stare at his wife'sI believe she has the chest...

25 July 2016 » Kenyan Poet

Yesterday after my dear wife travelled,My sister_in_law made me marvel...Her nipples and navel were unravelled.She cooked dinner in a summarised towel.I pretended I'm watching the telly...But butterflies were flapping in my belly.My sister_in_law said "baby,I've been burnt and I ask you to help me" Yesterday when my dear wife was missing,I had nostalgia and it kept on increasing.Her sister sat on me while we were eating,And the next thing I knew we were kissing.I told her "my sister, this is...

23 July 2016 » Kenyan Poet

Okumu has a woman in my house,They're romancing while I'm roaming like a mouse.If he ever sends me to this darknessI will click my tongue and tell him "nonsense"Last time they slept in my bed,They left contours of their buttocks on my blanket.They forgot their condoms and fled,They left blood on the sheet in my bucket!Okumu has a woman in my house,I remember the color of her blouse.While Okumu gets shelter in her centerI am freezing and I don't have a sweaterLast time they slept in my bed,It...

21 July 2016 » Kenyan Poet

TruephenaYou whose hands have soft palms and long nails...Why did you fall in love with me?My shoulders are sharp and my chest is flat,You stay in a mansion while I live in a hut.When you kissed my dry lips my heart felt flattered,When I walked with you in torn shoes nothing even matteredTruephenaYou whose dog eats better than I do,Why did you fall in love with me?You sleep in a posh bed while  I sleep on a potholed floorYou're surrounded by metallic gates while my hut has a grass thatched door...

14 July 2016 » Kenyan Poet

Khatioli my love...when I went to Kapsonoi market today,I bumped into a seller of shoes.He had beautiful rubbers on display,So I bought a pair for you.Khatioli, my love.... I wish I had so much moneyI would buy you a diamond ring.I would take you to a princely valley,Where birds flap their wings as they sing.Khatioli, my petal.... as I came from Kapsonoi market today,I decided that I'll cook dinner for you.So I bought these carrots on my way,To spice up the taste of our stew.Khatioli, my petal...

11 July 2016 » Kenyan Poet

Okudo...Even if I've been buried in this grave,And the flesh that covered my bones has rotten,Don't turn my lovely wife into your cave.You have a home that you seem to have forgotten...Obiero,Just because I died and I'm gone,Don't hunger for the wealth that I left!I have children who think you are a thorn,And they'll stub you to death with your theft.Oluoch!You who poisoned my drink because of greed,Just to get the promotion that was mine,Are you at peace with the fruits of your deeds?While you...

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