the butterfly smiles

This poem is dedicated to my younger sister Citele. The world has lost a warm, loving soul who was still full of life. May she rest in ease and we shall always look out for her smile.

Citele Poem

you do not die in death

These balloons were released for Citele, RIP dear angel xx

She loved pink and yellow, thus the balloons and the reference to these colours in my poem.

a history, erased

This poem is a gathering of my thoughts following the recent Kenyan elections. Fear, frustration, division, celebrations, calls for peace so that we can “move on”, move on to what? It is not about the elections, this is an inevitable expression of what we have ignored or suppressed over a long period of time.


a history, erased

sounds of vuvuzelas drown echoes of the past
commissioner’s seal blots out history’s ink

grief is indeed a luxury

history begins here

every action, word
every thought, memory
creates my history
while you create yours

which one of our histories will survive
which one shall be suppressed?

don’t look back, nothing to see
move on
move on
you, move out!
move on

“life goes on”
(but somewhere it must reach)

you are a people without history
stick to your geography
boundaries were not sketched without reason

the kind of anger that is visible
a fire that scathes skin
and the kind of anger that simmers silently
filtering through each pore,

what will remain
shall be your history


But, we shall heal….

Do You Remember?

This post is about the poetry group I have recently joined. We are experimenting with different ways of creating poetry, in particular local content. This week’s assignment was a Documentary Poem where we have to use other people’s words and create our own poem.

Find 2 sources and take 8-10 words/phrases/sentences from both and create a 12 line poem in couplets. I was very apprehensive, but once I started I can’t begin to tell you how much fun it was.

My 2 documents were my Twitter TL and lyrics from the song that for some strange reason has been playing in my head of late – One Day at a Time. Well, this is what I came up with:

Do You Remember
do you remember wildlife, oh
what fun “human”

harvesting, one day at a time
vote for change – Otherwise?
yesterday’s gone woman!
corruption spinning

out of dust
tomorrow may never be
mine. healthcare (sweet
jesus) it’s worse now
than then
do you remember


What do you think of this experiment? I seemed to have created something very different and though I have tried to hide behind other people’s words, I still find myself in this poem. Why don’t you give it a try and experience this for yourselves.

Oh and here is the beautiful song, enjoy :)



P.S. If you would be interested in my previous poetry workshop assignments, check out these posts:

A Land, Broken
The Importance of Being an Object
Red Stilettos, and a Pair of Shoes

A Conversation with a Poet

I had shared my poem Unnoticed on Twitter. Only a poet could respond with such precise but eloquent thoughts that left me wordless. Here is a conversation between  and 

light is light
as always bright
darkness she eludes
illusion she deludes
passion she lures
higher she soars
envy she abhors
love she adores

light is feeble, temporary
it can be obstructed
and eventually dies
curiously, enlightenment
leads you to darkness
a place of nothing

without light
there’s no darkness
without sun
there’s no moon
consort of none
she consoles all
she hides
never dies
at tunnel’s end
she’s there

I do not dare respond
Multiple meanings
Between the space
Of each couplet
Leave me dizzied
Poet, I salute you

disciple daren’t thank
master of high rank
at her feet he kneels
in hope he chills
paths may cross
here hereafter
matters it not

undeserving I am
yet undoubtedly grateful
for your compelling words

Many thanks to Professor Shivji for allowing me to share this conversation on my blog.


light remains without weight
and until light is defied
its presence is unnoticed

do you see light?
no! you only see
the effect of light
on what obstructs light

oh, how powerful is this light
that has no significance on its own
(like a religion without followers)

but wait! light is fast, isn’t it?…

and with a smirk of pride
light raced against all creation
but upon reaching
burned with envy, as
darkness was already there
waiting for her

I was reading two different answers about seeing light
Light is the only thing we can see
We inherently cannot see light.
What we see is actually the object on which the light falls.
I chose to write about the latter.
What are your thoughts?
Oh, and I could not resist being a little cheeky about the speed of light :)
These are in fact two poems combined


Inspiration: Sadhguru