I had to do this for creative writing, and since this site is severely lacking, I figured I'd give it a shot.
For my Creative uandishi Class
The Faith Healer
He alisema to her, “I can cure you.”
Wide eyed and desperate, she believed him. She had been to doctors, and hospitals, and oncologists galore. And his hands were soft, and his eyes inviting. She trembled in his embrace as he tried to soothe her aching fears.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she breathed, her chest rattling with effort.
He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair, holding onto her as if his own life depended on it. She pulled her arms up against her chest, her pallid skin moist with cold sweat as she buried her face in his shoulder and he sang to her, in honey-sweet harmonies, and she felt her agony dissolve into a black pool onto the floor. He laid her gently onto the kitanda when he felt her stop trembling, but he didn’t let her go because her chest was still rising and falling in a steady, slumbering rhythm. He continued to sing, his amber tones coating her in a blanket of warmth. She had faith, and she trusted him like she trusted God. And soon enough, her chest rose and fell for one last time, and then she remained still.
And he kept his promise.
Haunted
She said, “You know why you’re doing this, don’t you? Because wewe can never let go otherwise.” But he just closed his eyes and looked away, pretending not to see her. She persisted, but never touched him. “Years and years of devotion. I upendo you. We had vows. And now, wewe can’t even look at me. Because wewe will never let it go.”
She won’t let me, he thought bitterly, but merely shook his head, continuing to ignore her golden hair and piercing gray gaze. He collected his papers and licked his chapped lips, straightening his tie.
“This is our home,” she begged. “Our life. I lived and died in that house. Gordon, please, wewe upendo it like I do. I just want to go nyumbani again, Gordon. If wewe do this, I won’t have anywhere to go.”
The sooner I do this, the sooner she will be gone, and the sooner I can mend the pieces of the soul she shattered, he insisted. He took a deep breath and smiled, straightening up in his chair.
She touched him and he felt her ice cold hand on his. “Gordon, wewe can’t do this to me, to us. We’re supposed to be together forever. Forever is a long time.”
For an instant, he remembered her, how she used to be, young, sweet, free, alive. He remembered the house, the first time he carried her over the threshold, the first time they made upendo on their bedroom floor because they hadn’t moved in yet, and the time he came nyumbani and found her motionless with glass eyes on the couch, staring at something he would never see. And that was all he needed.
He yanked his arm away from her, stood up abruptly and threw the papers down on the table. The men looked at him curiously.
“Burn it to the ground,” he alisema and left the room.
Bus Stop
She was just sitting there, waiting for the bus, kicking her feet back and forth on the bench as she bit her lip and folded her arms, trying to keep warm. She sighed, and the smoky tendrils of her warm breath lingered momentarily in the air before disappearing. She was sitting on her math textbook in order to avoid touching the bench.
And then he sat down beside her.
Her eyes darted sideways at him, but when he turned his head, they darted away. She felt his eyes lingering on her shoulders, so turned her head tentatively to glance at him bashfully, and he looked away sharply. She’d skipped breakfast. He offered her a granola bar. She suggested they mgawanyiko, baidisha it.
They smiled.
Soon enough, Eric, who was in the sixth grade, came a long, and started to tease them both. He moved a little further down the bench and she hung her head low, her face burning as Eric called her a nerdy little fourth-grader with a puppy dog crush.
And then, the bus came. She looked up at him, but he avoided her eyes. Eric got on the bus first and she followed, tears welling in her eyes. But as she took her first step on the bus, she felt something small and cold slip into her bare hands. She looked down and saw that it was his raw, pink hand that was clasping hers.
They smiled.
Ambulance
It started very simply. I crashed. It was eerie… and then all I could think of was the pain. Yeah, they say wewe go all spiritual and see bright lights and noises, have your life flash before your eyes… No. wewe feel the pain. You’d think there’d be more. I wanted to see my life flash before my eyes, I wanted to see a light at the end of the tunnel, I wanted to hear crazy voices. But it hurt too much to think.
“We need to take him upstairs.”
“I’ll call surgery and get them ready.”
wewe see, I can’t tell wewe what it’s like right before wewe die. Maybe it’s the same, maybe it’s different for everyone. But it’s personal. I can’t tell wewe because… Well, I’m not really here to do that. If wewe think about it, I’m not really here at all.
“I don’t know how much zaidi this kid can take. We may need to call it.”
“No. Not again.”
wewe see, I’m not really talking to you. I can’t be. I guess I’m a figment of your imagination. Because I’m dead, Mom. wewe can’t really talk to me anymore.
“What do we tell his parents?”
But wewe know, it’s not so bad. Just don’t worry about it, Mom. I left wewe a poem in a drawer in my end table. It’s not very good, and it’s only one line, but it’s all I’ve got. It says, “I upendo you.”
“That’s it, we’ve done all we can.”
“Call it.”
“Time of death, 12:03.”
El Salvador
Jessica packed her bags at five in the morning with a few changes of clothes, her passport, her toothbrush, and a photograph of her dead father. She crept downstairs to the jikoni where she turned on the light and saw her mother sitting there, in a blue terrycloth robe, nursing her coffee as she watched Jessica. Jessica swallowed, but held her head high as she repositioned her backpack and headed to the fridge where she took out a loaf of bread, two apples, two oranges and three bananas. When she had packed all this in her bag, she turned to her mother and asked her for money.
“What will wewe do with it?” her mother asked.
“I’m running away to El Salvador,” she said.
Her mother blinked, her face inscrutable, and she slid an envelope across the jikoni table. Jessica took it and put it in her backpack. As she headed for the door, her mother called after her. “I’ll miss you, baby.”
Jessica hesitated for less than a sekunde before leaving without a sekunde glance at her mother.
Several hours later, the sun had risen, and tired and tearful, Jessica stumbled through the front door and tripped, landing in her mother’s arms, who held Jessica tightly as she cried.
The Charlatan of the Charleston Theater
He was the best actor they would never hire, au so he claimed to everyone who bothered to ask why he sat outside of the charred, dilapidated building. It had been abandoned for decades, and yet he always offered to take your tickets as wewe passed by. Most walk right kwa him without a sekunde thought. I used to do the same.
And then one day, he called me Isabelle.
“My name is Claire,” I told him simply, quietly, discreetly, hoping that maybe I could be on my way. He made me nervous, this shaggy vagabond that reeked of old milk.
“Isabelle,” he repeated, latching onto my arm. “You walk kwa me everyday, and I never told wewe I’m sorry.”
There was desperation etched deep in his arctic blue eyes, and it reached out frozen hands and gripped my stomach, tying it into knots. “Let me buy wewe a drink,” I muttered, suddenly overwhelmed with compassion as I enveloped his hand in both of mine.
And so he did, and I asked him the maswali no one dared to ask a dangerous vagrant. He told me how after his tenth audition, he had set moto to the theater. Three people sustained severe burns, and one had died, but to this siku he had never confessed, and had never been convicted of arson. At the bottom of the bottle, he gazed at me, with softer eyes and a sweet smile.
“Thank wewe for forgiving me, Isabelle,” he whispered, his voice haggard and rough. “I remember the line wewe alisema in rehearsal as Joan of Arc, before the moto started. wewe said, ‘No one could ever upendo anything as much as I upendo God.’ Well, I just wanted to tell you, Isabelle… God could never love, as much as I upendo you.”
Feel free to critique. I'm no softy. Promise.
For my Creative uandishi Class
The Faith Healer
He alisema to her, “I can cure you.”
Wide eyed and desperate, she believed him. She had been to doctors, and hospitals, and oncologists galore. And his hands were soft, and his eyes inviting. She trembled in his embrace as he tried to soothe her aching fears.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she breathed, her chest rattling with effort.
He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair, holding onto her as if his own life depended on it. She pulled her arms up against her chest, her pallid skin moist with cold sweat as she buried her face in his shoulder and he sang to her, in honey-sweet harmonies, and she felt her agony dissolve into a black pool onto the floor. He laid her gently onto the kitanda when he felt her stop trembling, but he didn’t let her go because her chest was still rising and falling in a steady, slumbering rhythm. He continued to sing, his amber tones coating her in a blanket of warmth. She had faith, and she trusted him like she trusted God. And soon enough, her chest rose and fell for one last time, and then she remained still.
And he kept his promise.
Haunted
She said, “You know why you’re doing this, don’t you? Because wewe can never let go otherwise.” But he just closed his eyes and looked away, pretending not to see her. She persisted, but never touched him. “Years and years of devotion. I upendo you. We had vows. And now, wewe can’t even look at me. Because wewe will never let it go.”
She won’t let me, he thought bitterly, but merely shook his head, continuing to ignore her golden hair and piercing gray gaze. He collected his papers and licked his chapped lips, straightening his tie.
“This is our home,” she begged. “Our life. I lived and died in that house. Gordon, please, wewe upendo it like I do. I just want to go nyumbani again, Gordon. If wewe do this, I won’t have anywhere to go.”
The sooner I do this, the sooner she will be gone, and the sooner I can mend the pieces of the soul she shattered, he insisted. He took a deep breath and smiled, straightening up in his chair.
She touched him and he felt her ice cold hand on his. “Gordon, wewe can’t do this to me, to us. We’re supposed to be together forever. Forever is a long time.”
For an instant, he remembered her, how she used to be, young, sweet, free, alive. He remembered the house, the first time he carried her over the threshold, the first time they made upendo on their bedroom floor because they hadn’t moved in yet, and the time he came nyumbani and found her motionless with glass eyes on the couch, staring at something he would never see. And that was all he needed.
He yanked his arm away from her, stood up abruptly and threw the papers down on the table. The men looked at him curiously.
“Burn it to the ground,” he alisema and left the room.
Bus Stop
She was just sitting there, waiting for the bus, kicking her feet back and forth on the bench as she bit her lip and folded her arms, trying to keep warm. She sighed, and the smoky tendrils of her warm breath lingered momentarily in the air before disappearing. She was sitting on her math textbook in order to avoid touching the bench.
And then he sat down beside her.
Her eyes darted sideways at him, but when he turned his head, they darted away. She felt his eyes lingering on her shoulders, so turned her head tentatively to glance at him bashfully, and he looked away sharply. She’d skipped breakfast. He offered her a granola bar. She suggested they mgawanyiko, baidisha it.
They smiled.
Soon enough, Eric, who was in the sixth grade, came a long, and started to tease them both. He moved a little further down the bench and she hung her head low, her face burning as Eric called her a nerdy little fourth-grader with a puppy dog crush.
And then, the bus came. She looked up at him, but he avoided her eyes. Eric got on the bus first and she followed, tears welling in her eyes. But as she took her first step on the bus, she felt something small and cold slip into her bare hands. She looked down and saw that it was his raw, pink hand that was clasping hers.
They smiled.
Ambulance
It started very simply. I crashed. It was eerie… and then all I could think of was the pain. Yeah, they say wewe go all spiritual and see bright lights and noises, have your life flash before your eyes… No. wewe feel the pain. You’d think there’d be more. I wanted to see my life flash before my eyes, I wanted to see a light at the end of the tunnel, I wanted to hear crazy voices. But it hurt too much to think.
“We need to take him upstairs.”
“I’ll call surgery and get them ready.”
wewe see, I can’t tell wewe what it’s like right before wewe die. Maybe it’s the same, maybe it’s different for everyone. But it’s personal. I can’t tell wewe because… Well, I’m not really here to do that. If wewe think about it, I’m not really here at all.
“I don’t know how much zaidi this kid can take. We may need to call it.”
“No. Not again.”
wewe see, I’m not really talking to you. I can’t be. I guess I’m a figment of your imagination. Because I’m dead, Mom. wewe can’t really talk to me anymore.
“What do we tell his parents?”
But wewe know, it’s not so bad. Just don’t worry about it, Mom. I left wewe a poem in a drawer in my end table. It’s not very good, and it’s only one line, but it’s all I’ve got. It says, “I upendo you.”
“That’s it, we’ve done all we can.”
“Call it.”
“Time of death, 12:03.”
El Salvador
Jessica packed her bags at five in the morning with a few changes of clothes, her passport, her toothbrush, and a photograph of her dead father. She crept downstairs to the jikoni where she turned on the light and saw her mother sitting there, in a blue terrycloth robe, nursing her coffee as she watched Jessica. Jessica swallowed, but held her head high as she repositioned her backpack and headed to the fridge where she took out a loaf of bread, two apples, two oranges and three bananas. When she had packed all this in her bag, she turned to her mother and asked her for money.
“What will wewe do with it?” her mother asked.
“I’m running away to El Salvador,” she said.
Her mother blinked, her face inscrutable, and she slid an envelope across the jikoni table. Jessica took it and put it in her backpack. As she headed for the door, her mother called after her. “I’ll miss you, baby.”
Jessica hesitated for less than a sekunde before leaving without a sekunde glance at her mother.
Several hours later, the sun had risen, and tired and tearful, Jessica stumbled through the front door and tripped, landing in her mother’s arms, who held Jessica tightly as she cried.
The Charlatan of the Charleston Theater
He was the best actor they would never hire, au so he claimed to everyone who bothered to ask why he sat outside of the charred, dilapidated building. It had been abandoned for decades, and yet he always offered to take your tickets as wewe passed by. Most walk right kwa him without a sekunde thought. I used to do the same.
And then one day, he called me Isabelle.
“My name is Claire,” I told him simply, quietly, discreetly, hoping that maybe I could be on my way. He made me nervous, this shaggy vagabond that reeked of old milk.
“Isabelle,” he repeated, latching onto my arm. “You walk kwa me everyday, and I never told wewe I’m sorry.”
There was desperation etched deep in his arctic blue eyes, and it reached out frozen hands and gripped my stomach, tying it into knots. “Let me buy wewe a drink,” I muttered, suddenly overwhelmed with compassion as I enveloped his hand in both of mine.
And so he did, and I asked him the maswali no one dared to ask a dangerous vagrant. He told me how after his tenth audition, he had set moto to the theater. Three people sustained severe burns, and one had died, but to this siku he had never confessed, and had never been convicted of arson. At the bottom of the bottle, he gazed at me, with softer eyes and a sweet smile.
“Thank wewe for forgiving me, Isabelle,” he whispered, his voice haggard and rough. “I remember the line wewe alisema in rehearsal as Joan of Arc, before the moto started. wewe said, ‘No one could ever upendo anything as much as I upendo God.’ Well, I just wanted to tell you, Isabelle… God could never love, as much as I upendo you.”
Feel free to critique. I'm no softy. Promise.
The silence is deafening
There’s nothing to fill the void.
The creatures of the night torture,
The pain they create, enjoyed.
There is no happiness au laughter,
She will soon throw in the towel.
The monsters are lurking,
In the dark they prowl.
Emptiness builds a nyumbani in this girl,
A deepening sea of black.
The shadows of the twilight,
Are now ready to attack.
She has finally aliyopewa up,
Her demons have won.
She picks up the kisu and slits her wrists,
Her life is done.
This is like, the first time I've written a poem so I really hope wewe liked it :)
There’s nothing to fill the void.
The creatures of the night torture,
The pain they create, enjoyed.
There is no happiness au laughter,
She will soon throw in the towel.
The monsters are lurking,
In the dark they prowl.
Emptiness builds a nyumbani in this girl,
A deepening sea of black.
The shadows of the twilight,
Are now ready to attack.
She has finally aliyopewa up,
Her demons have won.
She picks up the kisu and slits her wrists,
Her life is done.
This is like, the first time I've written a poem so I really hope wewe liked it :)
my Bff wrote this and she made me feel happy to be my and every one should be happy to be their selfs
C is for the Courage
O is for my Outstanding mind
N is Never saying never
F is for Finding out who I am
I is for Individuality
D is for Differences
E is for an Everlasting smile
N is for Nobody else quite like me
C is Congeniality
E is for Earning the strength that I have
I go to sleep happy because i am me
i go to sleep happy because i have the confence to be me!
C is for the Courage
O is for my Outstanding mind
N is Never saying never
F is for Finding out who I am
I is for Individuality
D is for Differences
E is for an Everlasting smile
N is for Nobody else quite like me
C is Congeniality
E is for Earning the strength that I have
I go to sleep happy because i am me
i go to sleep happy because i have the confence to be me!
i didnt write this is. but i decided 2 put it on here.
I am suffocating
And I just need to breath
I'm somertherd under all this pressure
I must be realived.
Nothing I do is right
Nothing they say is fair
I cry and scream and throw a fit
But no one seems to care.
Nobody will listen
To what I have to say.
My life is not important,
Yet i'm liveing everyday.
I can't do what I want
I cannot stay out late
Here I sit and write this poem
To release my pain and hate.
I'm confused and I'm alone
I'm Lost in my mind.
No one will tafuta beyond my looks
To see what they might find inside.
So many thoughts confuse me,
Feelings I can't perceive,
In this time of adolescence
And I just need to leave.
None of this makes sence
None of this seems real.
And noone understands
The emotions that i feel.
I'm still suffocating
And I stil need to breath.
I'm smotherd under my feelings
Let me be relived.
I am suffocating
And I just need to breath
I'm somertherd under all this pressure
I must be realived.
Nothing I do is right
Nothing they say is fair
I cry and scream and throw a fit
But no one seems to care.
Nobody will listen
To what I have to say.
My life is not important,
Yet i'm liveing everyday.
I can't do what I want
I cannot stay out late
Here I sit and write this poem
To release my pain and hate.
I'm confused and I'm alone
I'm Lost in my mind.
No one will tafuta beyond my looks
To see what they might find inside.
So many thoughts confuse me,
Feelings I can't perceive,
In this time of adolescence
And I just need to leave.
None of this makes sence
None of this seems real.
And noone understands
The emotions that i feel.
I'm still suffocating
And I stil need to breath.
I'm smotherd under my feelings
Let me be relived.
Running past my friends
Running down these halls
Running past my fam-il-y
Has worked upon them all
I wish wewe could see me now
(chorus)
Trying to be as good as I can
Trying to be what I am
Trying to be everything wewe told me 'bout
Trying to be a person in this bila mpangilio world we live in
Its hard its hard
I'm trying
Walking back from school
Walking back from class
Walking back from the su-per-mar-ket
Is better than I planned
I want wewe to see me now
(chorus)
Even though wewe never call
Even though wewe never email
I hope wewe can see me now
I hope wewe can see me now
wewe CAN SEE ME NOW!!!
(chorus)
Trying
I'm trying
Trying
I'm trying
Trying
Running down these halls
Running past my fam-il-y
Has worked upon them all
I wish wewe could see me now
(chorus)
Trying to be as good as I can
Trying to be what I am
Trying to be everything wewe told me 'bout
Trying to be a person in this bila mpangilio world we live in
Its hard its hard
I'm trying
Walking back from school
Walking back from class
Walking back from the su-per-mar-ket
Is better than I planned
I want wewe to see me now
(chorus)
Even though wewe never call
Even though wewe never email
I hope wewe can see me now
I hope wewe can see me now
wewe CAN SEE ME NOW!!!
(chorus)
Trying
I'm trying
Trying
I'm trying
Trying
Save the Happy memories
A sadness washes over me,
overtaking the things that once made me happy,
Save them from this consuming sorrow,
save them from the consequences that are yet to follow,
save them from me,
save them from what i soon shall be,
Save them from these unholy measures,
Save them from satins pleasures,
Hear their pleas for help,
hear them, they cannot help themselves.
A Hazardous pain washes through my body,
Leaving my insides all bloody,
i am falling apart,
The memories are bleeding away fast,
save them from this torture,
for their is a happier future,
in due time it will come,
and then, the rain of sadness will be overwhelmed with the happiness that has overcome
i wrote this after i found out that my sleeping problems where getting worse.. and yuh.. its kinda horrid...
A sadness washes over me,
overtaking the things that once made me happy,
Save them from this consuming sorrow,
save them from the consequences that are yet to follow,
save them from me,
save them from what i soon shall be,
Save them from these unholy measures,
Save them from satins pleasures,
Hear their pleas for help,
hear them, they cannot help themselves.
A Hazardous pain washes through my body,
Leaving my insides all bloody,
i am falling apart,
The memories are bleeding away fast,
save them from this torture,
for their is a happier future,
in due time it will come,
and then, the rain of sadness will be overwhelmed with the happiness that has overcome
i wrote this after i found out that my sleeping problems where getting worse.. and yuh.. its kinda horrid...
How did I get here?
where do I go from here,
How did I get here?
I thought I was in control, I though I knew where to go.
How did I get here
were did I go wrong?
I was in control before all this happend.
I was stupied to take those actions
i wish i could go back
but I can't change the past
how did I get here?
what path do I take, which is the right way.
i thought I knew where to go
but I ws wrong, where do I go now?
where do I go?
i was all alone with nowere to go.
It seemed like no one cared
I was in a dark place
but then I saw the light.
How did I get here?
what have I done to myself?
why did I do this
where do I go now
Who do I trust.
My parents au my freinds?
should I speek up,
au stay quite.
should I get help
au destroy my life.
How did I get here?
kwa Edward_lover101
where do I go from here,
How did I get here?
I thought I was in control, I though I knew where to go.
How did I get here
were did I go wrong?
I was in control before all this happend.
I was stupied to take those actions
i wish i could go back
but I can't change the past
how did I get here?
what path do I take, which is the right way.
i thought I knew where to go
but I ws wrong, where do I go now?
where do I go?
i was all alone with nowere to go.
It seemed like no one cared
I was in a dark place
but then I saw the light.
How did I get here?
what have I done to myself?
why did I do this
where do I go now
Who do I trust.
My parents au my freinds?
should I speek up,
au stay quite.
should I get help
au destroy my life.
How did I get here?
kwa Edward_lover101
deadly Stares
we watch as days fall apart,
we watch as the innocent soul of a broken moyo continues on its path,
we watch as two lovers part,
we watch as the memories they shared together are torn up,
we watch as their hearts freeze at that very moment their eyes turn to the dead of the night,
we see the days turning to nights,
we see the innocence in a heart-broken souls fights,
we see the sorrows in a couple turning to burnt out lights,
we see the loved memories disappear into the consuming darkness of the night,
we see the misery in a lonely souls life,
our eyes focus on the dead of the day,
our eyes focus on the souls left to the undiscovered innocence of their time astray,
out eyes focus on the penetrating sorrows of the one wewe upendo pushing wewe away,
our eyes focus on the precious memories that are left for delay,
our eyes focus on the grief in the unloved's misguiding pathway;
why cant we look away?
is there such thing as enjoying their pain?
we watch as days fall apart,
we watch as the innocent soul of a broken moyo continues on its path,
we watch as two lovers part,
we watch as the memories they shared together are torn up,
we watch as their hearts freeze at that very moment their eyes turn to the dead of the night,
we see the days turning to nights,
we see the innocence in a heart-broken souls fights,
we see the sorrows in a couple turning to burnt out lights,
we see the loved memories disappear into the consuming darkness of the night,
we see the misery in a lonely souls life,
our eyes focus on the dead of the day,
our eyes focus on the souls left to the undiscovered innocence of their time astray,
out eyes focus on the penetrating sorrows of the one wewe upendo pushing wewe away,
our eyes focus on the precious memories that are left for delay,
our eyes focus on the grief in the unloved's misguiding pathway;
why cant we look away?
is there such thing as enjoying their pain?
I set alone in this room.
hopeing that someone will find me.
I set alone in this room,
thinking about all the people that I have hurt.
I set alone in this room,
thinking about what I have done.
What will I do next?
Will they ever let me out!
I've been sitting here for years,
waiting on the people who still upendo me.
I'm waiting for one special person,
the person that I love.
But dose he still loved me?
Will he ever forgive me?
If I had a chace,
to meke things right.
I would go back in time,
and say I'm sorry for what I've done.
Can wewe ever forgive me,
I know that wewe trusted me.
I took advange of you.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
hopeing that someone will find me.
I set alone in this room,
thinking about all the people that I have hurt.
I set alone in this room,
thinking about what I have done.
What will I do next?
Will they ever let me out!
I've been sitting here for years,
waiting on the people who still upendo me.
I'm waiting for one special person,
the person that I love.
But dose he still loved me?
Will he ever forgive me?
If I had a chace,
to meke things right.
I would go back in time,
and say I'm sorry for what I've done.
Can wewe ever forgive me,
I know that wewe trusted me.
I took advange of you.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
