"Hello." "Hey long time no talk." "Yea, no, kidding." "Why, do wewe call today?' "Well, wewe know I just need help finding my best friend." "Don't worry sweetie wewe found him. He miss wewe tons." "Really, I wish he knew how much I miss him." "Sweetie, he does. Just remember to smile for him for he smiles for you." "I smile everyday because I know he care about me. Does he want to hear my new poem?" "He always wants to hear your sweet writing."
I have been very lonely since my best friend left me here, in this grove of trees. The nyasi has turned brown and the gravel road is now mud. We no longer wave to each other as we pass each other’s homes, places that felt so salama just a few months ago.
They told me never to give up on them so I haven't. I will never give up on finding my best friend. They may be in the city au out on the lake, but when I call, they always answer.
I sit here in this grove of oak trees, down this muddy road and kwa a patch of dead nyasi watching the sun go down in the west and all I am is waiting on the person I call my best friend.
Going to the bar kwa myself is now the new normal Saturday night. The bartender knows me there. She pours me another shot and tells me that I am on number five. She tells me that she can tell I am trying to heal a broken moyo au a Lost friendship. I nod and tell her she is right, along with that I ask for another and she better make it a double.
My hopes and dreams of finding my best friend get Lost in the rumble of everyday life. Someday I will find them and I will never let them go.
"Sweetie, why do wewe feel like wewe have Lost me?" "Maybe, because I have. We used to have our weekly meetings kwa these trees and now I catch a glimpse of wewe as wewe drive by." "I alisema I was sorry, but for now this is all I can do." "Honey, I get a call once a mwezi and never get a warm hug." "I promise wewe will find your best friend soon and how I know this is because I am your best friend.”
I have been very lonely since my best friend left me here, in this grove of trees. The nyasi has turned brown and the gravel road is now mud. We no longer wave to each other as we pass each other’s homes, places that felt so salama just a few months ago.
They told me never to give up on them so I haven't. I will never give up on finding my best friend. They may be in the city au out on the lake, but when I call, they always answer.
I sit here in this grove of oak trees, down this muddy road and kwa a patch of dead nyasi watching the sun go down in the west and all I am is waiting on the person I call my best friend.
Going to the bar kwa myself is now the new normal Saturday night. The bartender knows me there. She pours me another shot and tells me that I am on number five. She tells me that she can tell I am trying to heal a broken moyo au a Lost friendship. I nod and tell her she is right, along with that I ask for another and she better make it a double.
My hopes and dreams of finding my best friend get Lost in the rumble of everyday life. Someday I will find them and I will never let them go.
"Sweetie, why do wewe feel like wewe have Lost me?" "Maybe, because I have. We used to have our weekly meetings kwa these trees and now I catch a glimpse of wewe as wewe drive by." "I alisema I was sorry, but for now this is all I can do." "Honey, I get a call once a mwezi and never get a warm hug." "I promise wewe will find your best friend soon and how I know this is because I am your best friend.”
I don't believe you.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what wewe give me?
Why did wewe break up with me?
I don't understand.
wewe were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And wewe left me.
wewe abandoned me.
Why did wewe dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, wewe leave me.
Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?
I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what wewe give me?
Why did wewe break up with me?
I don't understand.
wewe were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And wewe left me.
wewe abandoned me.
Why did wewe dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, wewe leave me.
Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?
I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.
When wewe hope,
wewe expect and wish,
wewe have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
wewe don’t want them killed,
Hope makes wewe stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to wewe in life,
Sometimes wewe need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
wewe and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire wewe moyo out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
wewe know what wewe want,
Keep hoping till the END……
wewe expect and wish,
wewe have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
wewe don’t want them killed,
Hope makes wewe stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to wewe in life,
Sometimes wewe need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
wewe and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire wewe moyo out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
wewe know what wewe want,
Keep hoping till the END……
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to songesha on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before wewe can say “Thank you” au “I upendo you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to songesha on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before wewe can say “Thank you” au “I upendo you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
Marafiki Are Forever,so I thought.
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
Marafiki don't back stab you.
Marafiki don't talk behind your back au be pissed off at wewe when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all Marafiki for never.
When we need to go back to being Marafiki FOREVER!
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
Marafiki don't back stab you.
Marafiki don't talk behind your back au be pissed off at wewe when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all Marafiki for never.
When we need to go back to being Marafiki FOREVER!
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The title comes from the description a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd upendo to hear what wewe like au hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The title comes from the description a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd upendo to hear what wewe like au hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl