The Living Tongue(Trust)

Before the mirror brushing my teeth
  I open my mouth and look inside
    I notice something really intriguing
      The tongue follows the brush
         Whenever it goes involuntarily
             I try to oppose this but fail terribly
                How the tongue doubts the brush
                   A very soft thing only doing a-cleaning
              Yet the very tongue feel so at home
            Surrounded by boney and sharp teeth
        Then I realize something queer
     That the crazy tongue trusts the teeth
   But is always doubtful of the toothbrush
How human-like. How feeble. How ironic.

Regards: Mike Nyunya

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No-longer Shaken

From a lady of iron and will

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I am in this state where I feel like am no longer shaken with anything or anyone. Maybe it is because I no longer have anything left to give that will apparently be new to my system.  I have loved sometimes crazily, or stupidly. I have loved some people who were wrong for me, who never even deserved me and all they left were pangs of pain.I have also loved the good ones that loved me the right way yet unfortunately it was I that had to break their hearts for some unknown reasons.

I have had good friends that have stood by me no matter what and also in the way I have met fake ones that only smile with you yet they are planning to destroy you at the same time or those that stick around when it is convenient for them.

I have lost too. I have…

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Window-Shop Love

A new shop has opened in the neighborhood

Just the other day, or before that

As I was taking a walk, an evening fitness

The weather chilly thanks to the rain

I took a glimpse in, and then our eyes caught

I froze in step , you smiled, a funny smile

I thought it was cute and warm

Just like those I see in Japanese restaurant anime maids

I smiled back, a weird smile,or maybe I did not

But I felt my muscles responsible for smiling move

 

Your face was so dainty, delicate and cute

That black well made hair, just from a blow drier

Blowing gently by the slight evening breeze

I stepped closer, close enough to see your body

My eyes were glued to that pure beauty…

Or should I say beauty beyond beauty?

And the grace by which you moved towards me

You must have said “welcome dear customer”

But the divinity of your super voice entrapped me

My mind was thinking of words to express your perfection

Or maybe it just froze….but my lips must have moved

I could not tell what I said, I was a prisoner of love

Awestruck, I couldn’t utter anything comprehensible

I must have bought airtime and a type of bread

Because when I came to, I was home with them in hand

Tell me beauty from my fantasy, did I say goodbye?

Did I tell you I love your hair?

Did I say how beautiful you are, beyond fantasy?

Did I praise your figure, or give any compliment?

Did I tell how you have trapped my heart, enslaved it?

To the point that I would do anything, anything to have you?

Fight the world, or make a blueprint for a new planet just for you?

 

I don’t think I did. I was so bewitched by your beauty that I lost words

And my heart palpitates each time I think of you

And my brain has been sweating itself silly thinking of new words

To describe you in perfection, giving you the full praise you deserve

All the words already invented for beauty fail short in your case

 

If I did tell you, I wouldn’t be coming to this place daily

Pretending to buy anything just to look at you

You are the greatest product in this whole world

You would have told me your name

And you would have known that I am Desyn, not dear customer

 

So babe, oh babe from planet Beauty

Just maybe babe

Do you think 

Me and you

Could be a thing?

I’m too overwhelmed by you to approach you

So please get my Love Message

And know how I feel

I will always wait, loving you from a distance

 

p.s your Window-shop Love

 

 

 

 

Will You Be My Lovely?

 

A question to you my long lasted friend
I have been thinking and decided
On bow I want us to be in love
There are only two options to take
Either the exclusive or the open

Dear love, I can’t promise on the exclusive
I’m doubting my faith in myself not to cheat
I know that I’ve taken you for granted
This past two decades of our relationship
And not taken your interests to my heart

Ugali my darling, will you be my lovely
Even though I can’t resist Wheat’s daughters
The ever charming Chapati and Mandazi
Or say NO to Rice’s seduction
Or my neighbor’s Spaghetti?

My Love, you are still the apple of my eye
My source of redemption from hunger
And your unchanging taste of delicacy
Given that tantalizing aroma
But boys will forever be boys;

Dear Love, will you stay by my side
As I stumble and wander and play
Tasting other delicacies
Tell me Ugali my Love, will you be my lovely
While I play the open?

By Mike the Desyn.

 

Ugali- the product of kneeded maize flour in hot water and stirred to taste. Just like the wheat dough.

Dear Asha

Ever since you left Asha

Life has been boring

No movies, no music, no games

Ever since you left Asha

I have lost my self esteem

My insignificance so conspicuous

Ever since you left Asha

Socializing has been hell

And I had to be dependent again

Ever since you left Nokia

I’ve realized what you  meant to me

And my great love for you

Ever since you left Asha

Daily I have been cursing

The hell-bound that took you away

Ever since you left Asha

Nobody has ever been close

And this book knows so

Ever since you left Asha

My new girl is no fun

Please come back to me darling

The Ballad of Desyn and the Stolen Phone

by Mike Nyunya.