(Owning my words)
HOLLYWOOD AVENUE Part II
I want to TELL you A STORY about how I was GIFTED with a WONDERful WOMAN
I want YOU to SEE how she transformed me into a FAMILY GUY
It all began when I became the LORD OF THE wedding RING
Whether I was READY OR NOT, I chose to GET OUT of lifestyle ya ubachelor
Because nilishapata the QUEEN to my SLIM.
You can imagine the EUPHORIA on my face whenever I open the door
And my kids come running, shouting: “DADDY’S HOME!”
Hata kama kila time we pull our KNIVES OUT during fights, siwezi kugive up.
I have crossed 21 BRIDGES to get where I am today,
So tell THE BOYS that we can’t be BAD BOYS FOR LIFE
WHEN THEY SEE US wajue this is the kind of MODERN LOVE nimechoose©guttothewordsmith
A wonderful time we are HAVINGI'm shocked that we are still SURVIVINGOh Kichuna napenda vile your body is CURVINGOh why lie, I do love what you're SERVING.Cheki:Kipendacho roho DAWA, mahaba moto Eveready ama Paka POWERSijui ulinipa MADAWA, cause uko sawa ki-Sawa SHOWEREffortlessly whining that waist ni KIPAWA, in this garden mi ni Adam we HAWA.Hands kwa PAJA, hands kwa HAGAThe only way ya kukuvukisha DARAJA, ni kumpa her favourite CHARGERNimeshakupandisha MAHANJAM, let me stop hii dhiki, nikupe FARAJA...©guttothewordsmith
There is A GENDER that can give you an irresistible TENDER.Too bad AGENDA yake yaweza kukuTENDA... wema iende zake.©guttothewordsmith
If you are thinking of suicide, just note that I'd rather LISTEN to your STORY than attend your funeral! You MATTER that much. Feel SAFE to share. It's okay to ask for HELP!
Listen:Roses are REDKuna diamonds ziko BLUEBefore matters end up in BEDNa majuto yawe mjuKUUShall we start with a simple DATENiprove naweza come THROUGH?So, MOJA, I can be steady kama SOLDIERMBILI, once or twice I can be SILLY, THREE, niko na tendency ya kuwa careFREEFOUR, najua ukisema NO, sitakubother anyMOREFIVE, I'm grateful its Him who's kept me ALIVESIX, I can put you in the right mood, before we make that litu FIXAnd SEVEN, when trouble comes I hope we can be each other's safe HAVEN©guttothewordsmith
The Second "Coming"
Priest was no ordinary priest. At least that is what I suspected. Yes, his name was "Priest." 20 year old Priest. Pumping blood like a full blown bull. Nobody ever asked why but his mysterious arrival in a remote village aroused my curiosity. Priest replaced old Ogutu whose sermons turned the congregation into sleeping machines. Priest changed all that. Not only was he vibrant but enthused the villagers with hope of the second coming. So when I sought to seek 'counsel' in his office one Friday afternoon while everyone was in the field harvesting, I was hardly surprised by what I saw. Ogutu's young wife was on top of his office table. Ripe and ready with legs pointing towards heaven and skirt open like the clouds wanted to rain on her. On top of her was Priest, saving her 'soul.' A part of me wanted to ask "Is this the second "cumming" or the first?"©guttothewordsmith
Enyewe:Different strokes for different folks.
Dear Love Letter...
Dear Love LETTERIt's me, your old CUSTOMERSent back to you by Madam KARMA.I constantly thought it BETTERTo come now, si LATERMostly cause nimerun low on bundles zangu za DATAAnd partially because nimekuHATA.I come bearing an envelope with a sketched Rose FLOWERAs a sign of our old BONDAll the way from KaHAWAFor I hope that at least utaresPOND.Dear Love Letter, za kale uliniJENGAAnd now najua kujiexPRESSEven though off late nimekuLENGAJuu ya Whatsapp, SMS, na MESSENGER...I have to conFESS:The self-assurance you instilled in meIs now my strongest suit.©guttothewordsmith
She said she would not spend the night so she began looking for her heels."Running away from your troubles won't help," he said as he handed over her worth."For me it does," she replied."How so?" "People like us, me, are broken. The moment we taste normal, we feel disgusted. So we run from our troubles because they remind us of our pain which is necessary. I want to remember my pain," she replied. She found her shoes & headed for the door."What would you be doing if you weren't on the streets at 2 am?"She smiled sadly and replied:"Writing. Can you imagine? Bleeding words for the universe to see? Pathetic." With that, she closed the door behind her. He was troubled.©guttothewordsmith
The Creature with no Flame of Hope
But we all knew there was no flame lingering around you. You were so cold, the frost bite burned you to... zero degrees of nothingness.©guttothewordsmith