FINAL NOTE

FINAL NOTE By Oliver Mutai

Take a seat Oliver and let me pour forth the pain seething in me. My Love for you was worth it! Remember? The good times we had together, When I was the diamond you most sought for under caves and caverns? When the grains in your field wouldn't ripen, I shone upon then vehemently, wasn't I your sunshine?

'I love you to the heavens and back,'  you repeatedly whispered. My dear Oliver, a day brings me closer to my tomb! My soul's beckoned to the heavens, will you still Love me? Knowing that I won't be back?

Don't, don't cry yet my dear Oliver, let me pour forth mine first. This condition I cannot a bear. Oh! How spontaneous; touching, whispering, kissing and now I'm pregnant for thee. Inside of me lies and unborn, whom to my parents a disgrace to the family. A tarnish to the long built reputation. My own family, Oliver. I'm shuttered.

Goodbye my dear. My world is so dark I cannot a bear, my life so miserable I can't live to see the next day. Goodbye

@IamOliverMutai

Sian Albright

My heart is in silent panic,
My spirit wanders overseas,
I'm afraid because I know,
The sorry season we live in,
When time will come
To give my account,
LORD
I know you will find me guilty,
In a deep deep sleep
I hear a still voice calling unto me but,
I keep closing my eyes,
And running away so far,
I see my friends going the wrong direction,
Innocently
But I burry my head in my hands,
Pretending not to see,
I don't know why I can't talk,
I don't know why I can't lead,
And say!,
Stop walking towards DEATH,
heaven is the other way,
I feel that time is over,
I know that He is coming soon,
I maybe a psycho,
I may loose all my friends,
The voice still whispers,
Whenever I run,
He follows rebuking,
Don't betray me child,
Don't be ashamed of me.

SON OF BETHLEHEM

SON OF BETHLEHEM (By Oliver Mutai and Sian Albright)

Oh! Son of Bethlehem,
Three nails and a cross,*
For my sins be forgiven,
Lived a life we can all remember,
You did as your Father commanded,
Son of Bethlehem....
Commanded the rumbling sea into silence,
Restored sanity to the lost in the dark.
Great Master...
They when fought for your Fine linen,
Those that cast suffering and pain upon you,
Lashing and Nailing,
Deep into you skin and flesh,
For our trespasses be forgiven,
Your identity the marks of the 6'',
You weeped and cried to no heed,
The will too but none will Savor them,
Thirty three years.
No scandal no blemish no apostasy. Glorious!
Blessed is the rugged cross,
where you profusely bleed,
I AM FREE.

*Adapted from number 8 poet @dannmwangi

@IamOliverMutai
@madekiprop2015

TO LIVE DESPITE THE GRIEF

TO LIVE WITHOUT THE GRIEF (By Oliver Mutai & Sian Albright)

Had taken walk around the neighbourhood,
Sick and tired of the same routine,
Need some change,
Need some theatre feeling,
When the curtains draw
And the lights glow the stage,
And art comes to life.

Somewhere along the road I stood,
At the sight of an accident scene,
Cars were wrecked,
Wounds were bleeding,
And many gathered to watch the carnage,
This drove into my heart a knife.

I snapped out of my sulky mood,
And squeezed through till I was in,
Ripped my shirt,
Made a sling,
Still no policeman in the crumpled wreckage,
And motionless eyeballs in disbelief.

'Woi Woi! And this meek man was good,'
Eh! This world is mean,
Stories were flowing,
Comments were reeling,
I stood tired my heart bursting with rage,
But everyone was still stiff.

A couple with a single brood,
Had died clinging on,
Their little girl,
Their darling,
Closed he eyes unable to manage,
I hoped my shoulder would keep her safe.

As fast as I could as a machine,
Eyes stinging,
Tears rolling,
The doctors said,
She had the courage,
To live despite the grief.

I no longer walk around the neighborhood,
Sick and tired of the same routine,
Needing some change,
A theatre feeling,
When the clouds draw and the sun lights the stage.
My life turns into a play.

@IamOliverMutai
@madekiprop2015

AFRICAN GIRL

African Girl (by Sian Albright)

African girl,
Make breakfast tea sweet potatoes,
Dry maize millet in the stores
Go to the river down the hill,
Please make it fast the earlier the better,
Cook lunch for the boys and your father,
What you made was little cook another,
Wash the dishes feed the chicken go to the posho,
After bathing the children make dinner
Sweet ugali and managu
Because they village chief Mr. Kiragu,
Will be visiting us for an important talk,
You know African girl you have a fast ticking clock,
And a man like he wants someone beautiful,
And a man like he is wants someone beautiful,
He is wealthy and will pay 13 heifers and a bull,
African girl African girl,
Who will tell you about school?

AFTER THE TEMPEST

AFTER THE TEMPEST ( By Oliver Mutai)

After the tempest,
That raged the night a rumble!
Learned to be strong and brave,
I won't fade away,
But always here to keep you whole and safe,
Don't be a fade away nor a hide away,
Dear one, stick me tonight,
Watch the Shinning stars in the sky,
Fade away into the unknown,
As we float away in this sensation,
As we float away from the dark into the light,
As we float away in love,
In glorious silence....
For tomorrow, tomorrow will be a new autumn daybreak,
The sun will pour life through the window,
And amazing grace shower from the heaven,
We will be Shameless,
Hold on, we will be home
After the tempest.

@IamOliverMutai

DON'T LEAVE!

DON'T LEAVE (For a Friend and a mentor) by Oliver Mutai.

Long lost,
Darkness engulfed,
Vanity Boundless,
Ill- treated,
Winds silent,
Heart broken,
Soul weeping,
Stuck motionless,
Life meaningless,
Impaired subconscious,
Mind weary,
Eyes teary.
But thee,
Changed me...
Stars shines,
Moon smiles,
Joy flares,
Love struck,
New heart,
New flame!
Rekindled desires,
Smiley face.
Thee please,
Don't go,
Don't leave!

@IamOliverMutai

SICKLY HAGGARD THAT I AM...

SICKLY HAGGARD THAT I AM..(By Oliver Mutai)
(Un autre Moment dans  la Solitude)

Shoo! Go go go away!
A stray bird you chased me away!
No home nor clothe you drove me away!
Drunken in depression killing me in a way!

It exhausts me I ail,
It frustrates me I wail,
It blinds me I flail,

Your smiles... Grace and glow,
Turn'd into rage holding hands akimbo,
Complaining about this oh that pooh!
Leaving... Rowing away in a bow,
Double-edged sword right into my heart, SOUR,
Weakened sickened no power,
Destroyed our dream to build a tower,
Castle high up to the sky,
Whip Whipped, I weep, I cry.

Unfair! My sadness sickness sorrow your awe!
A flare! You stole my hope away!
The only mate I had anyway!

Strangled into infinity,
Restless I see no divinity,
Burn'd every happened every opportunity,
Thrashed into nothingness into obscurity.

"I live and cherish thee, thee is a man of believe,"
Was what was your belief,
Poor mortal I'm left to grief,
Only two full moons? What a  sensation so brief!

An incredulous man in despair,
Standing so solo in the cold midnight air...

Isn't this an health hazard?
Isn't she reason I'm a haggard?

Treacherous! She doesn't even a little care,
That I sleep on the floor so bare.
Statue, watching death glare!

" Save my soul," a cry to the heaven
Shall be well. AMEN

@IamOliverMutai (Twitter Handle)