STYLLE MUNDALO

STYLLE MUNDALO

THE HARLOT PREACHER.

She stood still, a preacher in the night of light

A believer, leading in faith and hope rebound

The cold pieced, a memory to behold

You would tell her Old testament through her Lamentations

No one new her yearn for a new testament

No man was willing to hear her Genesis

But they journeyed, victims of her Exodus.

She told of the Saint Judges

Who would rather the speck in her eye

And forget the grave behind their own

Everyone sins, she said

We only sin differently

That was right!

I was only a passerby, guilty as charged

With an ear to lend, free the charge

She was a harlot preacher.

Days had shown her nights

Nights she said came with light

She danced all night to the tune of men

Gave all night, she called it sacrifice

That was her work

She understood the gospel though

Because her face was full of Proverbs

She only played Tax Collector

And collected from the burning loins

Her due, her pay!

It was getting deep in the night

I took out my note

She was willing for me to cast my vote

But the ballot had seen days unforgiving

She was willing, a leader of a journey beneath

I judged not

Just like corruption, let's stone the bribed

And kill the briber

She pulled me in

But I found myself out

Out of the sermon, of the harlot preacher!

SENZENINA

If Heaven Had A Window then I would peep

I remember the day you left

That dawn you walked away with the promise not to return

And my heart felt the theft

I cried when they said you had passed away

I cried because without you I couldn't pass a day

How I teared and blamed life

If I was given a chance, just one more time to say I love you

Just to hug you one last time and watch you disappear

But you are gone, you left me so alone,

If only Heaven Had a window!

I wish I could lean on memories

But they come and only play memories

Sometimes tears dry and I wish for more

I just wish I could have a last view of you

Enjoy that jelly laughter

And those tears that came before mine

See just one more time that promising innocent smile

Have a view of those hazel eyes

Part you one more time to wish you good night

And put off the lights

I wish, I cry, I....

If only heaven had a window!

The sun still sets and I peep

The moon comes but not like the one you had

The stars shine, but not like those I used to see in your eyes

I look at those pictures with you and wish we could just pose one more time

The road still quiet and I look through it expecting you to show up again

I open the door so you would knock one more time and say you are home

I look at my phone and miss your calls

I wish you would ask me just one more time of how am faring

I cry, tears, I..

If only heaven had a window.

And so I pray that you journey well

Say hey to those with you

I wish I could forget, but every time I do, I remember

May your soul see peace

Until again we meet

I cry, I tear, I....

If only heaven had a window!

I WAS WRONG!

I was wrong to let my heart out

She smiled obsessive and held my heart in debt

I peeped from my drunkard self opting for more

Because her beautiful eyes pieced through me

And I felt the itches, the skies disappeared

Too aware of the angel that had just appeared

I was wrong anyway.

Her eyes were bright, I just wished I could look through them

She wanted a man, God fearing

And that day, I still was drunk

She wanted a man, a gentleman, a man of decency

Forgive my innocent slippers, they played shoes that day

I promised to change, join her in church

Sing along in the choir

Attract decency, and jungle still in the bones of flesh

This I did, I did

I was wrong anyway.

Believe me you, if you wore my shoes

You could have taken the same path I took

Believe me you, if I lend you my eyes

You could have seen the same dream

This girl was beautiful, her bible always at hand

Her smile... Attracted the Nile

I was ready to walk a mile

I forgot my bottle, My beer

And when my mother called, I said home I was coming soon

And this time around, not alone...

I was wrong anyway.

I changed

I did, I changed

I loved shoes, I did ties

Sunday meetings, brothers and sisters in the Lord

Better a sheep that was lost

And now sees the light, they preached on

I was the sheep

For love, for this girl, for...

I was wrong anyway.

My friends I casted no more

She became the director of my own script

And casted the Lord in my life

Was ready to take her home

To walk a distance with her

To catch a grenade for her

To be her shoulder in days of pity

To be her light, her everything, her life

To....... To...

I was wrong anyway.

She was in the street that day

Dress hanging loosely ready for the tussle

Breasts eating the breeze

Her thighs eloped to the greedy world

Her lips painted

Her expression arousing and guilty as charged

That was what she did

She saw me and called "Charles"

Her tears won't let her

I thought I was the king of her Kingdom

I was wrong

I was a slave in a kingdom I thought mine

I walked away!

26 January at 14:37

STYLLE MUNDALO

KENYAN