Tell me,
How did we meet,
How come of all I saw none but you,
Remind me,
What did I say first,
Or least of all how did I make you feel,
For I’ve been wondering lately how I feel about you,
Take me back,
Take me steps before so I can rekindle this,
So for I am man my lady,
And before you came me so I have words to say how beautiful you are,
See before us was God,
He made us and graciously said,
It is beautiful,
So let’s play this game,
Back and forth like little kids,
Let’s remind us of the feeling of good,
The itching of love and the movie nights,
Let’s forget that,
Let’s start again
Like we never met,
So woman,
My name is mwas munyala,
I am a poet
I learnt to be… By mwas munyala
There were times
When luhya songs
Wedding songs
Whistled the nights
I wonder what changed
But i have memories
Of times then…
When the sun set different
In mushitoi, Butere
In western province
Most times
Yellowish red
Or a bit of orange
In both times
It seemed closer yet less hot
The village was slowly calming,
All roads heading home
And the chicken roosted
Yes, the chicken…
Small fires would start lighting up
Splints and bits of smoke
Children would play but closer to the huts
Closer to the kitchen..
The birds would slow down,
Fly less and sing less
The sky was clear…
We gathered round the fire place and waited for granny to slowly limp out of his hut
It was the best time of our days…
.. And we sung luhya songs,
We listens to legends and the boldness grew in us
Fairies and we all learnt to cry inside
Yet love more
We counted starts and learnt to hope more
Scary tales of jini,
Taught us respect
And the music
The melody created this bond in us, among us..
I learnt then who to love and love not
I learnt when to win and win not
When to dance and dance not
I learnt where to seek
I learnt how to be man
And man not…
I learnt bits and bits from luhya songs…
Truly I’m lost
See…I
Was the first to make her say “stop”
My country people…
There’s a first time for everything
And this heaven i met
Gladly twinkled
In day and night
Last night… there was music…
Beats quite loud and every rhythm
seemed to resonate with my feelings
I was drowning
Slowly sinking in her world
in every move I made she occupied my thoughts
By then i was a prisoner..
Locked and bound in bars tight
Heartful thoughts and bodily whims
I guess I’m lost
So before i finish me
Know one thing… At this hour
Johnny walker..
Is walking in my head…
But the idea of her was my weakness
I became a prisoner
Locked and bound in bars tight
Locked in her… she clouded my thoughts
The night was long
And before i was bold enough to speak my mind
My body gave in…
I was lost
A prisoner
Locked and bound in bars tight
My frens..
The night was long
Silence… Mwas Munyala
She used to love music
Bongo most times
In every bit her Playlist soothed
Along road trips
Long stays,
Walks in the park and homestays
We cruised through together
Discovering one new beat after the other
There are times the sun would rise,
And together we drove through the yellow glow
Of Mount Kirinyaga
Sharing nature’s beauty and her glorious glow in it
She was beautiful
Her eyes were smooth
And her teeth a bundle in her perfect smile
Her breast well cupped
And her body
A jungle i kept loosing myself to
Other times it would rain
And through the silence she’d
Slowly count the swaying wipers
To her slumber
And i could see her dreams
In a moment or another she’d smile in slumber
Or frown
Sometimes she’d turn a million times
To find comfort
So most times I’d slow down
Drive gentle
So she sleeps well and maybe have dreams of me
She used to love light jams,
Soul music
And subtle rhymes
In them she’d zone
Get into flow
Then close her eyes and dance the rhythm
Most times she was silent
A package of beauty and African glamor
Most times you’d never know what’s in her mind
All times it was beautiful
All times so beautiful
Wisdom… Mwas munyala
I learnt a thing or two from legends
Story tellers
Around fire places
In cold cloudless nights
…
That favorites
Had nicknames
Of character and worth
Friends, their names shortened
Yet the rest, called my their fathers name…
For their value was not worth the struggle
…
I learnt well from legends
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