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