GOD GIVE ME A SIGN

Forgive me FATHER for I have sinned Confession, only that this time it must be pinned For all of my kind to see And acknowledge that they too, live in sin I have led people on Not on the right path But just so I could make a pact And their time misuse Just so my heart could not stay bruised GOD give me a sign Show me how my soul to set free From satan’s greed Let me open my mouth Only when I have nothing but the truth to utter Truth that can reel people into the light and not let their souls scatter All over hell fire GOD give me a sign Give me strength to turn away from evil And only set my eyes on what YOU deem fit Bless me with enough wisdom To only listen to YOUR teachings When the devil is busy distracting me with his preaching GOD give me a sign Let not only my body humble itself in prayer But also my soul become a team player Set me free from these chains GOD give me a sign © Nana.

NAIROBI ON A FRIDAY NIGHT

You’d think you’re Walking into a chick flick set On every street Chicks donned in Skimpy skirts, shorts Others in tights Their prada heels making them irresistible You’d be mistaken to think they’re freezing When they’re actually screening Screening the area for Hot spots And hot shots Of all sorts Guys on the other hand enjoying the show Each from a different clan In a different clad Students in supra Mature ones in timber with their chests pumped Nerds with bow ties and suspenders Complimented with North Star boots Ready to get their groove on So as the angels get together with the charlies Their motto they shall honor Rave till you drop Or is it drink till you grope!?!? © Nana.

WE ARE ONE

Do you see her? Do you see him? Do you see them? The look of despair in their eyes The look of wanting to belong The look of sadness in their eyes Inside out it turns my guts I feel your pain Leaves me emotionally drained The tear in that angel’s eyes Totally washes away my pride Of a country which should have, Could have been taking care of its own But I still refuse to disown This place I call home Why then have your silver tongues turn to lead? Why don’t you then turn those empty promises into bread? Hoping that with these words you can trust That my heart My soul My whole being Will be with you to the last You are not alone I am you You are me We are one ©Nana.

WISH I KNEW

If you had told me earlier that you were a preacher I would have understood Coz I know only preachers have enough love to go round for their congregation If you had told me you were a drug before I let you hold me Then it would explain how addicted to you every skirt is If only I knew you were a shopkeeper It would explain why they talk about your shop being their favorite I wish you told me that you own a jewelry store At least it would have shed some light on why there are scores of ladies outside anxious to get their hands on a piece of their best friend Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were a doctor? See it would help me understand the calls you receive in the dead of the night And your response “feeling much better” right before you hang up If I knew your motto was ‘’utumishi kwa wote” Then I would not question you as to why you escort them to their homes I f only I knew you were dermatologist Then I could not be wondering why they keep asking you whether their skin is fair or not How I wish I knew ©Nana.

Time Friday, November 18 · 6:00pm - 10:00pm Location WASANII RESTAURANT(KENYA NATIONAL THEARTRE)OPPOSITE THE FAIRMONT NORFOLK

HOTEL HARRY THUKU ROAD Nairobi, Kenya Created By Nana Poet Ibrahim, Ngartia J Bryan More Info Poetry and music for a good cause....raising money for cancer patients courtesy of cre8ive spillz Performances by BRILLIANT poets...tell a friend to tell a friend. Changing lives through the power of words Theme:BELIEVE Damage:200bob advance and 300bob at the gate get tickets at Norwich union house 3rd floor, innovative computer solutions Ticket hot-line 0727203561 you wouldn't want to miss this An evening of poetry and music.....PURE BLISS

I WANT TO BELIEVE AGAIN

I want to believe in hope I want to believe in trust again I want to believe and accept that at some point, people always leave I want to believe that when I hold my pen, the ink I spill on paper can create the best piece ever I want to believe in love again I want to believe in tales of Bonnie and Clyde and hopefully not end up butt inclined I want to believe that I could get my life back on track again I want to believe that people can look up to me again for inspiration I want to believe that my best friend does not believe that I have changed I want to believe that I can have me back again, the me that was the best version there could ever be I want to believe that I am one in a million I want to believe again. ©Nana.

DREAM AGAIN

If with every stream of darkness I open my eyes to a world of our own A world big enough for you and me A world where my heart hungers for love and love it is fed If every night is lit up with your smile your caress The warmth that's born with your every breath And if with every sunset every moonrise every bright star I feel your heartbeat as though it were intertwined with mine Then waking up to every sunrise every drop of dew will be up to the rest of you My dreams I would not wish to awake from for it is only in my dreams that I get to caress your physique to feel the bliss of your kiss on my lips my feelings express And every single moment you feel the same none the less So with every stream of darkness I could only wish to dream again.. © Nana.

SOMEONE

I want a smile that automatically brightens up my day A voice that can be nothing short of my favorite drug I need someone to call me often and remind me I'm still human after all I don't want someone who just wants to spend Friday night with me,I vouch for one who will spend all day Saturday with me I want someone who I can talk to late into the night and still ask if I'm okay early morning I want someone who can instill in me that feeling of not wanting to have it any other way Someone who is everything I'm not My other half,that's what I need © Nana.

Tales of the Ex

Nana Poet Ibrahim: I'm terrified to walk the streets without you holding my hand you left me with no choice but to turn my room into my safe house but I get scared whenever I switch on the light and still feel that my heart's stuck in the dark, scathed, each moment promising that it will hurt you as much as you hurt me with every frail pulse,I hate that I need you to prove my worth it sucks that I still love you... Skillz Tha Poet: it barely hurts to hear you say such, it barely changes my thoughts, for to me a choice it was, to let that hand go, and never again its warmth to feel, and i laugh at the site of you, as those streets you cross, in loneliness and sadness, a little pay for the games you played, Nana Poet Ibrahim: Those games I played were orchestrated by your actions I have never seen you smile at me the way you smiled at her It was in the way your face lit up when you heard her name your touch has never been as cold as it was from that moment you laid your eyes on her I sought comfort in another man's arms but nothing he did could compare to what I felt when you held me his smile did not charm me like yours did boy,it sucks that I still love you.... Skillz Tha Poet: a butterfly funeral was what we had, constant yells and incomprehensible nags, never at the table would i swallow in peace, and the bed was never a fortress, the bites and the fights, never once you a warmth did i feel, you once were the dream i loved to have, you once a thought i loved were, but of ice age became, and from heavens an angel was sent, that away my heartaches did erase, an ear she gave to my worries, a shoulder i did lean on, be it that i was wrong in my doing, but love seed to have grown old.. Nana Poet Ibrahim: Then let it be his touch I shall endure and make new memories of my new founded love and this love that seems not to leave me at peace will eventually be my past,never to be revived.... Skillz Tha Poet: and her the flower i love to pick will be, and together we shall by your house walk, in tangled finger and smiling faces, and my heart shall dance in suicidal victory, seeing you clench your fist, and make those devilish faces, and i shall kiss her at your window, a little pain to kill you slow.. ©Nana Poet Ibrahim & Skillz Tha Poet.

IN-SECURITY Scene1.

(SN 1 EPI 1- BOOTY CALL )

INT:YOUR CRIB - NINE AM

It was one of those mornings you wake up and scratch your crotch ,rhythmically from stern to bow ,and take a massive yawn because the previous night you slept at four ,working .The laptop hibernating ,mug on the bed (Irish coffee spilled to the side of the covers) and the phone still ringing because the message alert was a full mp3 tone.

“Ystrday wz awesm...We shud do ths agn soon.xoxo <3 .” Message ID ,Kate ,your girlfriend (whom you met at four but had to leave early because she had a meeting to attend) .MEETING!!!WHAT!!!

You suddenly lose the drowsiness you had because...you spent the night alone ,fully dressed save for socks and a tie .Tell me about it !You try to call her back but damn !Your prepaid cell phone is out of units .You flip through the phone to check your mobile account ,nothing.


DING! DING! DING! The local shop! “Why didn’t I think of that before?”
You quickly slip on some sandals ,grab some coins and rush out...Halfway to the shop ,you realize how tired you are .You start counting the coins you picked ,aw mayne ,they’re not enough .You think of going back home ,then of asking the shopkeeper for credit on credit then she appears ,radiant and smiling as ever .You walk confidently to her intending to ask for a top-up then you realize how stupid the thought was .

Cindy: (walking over ) Hey duche ,how’s the going?

You: Cindy! Oh my...long time no see, come here ,gimmie a hug...Oooh!

Cindy: Where the hell have you been holed up you son of a dyke?

You: So you still as gross as ever huh .I love that .Going to work?

Cindy: To church ,of course I’m going to work.

You: But its kinda late innit

Cindy: It depends on what you mean by late .It’s not that tight at my place of work

You: Aha .Lemme walk you to the stop then

Cindy: Are you hitting on me?

You: No, I’m spitting at you. What d’you think?

Cindy: (walking)Ain’t you working today or something?

You: Well, my office is right here (pointing at head )tools of trade.

Cindy: Oh really (looking distracted )are all those people heading to town by any chance?

You: (jokingly)They’re going to the Mara.

Cindy: Hmmm wewe.(serious)But there are no motorgaris

You: You think?

Cindy: What’s up with your blonde jokes?

You: I’m pretending you didn’t say anything.

Cindy: At this rate I’m going back home, taking a hearty breakfast and a 30minute nap before I come back here. Maybe there’s a traffic crackdown of sorts.

(Cindy’s phone rings )

Cindy: Hello (pause)there’s an emergency I had to attend to. Meanwhile, could you please cover for me (pause) yeah (pause) aha (pause)you’re the bomb! mmmwah! (hanging up) You won’t see my ass till later (looking up) So I’m like going back to my house. I didn’t have enough sleep so...

You: (cutting her short)Me neither.What do you think we go back to my place and chill out for a while? You’ve never been to my place,right?

Cindy: Aha.

You: Now’s your chance. I have some breakfast we could share.

Cindy: (sneering)Naah! I don’t think so. What’s on the menu? I hope it ain’t cereal.

You: There’s only one way to find out (devilish grin)

Cindy: Are you on some cheap weed or something?

(Y’all walk away laughing.)

cheater

"hi sweetheart?wea r u?"she askd wen he picd her cal"am in church."there wuz sm organ church musik playin in the backgrnd."its an all-nighter so i guess al c u in the morning..." she wuz convincd. He hung up n switchd the phone off thn put it on the dresser near the condoms. He pickd the remote n changed the music then took his champagne flute n went 4 a refill in the ice-bucket. The room service wuz gr8. The complimentary bowl of strawberries hadn't been used yet. He glanced @ the bed n smiled,forbidden fruit tasted sweetest. He sat on the edge,took the whip-cream n strawberries thn slowly crept towards his prey. The voluptuous torso,vaguely visible in the dark room,was cooing invitingly at him. He went 4 the toes,he had a fettish 4 toes n ran his lanky fingers under them. They were manicured beautifully,bt he had 2 turn the bedside lamp on. There are things he needed light 4,n wat he wuz about 2 do wuz 1 of them. He din't knw wat effect it had bt it wurkd wonders,the lil frolick under the toes,ticklish bt arousing,or so they sed. She had her hands under her thong ryt nw,rubbing in circular motion,her boobs nearly popping out of her bra. He wuz hard,ramrod hard bt he took his time. She tightend her thigh muscles as he workd the toes. Thn he turnd her over n wrkd his way up her calfs n behind her knees...she quivered,he made his way up her inner thigh n round her butt.

memories

It wuz sum out of a movie,"wat u doin kesho?"she answerd,"nun"the event wuz lil. Guyz showd up. She got there n cald me. I wuznt @ the venue. She thot ad stood her up. She went 2 buy cake thn came bak wit a friend. I saw her frm afar n recognizd her. I luvd the hair. She'd flattend the bangs out.The event wuz fun. We left early,her angelic eyes glittering in the multicolord lyts of the city @ nyt. Her butterscotch laced lips gleamin n inviting. I walkd her 2 the bus stop,my feet gettin heavier wit each step. I couldnt handle the heat. I lookd dwn @ her,she had tht sparkle in her eye. I held her close,she archd herself closer n i reachd dwn. She met me halfway n the rocket launchd. We kissd. I wuz headed 4 mars at a suicidal pace. The street wuz blurry. I cudnt c the pple passing by nor did i care. I wuz in the zone. We walkd on,sumtymz lettin her lead so i cud enjoy the view. Ther wuz a certain sexy spring in her step,it turnd me on. I held her by the waist,we walkd on.it must hv been chester hse coz i jus noticd é writing after we detangled. We hd 1 mo last 1. Hot,passionate n steamy. The guyz walking by applauded.thn came the bus ride. The driver wuz jus distracted.the streetlyts alternatin lyk a nytlight. The frnt seat wuz steamy 4 lack of a better word. On the way dwnhill,we couldnt control the inferno. The flames consumed us 2 embers....2b contd.

DIARY OF A COLLEGE STUDENT: COUGAR BOSS

Never been this broke before, not even my savings could sustain me for the weekend. It just hit my mind, there’s this mamma and by mamma I mean a cougar who usually hangs out at my favorite local joint where my boys and I get time to unwind, you know, away from our main squeezes’
So this mamma is always there whenever I step in and never fails to wink at me and we all know what that means. Even the dumbest of men would straight away join the dots and conclude that this cougar was in dire need of the ‘daddy stroke’ I couldn’t let this chance slip by and besides, she seemed loaded and true to her looks, she was. We stepped out of the joint, got into her CAR, drove off to a secluded spot and did the deed (energizer bunny) but do I say! Unfortunately with my rib in my mind but I didn’t hold back, besides, she was going to enjoy the fruits of my labor.
I love my girl and that’s what counts. I refuse to call this cheating. It’s more like my newly found part time job of which my credentials came highly recommended. My pay, of course tax free plus what my folks send me monthly is just enough for me and my main squeeze.
Did I mention how sizzling HOT my ‘BOSS’ is, lest I forget her generosity,
‘’stay on top of your game and you will definitely get a pay rise’’
Her words, not mine.
©Nana.

DIARY OF A COLLEGE STUDENT: ATM THEORY:

'Nice and nice to know you let's do it again,like we did it on a one night stand,girl I wanna be more than a friend,to you'
My eardrums went numb for a minute there,he actually sang this song on bended knees at a wedding I had attended not only coz I love weddings,but it was a friday(I call it F-DAY,fornication day and besides,I had my FB-fornication bag with me) and what other place could possibly provide prospective clients than the haven where I was lucky enough to be invited....
I was actually scanning the area for my candidates when I was rudely interrupted by that forsaken voice.My work face had already set in and was on my way to 'interview' one of my ATMS and eventually check the balance to see if it were enough for my hair and rent....
So one of my 'ATM' outlets is totally hang up on me,tried all sorts of tricks to avoid him,including assuring him that my ATM card is expired and I had no intentions of renewing it.
Before the whole stalking saga,I thought he understood clearly that there was supposed to be no strings attached.Truth be told,thoughts of renewing my card has often crossed my mind but hey,my taste buds keep reminding me to shower them with different flavors.My intuition on the other hand never fails to bring me up to date on which flavors to furahisha my taste buds with,provided my expenses are taken care of,gotta look good,besides,I have principles to uphold,life has got to go on.

©Nana.

LETTER TO ‘’MHESHIMIWA’’

Would you please explain, ‘’bwana mheshimiwa’’ why you have to disrupt my busy schedule by making me wait in traffic just because you want to beat traffic to be in time for a luncheon which my taxes pay for, when in actual sense, you should be the one held up, you should be the one giving me way to go exhaust my intelligence so that you could have your daily bread. Hell I do more for my fellow citizens than you do, you should be the one calling me MHESHIMIWA, you should be consulting with me first about developments for your people before you assign your goons to survey a piece of land for you to satisfy your own interests .I think, no I’m certain that you do not even remember three quarters of the things you preach when you are gunning for votes, envisioning the comfort you have when sited back left in my car, yes my car, because my money purchased it. You deserve a gate away, yes a gate away, only that this time, you won’t have the satisfaction of having a return ticket. I cast my vote to give you employment, ain’t it funny how I get turned away at your headquarters when I come seeking for employment. Come to think of it I should be the one sited on the boss’s luxurious leather sit while you go and tarmac for ideas that would develop my environment, I should be the one issuing out assignments for projects that will help create a comfortable life for my people, You should be the one having sleepless nights clouded with thoughts of the people you work for,
‘’did mama nani’s daughter go to school today?’’
‘’are the hospital equipments working? Are my people getting the medical attention they deserve?”
‘’are the students being taught in schools?”
It is sad that you have not realized that you have driven me to the edge. It is said that patience pays, but with you it PAINS.I am tired of being between a rock and a hard place. And so I have decided to push back with all that I have.
It is a NEW DAY, it is a new ERA.
See, I have a notion,
With the best intentions
So hold my hand fellow citizens and help me make our lives worth living.
‘’bwana mheshimiwa,’’ GOOD RIDDANCE, not to bad rubbish but to unwanted hypocrisy.
©Nana.

cre8ive spillz: BREAK ME

cre8ive spillz: BREAK ME: "Break me Again and again Give me the satisfaction I yearn for This feeling I have grown so fond of Take my heart and tear it up Tear it up i..."

BREAK ME

Break me
Again and again
Give me the satisfaction I yearn for
This feeling I have grown so fond of
Take my heart and tear it up
Tear it up into small pieces
Because I can’t stand
Living with my heart beating in unison
See I am used to its uneven beat
This beat which helps me sleep soundly at night
So break it
Because I cannot leave in peace
I am not used to a peaceful life
Enslave my heart
Let me live with the pain that flows in my vein
Break me
© Nana.

MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

The pungency was appealing. The humid air in the hall was laced with pot, puke, poop, spoof and booze. Sweaty bodies were strewn haphazardly on the chairs and floor, drinks splashed everywhere you dared step. There was the occasional pool of blood which on trying to avoid, sent you onto a used condom thrown on the floor. Outcome, free floor-skating with the end involving heads, backs and elbows making impromptu kissing sessions with the floor. In this jumbled up insane melee was where she woke up, sprawled on the floor but fully dressed, if you’d call the conveyor belt-thin thing she was wearing for a skirt modest. She tugged at her skirt and felt weird. There was nothing underneath. She wasn’t sure if she'd left home like that or something had happened. Her head felt like a keg of beer. Wobbly, yet heavy as a maafucker. She was sore...and sticky. One swift rub of her nether regions confirmed her worst fears. She'd been fucked...and fucked real hard cause she couldn’t feel her butt and waist. Her pussy was on embers, burning hot like she'd been impaled by a ramrod. Now resting on her laurels, she reached out for her clutch which was trapped between the floor and a 38b naked boob which she had to flip over to ease the pressure. The multi-colored, light coming through the windows just served to alleviate the selective amnesia she had at the moment. Wait a minute, she knew this place. Of course she did, how else could she have gotten there in the first place. Oh no! Not this place, nooo. She didn’t know how she got to the gate. 'No one should see me, 'she thought. She ran like never before in her life. Her church was just round the corner and it was Sunday morning. The asperse fabric she had on couldn’t disguise her poise. Surprisingly, there were no adults at the church. She only thought of the drugstore, the shower then her bedroom. The drugstore was open. Phew! She sighed then ducked in. She bought what she wanted then rushed out and came face to chest with her pastor. 'Deedee!','daddy!' she stared up at him, then around at the congregation and remembered the door-to-door ministry. He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes were focused elsewhere, and the expression on his face told it all. She followed his gaze and stopped short. Her clutch was on the ground, open and besides her makeup kit and phone was a pack of magnums, and the p2 pills she had just bought and unwrapped....it was one of those moments...
©Ian

FALLEN

I tripped and fell
Right into your gaze
And the brightness set my heart ablaze
That left me amazed
I had finally come to the end of the maze

The smile,
That smile,
I swear could make my grandmother,
Show off her ‘’teeth’’
And her trade mark walk on Love Boulevard

The most beautiful dream has just kicked off
This time round, there’s no waking up
But just in case that happens,
I had better wake up in Vegas,
With my chips converted into billion dollar bucks,
SMITTEN!!!!
© Nana.

CHOICES

They do come, those nights of self-doubt when you just sit down and listen to yourself. When you think of the 1st day and sigh. When you remember the 1st impression and cry. When you consider what hooked you in the 1st place and wonder if it was a mistake. When you ponder the meaning of the three words you say just for the sake. You want to pick up your phone n call him, and doubt whether he'll pick. Sometimes you actually call and it goes on ringing, and sudden flashes of him with someone else make u sick. You think of his bedroom antics, and realize he sucks. You think of your ex-boyfriend, and remember how good he fucks. He always tries to make you fly, but you see he strains lots. You consider all his flaws and ask why, then you compare and he trails the dots. You know he is a player of sorts, but then he makes you high like shots. Consolations now, there’s this guy next door called Kyle, he always waves n makes you smile, spins you round and compliments your style, you picture him the hank, strong, sweet and agile...structure that makes you want to close your boyfriends file. The guy in the store makes you feel a tingle. He drops a joke and makes tummies cringe. U consider no strings, but its piling sins. You let him feel and touch your skin, just to feel special. "Well, to hell, if the little birdie is mine, it'll just hover and perch again. But if it flies of then fine, I'll have a blast and block the pain."
© Ian

CARAMEL

Oh! I love the smell, it fills my lungs and makes them swell, well, jingles sound like Christmas bells, but passion flows down to the cell, my caramel.....they haunt me, they beep and text my cellie, some even want to drug me, make news on local telly. But I think its love, push definitely come to shove. My systems reconfigured the outcome I can’t say I figured. Am peaceful now. Satisfied like I just had chow. Should I say wow?.....chocolate, white with caramel, it’s the heart that makes one really miss,invaded,embedded and now glamor dwells, and one just relishes every kiss, I don’t kiss n tell, with her away I don’t kiss at all, I just miss n roll, and ask my wall 2 blind me so I don’t fall. I want it filled, I want it all. And that’s why I tear up; when u call.....I lace my milkshake, with sprinkles, coffee and caramel. With you it’s perfect, I need no gel, u spark my creative cell, inspire with an -ON like year srs DELL, perfect 10 on my awesome scale, how I pray I’ll one day, chuck that veil....I know it’s a medley of sorts, confusing but with honest thoughts, of rose petals, chilled wine and cream, and raise to life my humble dream.
©Ian

NINE

Dead to him. It happened @ 9 pm. She hated 9 pm. Her dad died @ 9. She'd had 9 guys n her 9 girlfriends always messed things up 4 her. Her 9th sucked in bed n slept like a log, snoring till 9. The farting was endless. Her nine o'clock was always a headache. She hated work. It'd been 9 months n her boss still made passes @ her. 9 weeks ago, she'd woken up in a bedroom with no clothes on, a sharp pain in her abs n 9 guys sprawled on the floor, blacked out. Her step-father raped her on her 9th birthday n 9 days later, her mum died. She'd run away from home 9 times n got adopted by a family of 9. She was a sucker 4 9 inches especially after her 9 hr day job n cud basically pass 4 a pussy,9 lives. Today, she wanted to change that. She planned to have the best moments of her life @ 9 n all the way thru 9 to change her jinx. The r.s.v.ps showed up in mobs, before 9. Her bitchy aunty also showed up in a bubble dress, felt out of place n borrowed her hot pants to stun. She dint mind the cougar. She couldn’t do much harm with her mouth stuffed with dick. The 9am djs had come all the way n were blazing the air with 9 genres of music. It sounded so comical but she had baseball caps wit number 9 on them, 4 all the dudes. At 9, food n drink was flowing when she called 4 a toast. "To all the 9s in the house, "she said." all the 9s in the house.’’ the mixologist distributed the cocktails, the turntablists spinned the wheels of steel, the invitees danced in n around the pool, the forks n knives danced around the food. It was 10, no drama. Her smile was now ear to ear. She gracefully glided through the set up, from the lounge, to the bedrooms; to the pool n couldn’t control her joy. The girls were doing truth or dare n the dares seemed 2 revolve only around lap dancing n making out. Call it blonde creativity. Dudes, on the other hand were doing beer-pong, n standing right @ the edge of the table in a drunken stupor was her aunt, rubbing her ass @ whoever felt up 2 the task. U only had 2 run a compliment by her n u were in business. N her business was real steamy. The host trodded on. Single, carefree and on top of the world. Then she ran into Mesh, she'd said hi to half his drink before he saw her. She wanted 2 spit in his face but surprisingly, burst out laughing. Mesh's girl was downstairs having fun. She pulled him into one of the rooms n put an out-of-bounds sticker on the door then locked it behind her.30 minutes later, she left the room, leaving mesh cuffed 2 the bed. She went 2 her room and put on a bikini then ran out and jumped into the pool. All the dudes followed, n so did the chiqs. Those without drawers swam commando. The night rolled on. Pool volley followed n beer funnels 4 the losers. The grinding was intense. The free rollers, host and aunt made the others cling 2 their mee tighter. It was dawning now n everyone was happy. All the rooms n bathrooms were occupied n hampers had 2 get creative or die horny. No one knew where Mesh was...n no1 cared. 7am, Sunday, hung downs n blackouts ruled the morning. She stood on the balcony, pictured the success n smiled. The remaining drinkers lounged on the couch, puking n playing video games. She loved this. Drunken bodies had 2 be dragged out of the bathrooms 4 people 2 freshen up. Condoms were strewed mostly @ the scene-of-crime. Suddenly the splash came, cheers, then silence! Someone screamed, then everyone took 2 their heels. Some guys, still strong enough 2 swim pulled Joe out of the water. Sm1 attempted CPR but ended up throwing up in Joe's mouth. The ambulance arrived n the medics did all they could. it was a code 10. The ambulance left empty. It was a cop case. Amy looked @ her watch, 9 am. She glanced @ the yard 4 the last time as she was pushed into the cop car. The lockless back door slammed shut. Nine 10-Amy 0.
© Ian

FEMME FATALE

She practically put the E in femme fatale. Her business was basically to have men eat straight from her palm. And they would with no queries. A multinational business enterprise was her ‘’TITLE.’’ You would think she worked with some magic wand, ‘’fairy femme fatale.’’ Sirens could literally go off the victims’ heads when SHE walked passed them. Her beauty like any other beauty had a purpose, DESTRUCTION!! The spotlight was on her, she had the world revolving around her. It was as if she was running a puppet show and the puppets were obedient, moving to her rhythm. Anything she put on was undoubtedly glamorous. Her heels gave her that extra spark; she worked them with such ease. Elegance was the only word that came out of people’s mouths whenever she walked past them, men and women alike. It was her year and she was undisputed for 365 days. Lest I forget her smile, man that smile was worth a million bucks. It was more like her headlight, a notification that she was in the area. Red lights, traffic came to a halt, you’d think a presidential motorcade was cruising through. She was the ish!!!!!! Her flawless body and her command of the only language she knew all too well, English; made married men and the single ones alike drool whenever she graced their gaze with her presence. They were at her every beck and call, the queen B if you like. Fortunately or unfortunately, she only lives in my IMAGINATION.
© Nana.

SOLACE IN DARKNESS

She sat in the dark reminiscing on what could have been the beginning of a fulfilling life. SAD, she thinks to herself, sad that she is in a relationship that not even her heart understands, more like a marriage of convenience. Her promise in the past after countless breakups was to love herself first, genuinely before she could let anyone ‘’control her emotions’’. But unfortunately it (her promise) did not come to pass as planned; she trusted and loved so easily. This ‘’relationship’’ is only to ‘’keep her mind at ease’’ she thinks! Well the only thing it is bringing in is chaos to her mind and heart and she keeps hoping that all will be well, that her love will be reciprocated, that she will one day hear those words, ‘’I LOVE YOU’’ from her better half. ‘’I am not so good at this relationship THING’’ she was told at the beginning of their courtship. She however understands that hope is vital, so she will stay optimistic to the end of time if that is what it takes to hear her ‘’love’’ utter those very heartwarming words to her. Greener pastures she searched for, but to no avail, none of them gave her the challenge that she has now found hard to live without. ‘’they are all too EASY,'' she thought. Where she gets the strength and patience to deal with this bond, she does not understand. Her motto; one day at a time and maybe just maybe, she will not lose what’s left of her sanity. But until then, her sanity reckons that she should find solace in darkness where no one sees her, deep into the night. Where she can think of no one else but HERSELF.
© Nana.

Smitten thug

He'd had sticky fingers 4 as long as he could remember.frm money, watches, bracelets, phones n rings 2 the bigger stuff, and had grown smooth @ it over the years. That day he showed up @ the wedding wit h 1 thing only in mind...a quick buck. N that’s what he had thought he'd gotten when he pinched her phone. He moved some paces away intending 2 disable it when she turned. His knees turned to warm jello. She was GORGEOUS!!!His brain started working overtime. She saw this handsome gentleman walking towards her. She had a boyfriend but damn! This dude was hot! "Hello Madame? I think this belongs to you," he said, handing her back her phone. His voice was OMG! She was so overjoyed and subconsciously gave him a tight hug. "Thank u, thank u, and thank...u! How can I ever repay u?"His brain was in fool gear. "How about coffee next week?" she accepted, gladly and wrote her number under his collar. He was fired up. That night he called her. Her boyfriend had flown out so she got naughty. They had phone sex n both liked it lots. Had a blast in fact! The following day was Sunday. They both couldn’t wait. He asked her out to dinner. They met in town. He had borrowed a car. The ranch was their last stop. Exotic dinner tables set in the middle of a ranch, how romantic. She thought otherwise. Desperately wanted 2 get out of her clothes. Man, this guy was smooth. They left the ranch n headed 4 a park. They tried almost everything n it was fun...it was now evening. The sun was just going down when he had a crazy idea. "Let’s follow the sun till it sets." he opened the Audi door for her, jumped into the driver's seat n drove off in frenzy. He had been a getaway driver @ some point n proved he could outpace the sunset.2 hrs n 350 miles later, they stopped n parked on the side of the road. He took out a bottle of champagne n 2 glasses from she-didn’t-know-where it came from n popped it. They sat on the hood, watching the sun go down, then went french just as the last rays kissed the sky goodbye. Out of the blue, sirens could be heard everywhere. Opening her eyes on realizing how rigid he'd become, she saw countless ugly muzzles pointed @ them. They took him n bundled him in the back of a waiting car without reading him his rights. They whisked him away. she was questioned then asked 2 accompany them to a station to write her statement. She was requested 2 appear on demand n taken home. Monday morning she got a phone call, Thula Mwasame had committed suicide @ 4am that morning. "Word of advice lady, let past memories be the lasting ones."
© Ian

Mum's heart

She loved me so much. I dint know. Her mannerisms were peculiar. She was hot alright but I didn’t feel her vibe. The presents were endless. I made it clear, hug, ass-out hug was as far as we'd go. She knew almost everything about me, even my dog's birthday. She'd buy mum that teapot she wished for to go with her rare china clay coffee mugs, my sister that prom dress she wanted to impress with, my little brother that play station game he so desperately yearned for and me that awesome shirt I dint even want. She'd stick around no matter how cozy I got with my girlfriends just to make them feel bad about themselves. She'd talk to me about that sick aunt or that uncle in the states who I didn’t even care about, just to lock them out of our conversations. She was the first @ the hospital when I got involved in an accident n dutifully saw me out of the wheelchair hated her guts. Her fruitless quest led her to my mum. Poor, old, frail, diabetic mum. She was a girl after my mum's heart. My mum was the first person 2 ride in her car when she bought it. When mum fell sick n I was like totally broke, she took charge n opened her wallet generously 2 settle her bills. She bought my little sister her first jisty phone n enslaved my brother with a bike. Mum was elated. I was disgusted. Then Candy broke my heart. Mum scolded n asked me why I couldn’t pluck the grapes right in front of my face n stay happy forever. I just didn’t feel her. Then it happened. She asked me out to dinner. I reluctantly accepted. Then she brought up the subject. I didn't realize I was so indebted to her. Men usually do this but she asked me first, ‘will u marry me?" I laughed. In fact, right in her face. She wasn’t joking. She'd had enough. I only saw the blade glistering in the candlelight momentarily before it sliced me. I passed out. When I came to, my mum was in the same hospitals. The bandages on my face serving to reiterate the gravity of the situation. I had lost my vanity. I no longer had my face. She surely got 2 my mum's heart.
© Ian

IN HER OWN TERRITORY

I know of this person
This person who has locked herself
In her own territory
A territory where angels fear to tread

She hides behind her smile
This smile which hides her miseries and sadness
Her innocent face spells laughter,
Joy and happiness to the outside
But hides cruelty

Her smile hides plenty
It certainly excludes anyone who thinks otherwise
At the end of every dark tunnel, there’s light
And so this person, is lovely in so many ways
And deserves to be happy and in smiles.

© Nana.

BLIND FAITH

Funny how you confuse and intrigue me all at once
At times I hate that I cannot spend time with you
Or even talk to you as much as I want to
But then I hear your voice, and that feel of ‘hate’,
Vanishes in thin air

I confess that I love you and hate you with the very same passion
I love every single ounce of your being
But hate that you cannot with the same passion, confess that
You love me, as much as I LOVE YOU
Can’t help but wonder if you love another or maybe, just maybe
You love me more than I love you.

Hope is vital.
So I will keep hoping, stay optimistic
That you will eventually utter those words
Those three words and yeah, did my math, eight letters
I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

© Nana.

INDEPENDENCE

I was in pursuit of happiness
Looked for it in all the wrong places
Promised myself that I’ll be fine once I get it
I’ll be good; I know I’ll be good
So I was told by my inner voice…………..

Concerned voices asking,
What’s next after the jean sagging bagger?
Are you ready for a more preserved brother?
You know, one who is cooperate
A tie and a suit more appropriate………………..(helllll no they’re all the
Same)

Finally doing me,
Damn it feels so right!!!!!
Finally got my shit together
Finally got through the bad weather
‘’say baby am a star tonight, am up in the sky tonight
For the world to see I ain’t thinking about you, baby imma do me
tonight ‘’

You can’t handle me right now
Watch this space,
Cause am planning to go all out
Bring out the CONFETTI,
We celebrating my INDEPENDENCE

© Nana.

CALM IN THE MIDST OF CRAZY

“Don’t listen to what people say’’
And just like that,
In a split second,
Without any effort,
Your voice creates beautiful echoes,
That serenades me,
And behold, peace in my mind
For a while, the dust settles

Your touch,
Oh so heavenly,
Soft palms that give me comfort
With a caress so tender
And full of love, life, peace, care
I could go on,
And still would not find the right words,
To describe the serenity I feel
When am wrapped up in your arms.

With my head on your chest,
And your heartbeat, creating melodies
That I could sing to,
An assurance,
That in the midst of crazy,
I could find peace in your embrace.

© Nana.

FREESTYLE

Your being I long to caress
Long enough to feel the bliss
Of your kiss
On my lips
My feelings express
And hope you feel the same none the less.

© Nana.

WHAT WAS AND WHAT IS

Principled, I am, or was
You got me twisted and it is so severe,
That I don’t understand myself at times
I could swear that you’ve put me under a spell
You’ve got me breaking all the rules

I was never one to bend my rules
But,
Those walls I built are all tumbling down
Feels like I’m a whole new person
I just don’t know how to cope with what I have become

Tell me, is breaking my rules worth it?
Because if at the end of it all it’s not
I would not know how to find who I was
Found it in me to accept that I am your voodoo doll
I do only what pleases you

My wishes are in material,
You redeem me from captivity
I AM YOUR SLAVE

© Nana.

BE TRUE TO MYSELF

Today I stood in front of my mirror
This mirror which I dread
Because I feel it looks right through me
And it scares me because I hide behind this persona
A trait that drives me to the edge
My alter ego

My image is trying to reach out for me
Trying as much as it can to be its old self
It does not desire to be the image anymore
I can do bad all by myself, It screams
I do not need anyone to tell me how to live my life
I need to put up a light in this dark hole I have put myself into

I need to break free from these chains
I am tired of these frowns; they only add wrinkles to my face
See I am worn out with all the sermons about who I used to be
You can do all yourselves a favor and stay out of my business
You do you and I am definitely going to do me
I cannot let you hold me down
You cannot hold a strong woman down
I can only be true to myself.

© Nana.

TRUST OR THRUST

I trusted with no doubt
And for the longest time I believed
Firmly belonged to this school of thought
Thought that my trust would be reciprocated
HUH!!!!!!!!!!!! Shock on me

Trust is no more a virtue to me
I now thrust,
But if it is any consolation, your pain hurts me too
Am not totally numb to your feelings
But even if I search away in the blue yonder
I still would not trust

See you can’t handle the way I think now,
No, you can’t grasp it, you just might sink
Not even my tear can rescue me from these claws of insanity
So stop anticipating that I would trust again
THRUST has now become my mantra.

© Nana.

DISTRESS

Feel the need to fight
My whole being is uptight
But I feel obliged
To set myself free
And at peace,
Let my conscience be

Tell me,
Should I fight with passion?
Or in fashion
Should I fight as one person?
Or join a union
Just want to get rid of the demons.

Every time I’m tangled up in fear,
I burst into tears
And it may sound crazy,
But when I cry,
My heart beats in unison,
Even if for a while.

© Nana.

FREESTYLE

I sit and rehearse
on how to write the perfect verse
but my mind seems so adverse
I have got to strive
giving up is no option
cause I have a notion
with the best intentions
just like to get what I deserve.

© Nana.