The village lovers

credits:sima safari, https://simasafari.com/national_parks/kakamega-forest-national-reserve/

 

Sit still and let’s wait for the harvest

when the farms will be green and full

with great mazes for us to run around

and live like the children our hearts are

 

Stay calm and let’s watch for the rains

when the grounds will be soaked wet

and the puddles will be water full

then we can put on boots and jump in

 

Look, watch, listen, feel with your eyes

the waves of the hills that make this place

the memories of hundreds of years of love

for a place that holds nothing but identity for us

 

It is the sounds from the rivers that keep us

talking to us in our ancestral languages

keeping us grounded with its constant flow

and letting us live by its waters every day

 

And the birds, in lovely humming tunes

reminding us of our lively hearts

and keeping us working hard in the farms

and never wanting to leave each other’s side

 

Here, hold my hands and don’t be afraid

the forests is where our spirits live

it is the place we get to be us for once

and create generations to tell our stories

 

We are just village lovers living this life

believing in our souls and nature around us

reminding ourselves of the realness of love

and its relevance to our existence on earth

The soaring bird

 

 

Credits: What  a tree is to a bird by Arbor Day Foundation | August 13, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She was lost in his world, 

found hope in his words 

and solace in his existence.

 

He knew she was broken 

but he felt a part of those peices 

and stuck around so she could be complete.

 

She fit perfectly 

because she never had to try, 

that was her place since time.

 

He knew this 

but kept his word for she was a bird 

and so he let her spread her wings into the skies.

 

She flew into seasons, 

but every other summer 

when the trees had blossomed she was back.

 

He would still be there, 

standing strong, deeply rooted 

with new leaves and he let her perch.

 

This was home for her, 

she knew it from the bottom of her heart 

but she loved the skies.

 

He never stopped her 

but enjoyed the little moments 

of her breathing from the tree branches.

 

She was never ready for the truth 

or willing to hear it 

because it would break her to pieces.

 

He promised to help her keep going, 

that in good time the truth would hurt less

and he was always right.

 

One summer

she perched her wings on his branches 

and sat through all the other seasons.

 

He was with her through the ices,

the heavy winds and waited 

till she would be better to fly again.

 

But she stayed, he stayed 

and walked his fingers through every crack 

and fillled it with tiny bits of himself.

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It was not perfect but different, 

a different that made her never leave

and him happy that he waited.

 

 

 

The Friday night musings...

Credit: Brian Kuhlmann / Masterfile

Copyright: © Brian Kuhlmann / Masterfile

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cigars and whiskeys

A table full of fake lashes

And expensive colognes

People with money

And women to spend on

Men looking for extensive night plugs

And women in need of adventures

Its like a secret society underground

We all know what we want

We don’t see the need to talk about it

 

Tequilla shots and whispers

A lass with fake Louboutin

And men with borrowed cars

Music wafts from wall to wall

People glare from glass to ass

And from ring fingers to shoes

Its not a good day to care

Monday takes care of that

So we raise glasses in the air

And pour our hearts to the flair

 

Red wines and cheap talk

It’s a good day to build castles

And meet strangers we like

Talk about nothing all night

And fill the air with laughters

Suppress our thoughts with wine

And make booty calls for the night

Be in a room with no judgment

And feel normal for once in a week

It’s a Friday night, and the skies are bright