I Shall Return

This place called home,

where my dreams go to sleep.

where I am as silent as death.

Just observing,

the banana leaves clustering in the wind .

I shall return.

I shall overcome.

One day ,

I will come

To this place called home.

My heart breathes, my mind remains silent.

I sing the song that will be sung by birds in the morning.

This bundle of joy,

covered by beautiful coloured clothes.

When will you hold me?

I don’t know your face,

but I know you represent love.

The unexplored dark caves in my heart.

Where golden treasures are hidden.

I know I will find you,

but when?

I wonder.

Thoughts of a Traveller

Thoughts of a Traveler

As I travel along this long road

I realize that am growing old

and I wonder who one day  my hand will hold

so that together we can make a home.

Could it be someone I know?

I stop and sit down

and my mind ponder on  the girls I know

from our hood to the ridges beyond

Could it be someone I know?

Starting from the rich man’s girl

who walks always head up high

may be searching for others like her

in the sky up there, among the stars

for she never speaks to any of us

members of the poor man’s clan

but with fate you never know

am prudent enough not to write her off

It could be her, only God knows

The poor man’s spawn

Tall, elegant and ebony

her voice a glorious melody

I long to see her day after day

in the fields as we graze

to be with her I always pray

my wish is to always hold her hand

For all I know.

But

wishes are not horses, nor beggars riders

 my wish to have her may be the horse I can’t have

other foxes may steal her away from me

because they have claws sharper than the cats teeth

I have to consider other choices far from these

maybe even to cross  land and see

To meet someone I have never known.

~Hinga  Mwonjoria

My story

This is my story

I was lying eagerly waiting

Patiently waiting for my turn

You took my friends one by one

And I kept counting

How many more were left

Before I could feel the caress of your soft hand

I knew it would be painful but pleasurable

The tip of the pen was sharp

But the words were beautiful notes from David’s harp

My day finally came

On the left hand corner you signed your name

Then began your favorite game

Of creating a master piece

Words started flowing with ease

I hoped and prayed that they would never cease

I was enjoying every moment

Till you stopped suddenly

Looked at me with a frown

Held me tightly with your claws

The mistake was neither mine nor yours

But your hands gave me the death sentence

Now I lie here at the corner of your room

Crumpled into a tiny roll

Thanks heavens you are not a good shot

Otherwise I should have ended up in the dustbin

I can only hope and pray

That one day you will look my way

Change your mind

Pick me up and straighten me up

Read through me again

And find ways of correcting the mistake

For I had a dream

Of carrying your most beautiful masterpiece

Working together as a team

Maybe even win a prestigious prize

Friends weren’t meant to part this easily