House of Money.

  They approach gradually and noisily, Shouting angrily all manner of obscenities, A spectacle that leaves many horror stricken, And running helter skelter for dear lives, This is an angry lot,very angry. The angry lot matches on undeterred, With menacing faces and bloodshot eyes, They are clad in identical green jerseys, Some blowing vuvuzelas and others whistles, They are an unruly lot,very unruly. In their wake is wanton destruction, Pelting unsuspecting motorists with stones, Mercilessly shattering their car windows, And pilfering whatever they lay their hands on, Surely they are an angry lot,very angry. Many are caught in this angry wave, Quite unawares and unfortunately so, Anything they lay their deft hands on, Disappears,magically,into their gaping pockets, This is a dangerous lot,very dangerous. A boy sees them and scampers for dear life, A scared motorist is in the same endeavor, I hear screeches,the boy is in the air, Before landing with a hea...

  Tentatively, I had given her name as Harriet The girl who had stolen my heart, I had described her as beautiful, Oh yes!exquisite both body and soul, When the red letter day finally arrived, When she would be formally introduced, We were welcomed with great merriment, Pomp and colour marking every moment, But a damper was put on the gay mood, When to address the gathering, she stood, And without warning said she was Atieno, An anguished cry was heard of,"oh no!", For a cardinal rule had I blatantly broken, Of falling in love with an unwanted alien. Poet:Njuguna.  

I did but promise myself Never forget nor act flippant of the night, When you told me forever your heart will be the shelf For mice and chipmunks to have access denied, And forever the seal of love will knit it tight Where the urban lads though much tried Their fists and blow wouldn’t match the fight, Mine throws aside without bellows tied   For though horse and donkey racing In the misty dust of the shining moonlight And the donkey is used to tread With cargo when it’s not from grazing While the horse is fed in a noble stable For though equal in height Will the horse not faint?   I remember how love engulfed me   Like a young nymph on the spider’s web I would feel the throttling thrill   Of your imbuing touch with no ebb, Burning stares and flares of your scorching eyes Drilling into my warm fresh making it a motionless ice, For then we knew nothing about kissing If we did your lips could hail in jail For so swee...