PLASTIC

I hate plastic soda bottles

Everything about em is just fake

From their shape to their weight

They try to fool the eyes that they real

While I know

These colors that make em bright

Will soon fade

They want to impress

By being tall and slim

Thin as string

Saying,

That thin is the new thing

But I stick to being me

I love my soda bottle thick and real

With thick lips,

That quench my thirst

Wide hips,

For my fingers to grip

Heels on the ground

So on her on she firm

And the only time she need my support

Is when am taking my sip

Lip to lip

I use no straw

For straw is plastic

AND I HATE PLASTIC!!

LEFT PASSENGER

She was travelling to UK-KMR

(uko kinoo kwa mchanga red)

So she board a mat

She was the last then it takes off

One last seat at the back bench

And just for that

A smile she put on

Which made her face shine

But when she sat,

All hell broke lose

The man sitted on her right side

Was definitely the wrong man

For she to travel alongside

And so her being on his left

Was equal to her being the wrong side

No air for her to breath

And though the window was wide open

This made things worse

See, the wind drove the stink

Past her face through her nostrils

Into her lungs

Which made wanna puke

Suffocation

It hurt her to her guts

And he had the audacity 

Of smiling at her

So the 45min drive became 162,000sec

Coz each sec felt like a min

So after 20min drive

I mean 72,000sec, she was almost dead

When-prrrrrr chaka-chaka prrrrrrrrr

The mat was off the highway

Overturning like kids in the playing ground rolling

And when it hit a tree, it stopped

Everyone was hurt

But our man did act fast

Opened the emergency door

Slipped out

And his first thought, her

So from behind, with great care

He penetrated his hand through her armpit

Held her tight, then pulled

When out, instead of a hug

She shrugged

Called him a stinky pervert

Accusing him of taking advantage

Of such a situation

And so for him too

The gal that sat on his left side

Definitely, was not the right gal

To travel alongside .

11TH JUNE

From the 21^st of May

Mid break it on June the 11^th

End it on the 21^st of June

Yes, am talking of Gemini

The sign that be getting its strength

From Mercury

The closest planet to the sun

So it’s obvious that

That Geminis be bright

And they do scorch too

From Mercury,

The planet of childhood and youth

Filled with the attractive,

The charmers, the egocentric

The restless and the imaginative

Peeps even at their worst

They never be dull

Yes, I do agree

They are quarrelsome

Boasters, liars and cheats

Skilled manipulators of language

Brilliant rather than profound,

 You just got to love them.

 How they are risk takers

 And the thrill of the chase

Just defines them

Gemini,

The twins that bring an angel and a devil

In one picture

So that you can picture this.

Eastleigh

I was criss crossing the streets

When she bumped into me

Looked at her and smiled

And she smiled back

She very jovial

Said to me

“Hi stranger, are you new in town”

“I might be if you do know

 Where a coffee shop be”

Her friend jumped in

“We know the best,

So with us you are safe”

Then together they giggled,

What a catch,

Two Arabic chics

Still in their buibui

But with my laser eyes

I could picture it all

See it all

DAMN! They had the figure

And I …

I had the vigor

So we had the coffee

Arranged the other meeting

 Be indoors

If you know what I mean

I serve them drinks

They brought cigarettes

Now the room be well lit

My hands on ass

Teeth on tits

Turn to this

Then let them kiss

This an amateur video

And am the lucky stranger in town 

Behind the wheel

FEELINGS

Have you ever loved someone

So deeply

That you didn’t stop to think

 If they knew your middle name

 Or not

Loved em for who they are

Loved their bad deeds

Never condemned em

To you they rep. a perfect picture

Of a perfect mate

I didn’t think I would be saying this

But I am saying

I didn’t think I would be feeling this

But I am feeling

I hate this feeling

Of conflict in the state of mind

But am loving the thrill it bringing

From the heart beat

To the chill in my black feet

I know what you thinking

It’s just a crush

It won’t last

That’s where you wrong

See, this chiq

She made me go through all of that

From firtuations past lust

Passed all her mind games

And now I have better word

If love is the floor

Then for her I did fall

Well put by Immah

She give me that feeling

Of completion deep down

And as Akil

She is the one that cut through me

Like Moses did with the red sea

Gives me a warm feeling

In and out

Makes my mind take a spin

Go round and round

Thrushes my ego

Makes me beg for a little mo

5 minutes I always say

For more than that we lie

And for job we late

But this is more than the sex

 And the mind games

This a story

Of the chemistry that made

 Two solutions become one

The math of one plus one

That giveth one

One in body,

One in mind,

One in soul

And to wrap it up

The words of the good old Bob Marley

“ A whoever feel it, know it”

And that pretty much say it all

Coz right now

Am feeling it.

DIE HARD SITUATION

It’s a girl’s boarding school

It’s a chilly night

The security man is a sleep

He opens his eyes, to find

Gals all over

Modafoka! It’s a stick up

They have his dick out

In the beginning there is

 Mourning and groaning

But after a while you can only here

 Mourning from one side

The man’s tongue is out

It aint coming back in

His eyes so wide open

He aint blinking a bit

But still,

His dick is hard

Little do the gals know that...?

IT’S A DIE HARD SITUATION

But all they ever did want

 Was a hard dick

And that they still have

Didn’t they say

A hard man is good find

No matter what!

MY INTRODUCTION

I am new in this

See, the 1^st spoken word artist

My eyes heard of

Yes, my eyes heard

Was Wanjiku Mwaura,

And she fuckin killed it

Made me wana give her a kiss

Even after she making it clear

Over and over again

In her words

“I just don’t like you”

It was at WAPI

And I had gone there coz I had heard

Twas a HIP HOP event

I didn’t immediately let out

The love for this art

Which was hanging on somewhere in there

But that very day

Tis where it all begun

Months later, I met Immah

Who I now call her my Teacher

I read her poems and kept on pressing next

Till I got my most favorite

Immah taught me of 2 poetic events

KWANI and DISCOVERY

It’s at KWANI where

I 1st performed my 1^st piece ever

I did chock mid way

But the crowd was very alive

 That I didn’t mind

That Tuesday night I treasure to date

I got to DISCOVERY

Now this was THE SHIT!

POETS, who did their thing

I heard written sth dwn

But I didn’t get to due to time

Good thing I did see Immah perform

Left me looking for a chic who

 Will talk to me about ying yang

And a feeling of completion deep down

I also did get to see Achieng Odhiambo

And she made me undo my zipper

 To confirm if I was still what I am

Without sugar coating, she

Fucked the mic and molested the stage

Committed a state injustice

And brought orgasm to the insane- the WORD ADDICTS

Here I met Sitawa Wafula, who host the event

Who took me back to school

Which am yet to graduate?

Taught me the ABC

And now I can see,

The depth of each word

It’s through these 4 pretty ladies

That I have met hundreds that are awesome

But when all is said and done

Mama’s cooking beats chef Ramsey’s

So I salute you for this you have taught me

I blow kisses to each one

For I love you big

Sign out with a THANK YOU.

Poppa Stev-o, a young boy 

Coz am stil growing up & not growing old