Poetry
Out of the night that covers me
I go looking for the boy captain inside me
Yet so hydrophobic, find me at the pool table
I look for the pilot inside me yet so afraid of heights
But I've seen planes on foot every time i go to Embakasi
I’m somebody’s son but yet to see the sun myself
All i do is convince myself it’s morning, noon time and evening,
I cannot survive with this hay, am a cowboy but not from Texas
May be the text that said, “I like your poem” when i had to say “hey what’s up”
I’ve seen no light in the likes, I write to convince myself that i still can myself in the dark
Where everything is opaque
So tell my nursery school teacher that I still believe in my dreams, I’ve seen planes before, I’m a captain because I flow with words and am about to turn this words to martial art so that I unleash the soldier in me
Out of the night that covers me
I go looking for my vote
So i accept to be that extra passenger in a manyanga ,heading to town where freedom resides,
Freedom of non rubber bullets and teargas
Teargas will MC this and let me know that nobody can stop reggae
But am still dancing to the tunes i composed 5 yrs back,
The TIBIM of an empty pocket
I bet ignorance will kill us one day
Because we see the size of the cap but not the size of the head,
I call it a tuesday because somebody told me, “Don’t pick up a fight with a poet”
