Archive for February, 2008


February 20, 2008

This is for those who get a kick from different sensations on your taste buds.

I wasn’t idle i just felt like experimenting and here’s what i made:



 3 rose petals (grounded)

Chilli powder



Rosemary leaves

Tea bags


The Sensations

A jazzy wiff

The smell of Cinnamon and Rose speak out.

The sharpness of chilli on your tongue, and the heat as it goes down your throat with such shocking ease. I guess the rose petals enhance the chilli taste.

In the night of your rain-(To my divine creature)

February 14, 2008

In the night of your rain

By Eudiah Kamonjo

Your arrival was unexpected

Upon this cabin

Now you fall

With scented brimstones and ice balls

Every new dawn, you speak with your drops

Slowly you swept

All you could into the stream

And now you flood

The very cabin you seek?

Slow down baby, for my pulse

Is about to erupt

And be one with

The land you long to return to

I am bathed in the night of your rain

I cannot speak

Lest i utter the forbidden

The fruits from this cabin

Will seek the whites of your yolk

Yet i know not the reason

You visit my cabin

What shall i tell them?

Don’t mute me with your

Thunderstorms, lightning and your silent dew

Speak soon

Before i’m drowned

In the night of your rain

In Memory of Otieno Amisi

February 13, 2008

The blogsphere, the literary world and the media have all lost an excellent journalist and poet-Mr. Otieno Amisi.

When i first heard about blogging, Otieno Amisi and i had been sent as representatives of Oakland Media to the East Africas’ Writers Forum organized by Kwani? outside Nairobi.

His public speaking skills were amazing as was evidenced by the roaring laughter that follwoed his speech on journalism in Kenya.

It was also at this forum that Al Kags spoke about blogging as a new form of media in Kenya and the world highlighting its enormous advantages. I personally couldn’t wait to explore and see whether everything that he was saying was indeed true. 

Back in Nairobi at the Oakland offices, we began our pitiful/horrendous experiments with blogging with no help because;

1) There were no professionals to train us on the new technology of blogging, hence we had no idea exactly what to do nor how everything worked (even to date, there’s still so much i haven’t learnt). 

2) Few people in our office even knew how to go about blogging.

Eventually, blogging became a topic Amisi and i always discussed in the office.

Amisi was known as a very humorous yet serious journalist (with about 15 years experience in the field) and poet. Working with him (inspite of his illness) was very interesting.  See, he always had a smile on his face and always, i mean, always had a say about everything. Plus I never really saw him angry at anyone or anthing.

I admired his writing skills, his boldness, his humour and his personality in general.

It was on his blog that he wrote about how he was being abused by his wife;-how many men can publicly admit this?

Good news is, he was able to compile and upload most of his work on his blog before he passed away (all alone in his house on the eve of the 2007 elections).

However, i recall the last call he gave me before the festive season. A former collegue of ours named Hazel had conned him with a promise to print out his poems into a book.

She had disappeared and gone into hiding on the day of the Book Fair whereby Mr. Amisi was to officially launch his book….so sad for such an ambitious man.  

The poetry pieces he had talked about so melanchonically are up on his blog , a site that i have also linked right here on my blog roll.

During my last few months at Oakland, he spoke about those ‘long ago’  times of the Kenya Association of Poets    (had no idea it existed until i heard it from him) ; He explained about how things were when the only avenue for poets those days was the British Council.

His kind of criticism in the literary world was very well recieved and caused a lot of the much needed attention/reaction/hype. The most recent being Tony Mochamas'(Smitta Smittens) book ‘What if i am a literary gangster’  with a title that read  ‘Gangsters invade literary scene’ Dec 14th 2007.

Like Umberto Eco, i do believe that ‘The real hero is always a hero by mistake , he dreams of being an honest coward like everyone else’. 

 R.I.P Amisi

The costliest thing-(A womans’ heart)

February 12, 2008

The following piece is from the book ‘I Kissed Dating Goodbye’ by Joshua Harris.

It is during this season of love that many people propose;

see how powerful this poem is ……..  

Are you ready, does your mate really know what he is getting into?  

A Woman’s Question

By Lena Lathrop.

 Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing

Ever made by the Hand above?

A woman’s heart, and a woman’s life-And a woman’s wonderful love.

 Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing

As a child might ask for a toy?

Demanding what others have died to win

With the reckless dash of a boy. 

You have written my lesson of duty out

Manlike you have questioned me

Now stand at the bars of my woman’s soul

Until I shall question thee

You require your mutton shall always be hot

Your socks and your shirt be whole

I require your heart be true as God’s stars

And as pure as his heaven your soul 

You require a cook for your mutton and beef

I require a far greater thing

A seamstress you’re wanting for socks and shirts

I look for a man and a king 

A king for the beautiful realm called home

And a man that his Maker God

Shall look upon as he did on the first

And say; “It is very good.” 

I am fair and young, but the rose may fade

From this soft young cheek one day

Will you love me then ‘mid the falling leaves

As you did ‘mong the blossoms of May? 

Is your heart an ocean so strong and true

I may launch my all on its tide?

A loving woman finds heaven and hell

On the day she is made a bride 

I require all things that are grand and true

All things that a man should be

If you give this all, I would stake my life

To be all you demand of me

If you cannot be this; a laundress and cook

You can hire and little to pay

But a woman’s heart and a woman’s life

Are not to be won this way.  

In the line of fire

February 11, 2008

In the line of fire

 Recently, I publicly admitted that I was working on a collection of poetry on sex; A couple of people applauded me while others (even fellow poets) thought that I was misusing the power of the word. Others warned that I had put myself in the line of fire.

They said that my morals would be questioned, that I would receive all kinds of criticism for challenging the very essence of a conservative society, and that I was risking my own future (even in terms of relationships).

But then again, I would prefer to do it now instead of waiting for someone else to do it. I guess I just don’t wanna grow old wondering why I never did it or wondering who would ever do it!!!

All writers have a unique obligation and a duty to fulfil in this world and it is not all the same for all of us.

A Girls Fate (from the ‘Not in Jeans’ collection)

February 6, 2008

A Girl’s Fate

By Eudiah Kamonjo

 I looked deep into her bright eyes

Eyes that had seen heaven unfold

She said she wanted us to get married

I told her it’d never happen

Not in this world, not in this lifetime 

Her eyelashes couldn’t stop batting

Like a duck on high alert and

Warned of impending doom 

But what could I have said?

Her soul was one that’d easily melt

Infront of a jury of a thousand men

And admit I was all she lived for 

She was soft as a rose

She was sweet as candy

And mellow as my favourite cocktail

And though they said that Angels can be deceiving

Her heart was painfully clear as crystal 

She cried and mutteredI hugged her

But my mouth was gagged by thoughts of her pain and guilt

If she stuck by me

She kissed me with fiery passion

My senses responded

And as she lay in my arms that night

She begged me never to leave her for a man 

As the rain fell long and hard

On our ceiling-less roof

I knew I had to leave

No one could survive

The accusing eyes, the sharp words

From a family degraded

By a girls’ fate   

all lovers have ‘their’ song

February 1, 2008

Valentines (the season of love) for me starts today Feb 1st.

Cant help but reminisce on those times you think you are in ‘love’

Like all lovers, we used to have ‘our’ song.

This was it…..

 Drive myself crazy’

By ‘N Sync’ 

Lying in your arms
So close together
Didn’t know just what I had
Now I toss and turn
Cause I’m without you
How I’m missing you so bad
Where was my head?
Where was my heart?
Now I cry alone in the dark
I lie awake
I drive myself crazy
Drive myself crazy
Thinking of you
Made a mistake
When I let you go baby
I drive myself crazy
Wanting you the way that I do (Wanting you the way that I do)
I was such a fool
I couldn’t see it
Just how good you were to me
You confessed your love
Undying devotion
I confessed my need to be free
And now I’m left
With all this pain
I only got myself to blame
I lie awake
I drive myself crazy
Drive myself crazy
Thinking of you
Made a mistake
When I let you go baby (Let you go)
I drive myself crazy
Wanting you the way that I do (Wanting you the way that I do)

Why didn’t I know
(How much I loved you baby)
Why couldn’t I show it
(If I had only told you)
When I had the chance
Oh I had the chance


I lie awake
I drive myself crazy
Drive myself crazy
Thinking of you
Made a mistake
When I let you go baby (Let you go)
I drive myself crazy
Wanting you the way that I do (Wanting you the way that I do)

I lie awake
I drive myself crazy
Drive myself crazy
Thinking of you
Made a mistake
When I let you go baby (Let you go)
I drive myself crazy
Wanting you the way that I do (Wanting you the way that I do)
I drive myself crazy
Wanting you the way that I do.  

%d bloggers like this: