How much is a taxi
to Nairobi West
where my woman lives?
I must guard her
from that Luo
with a thick flat nose
she's my territory
I'll defend her with money
and my balls.
I love her double deal
how can you forget a woman
into whom you die smoothly?
she makes me good coffee
and tells me good words
she touches me
with smooth cooling hands
different from my wife's fire
she and I drink
from the same bottle
we know a lot
about each other but
she has sharp eyes.
over my money
but so what
I don't mind paying tax
to her imperial being
It's pathetic
the way she looks at me
when I come
she sees a daddy in me
because
she hasn't got any puppy
she's a beautiful bitch
bottle, come to think about it
Me, it's not that I like
telling lies, but
I’m forced to lie
anyway
we are all liars
the difference
is in the degree
in which we cheat
She has nice-looking eyes
with orphan smiles
that call my money
out of my wallet
just, one more beer
for the road then I'll be dead
until tomorrow.
Beer, after taking you
I can look at my wife
in the eye when I'm lying
I wish I could live
with a clean conscience
with purity of the heart
that doesn't lie
that doesn't hate
but the animal in me
frustrates me,
I'm eaten up
by the guilt of the volume
of lies that I've told
I dislike the way in which
I conduct affairs of my heart
What a tough world
I used to think I'd be rich
through saving big money
for advancing myself
but I fucked up
my path to fortune
My beer, why do you cry
for every little shilling
in my backyard?
Everywhere I pass
goods things stare at me
for me to buy them
with empty hans
Look at myself
I wanted to educate myself
to reach university, but
beer and women
fucked up my ambition
But so what
life must continue
my dear bottle
you surely make up
for everything I’ve lost
dear beer, sink into me
and make me feel
I've got my degree
Or else
my wife and my kids
are my degrees.
I shall die the same death
that also the rich will die
kings and queens
with university degrees
will also die dead
Barmaid, come close
let me touch your goods
before you give me
another bottle
I must live my life
to a certain degree
I see many good things
in you
you're beautiful
fuckable
d'you know that?
Are you a woman
or a girl?
d'you want to be a wife
or a whore?
Oh, come on, don't go
before you tell me
how many times
you've aborted.
come! come, please!
Have you ever been made
pregnant?
how many men
has your workshop milked
do they cry
when you milk them?
Bottle, why did she go
hell, do I stink?
how can that be
not me
I'm a great man
in spite of my failures.
Too many things
man wants to become
there was a time I wanted
to be an Air Force pilot
I wanted to fly jets
in supersonic speed
zooming
and zwiiiiping into the sky
towards God’s residence
I wanted to have power l
like thunder
to terrify men
my deer bottle
why didn't I fail
am I weightless upstairs?
Beer is great
for self purification
dear beer
you're my confidant
tell me the philosophy
of survival
in this tough world, where
too many events
greet you with
what you didn't want
and kills you in the end
like a helpless rat
I drink to kill time
in the art
of drinking out my frustrations.
God damn that girl, Mbeneka
with squints
once upon a time
I had a scholarship
to study forestry in Russia
but I turned it down
in favour of the squint
whom, nonetheless I lost
in the end.
I miss her squint features
the manner in which
she used to look at me
one eye at me
the other one at God
with mystery in between
she looked funny
in tears
where the hell
did Mbeneka go?
The squint in Mbeneka
had thin and long
flamingo legs, but
she was tight sexually
Mbeneka killed me
in good installments
God, what did I run for
in marriage, during which
I married out my freedom?
A boy thinks
real life is in getting married
when emotional capitalism
beckons you
but the story changes
when you grow older
when love can even stink
Women
are messy creatures
yet indispensable
I'd have done wonders
if only I didn't rush
into the prison called marriage.
if only, only
I could be single again
my beer bottle
what d'you think?
I've fucked enough to know
there's more to life
than sex
I fucked out my fortune.
if it weren't for my wife
I’d be very far elsewhere
hell or paradise, perhaps
Oh yes, that woman
saved me
for many a man
salvation is through woman
my wife is my castle
I tell you
my bottle, what d'you think?
My wife keeps me
spiritually clean
and shields me
against destruction
by other women
I 'd be a weakling
without my wife
tonight I must drink
and toast
to the health of my wife
in spite of
her automatic mouth-gun.
When I tell her
she's my castle
she calls me a liar
in the belief that
I must lie to her every day.
I don't lie always
It’s my wife who forces me
to lie to her
ethical lies are healthy
to any marriage.
So easy to tell a lie
but keeping the lie
is so expensive.
Take a lie at the risk
of damaging your soul
you'll always remember
the lie you told him
whenever you meet the victim
dear beer
what about the lies
you’ve been telling me?
I struggle to say no
when it is no
and say yes
when it is yes, but
the route to survival is beset
with demands
that you must lie
in order to pass.
God, tonight
I feel pretty filthy muddy
and entangled
on my way to this place
I've eaten filth
dear bottle let me forget it
I quarrel with myself always
because of my slips
today I mess up with myself
then beg for self forgiveness
at the denial of my soul
I'm a bastard
born to live dwarf life
But so what, dear bottle
am I not better than Mumo
with his B.A degree?
what a human write off
who drinks like fish
and fucks up jobs
thrice divorced, perhaps
for fucking wives wrongly
His last wife ran on him
minus some of her teeth
he's destined to die alone
with his B.A
Me, I've never seen
the inside of a university
yet I speak
and spurt power
you bastards, keep off
I drink my own money
and fuck with my own penis
I’d do much better
than my lousy MP
who sits m Nairobi always
until next general election
by then his hot penis
one school girl
after another school girl
in his game of adulteration
with people's wives too
as if he were elected
to messy up with citizens
I wish him a good death
through the channel of AIDS
in order to pave way
for a better MP
When election comes
he pours money
hell knows where he gets it
what a moral thief
in leadership
paid by the government
to continue stealing
and scheming evils.
He was born
with a cheating blood
he was craftily cheeky
when he was a boy
armed with lethal words
for seducing girls
at his ungodly age
he'd strut about girls
with a thin penis
claiming he was a man
some cheeky girls demanded
Being shown his pubic hair
before submission
he'd then go behind the bush
and uproot his hair
then return to the girl
with a smile
crying here! here! look!
His cheating trade thrives
by leaps and bounds
day by day
he's specialized
in political thuggery
