David Kinyanjui

The first time I saw her,
even though it was from afar,
she made me go gaga!
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I saw them in town,
they were two sitting down.
The big lady was beating drums,
Hum! de-dum! Hum!
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It happened so fast,
that I found myself in the past.
In a shake of a lambs tail,
I could only tell the tale.
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Lady of mine,
A precious jewel from the depth of a mine.
You are curved of a valuable stone,
that is tender to touch, soft in tone.
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I have been dealt with cards,
Some have had me scarred.
It is not as if no one cared,
For that reason, I am not scared.
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He is slow,
This on him, is as white as a snow.
And so,
He might get a little late to reap what he sow.
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You have blessed me abundantly,
Taught me that not all things are done abruptly.
As sure as the rising sun in the east,
You set a table for me in your feast.
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It was fools day.
And since it is only fools who rush in,
I held my horses, kept them at bay.
I did not consider that if I were to start I should begin.
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A story is told,
Of those that are bold.
The ones that are as strong as a stallion,
Who go out of their way to clinch the medallion.
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Her mind is water,
It flows from what does, and does not matter.
For this reason,
she escapes the thoughts that are her prison.
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When I feel as if things happen within my own right,
Remind me that I am only in favour of your sight.
When I think to myself that I am bright,
Grant me knowledge and wisdom, please shed on me the light.
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There is a place I go to,
And there I find her too.
Not that we follow each other,
But maybe something tie us together.
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He is a man with a heart,
Which shelters humbly in its cage, where at.
In that little hut,
He wears some a hat.
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Some praise the rains, because they need to grow.
All they have had is warmth and in baited breath waited to glow.

Some praise the rains,
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There was a time indeed,
I tried out some deed.
And when at it, I paid heed.
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She is an egg.
Her strength lies in her shape, head to leg.
She easily breaks across her shell.
But on her edges, she is toned well.
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My ship is an emotional wreck.
It tells from the deck.
Sometimes I keep it in check,
But at moments it is all over my neck.
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I show her almost everyday,
Not just in the month of May,
That she is my mother,
And I have no other.
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I have heard what you do to those who love you.
You pick them among the rams and the ewe.
You herd them as a flock,
All round the clock.
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I always hang on the wall,
Where I am looked at, by all.
You will find me in a house or maybe in a hall.
From there, I am always expected to make a certain call.
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