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Mikyla Kasavi

Days pass us by

As we sing the same old song til sunset

We go beyond our threshold

Trying to achieve our ambitions

A few ways down the road

Our resilience starts to fade away

Our limbs begin to give in

And the passion becomes monotony

It’s all in vain without hope.

 

Mikyla,

You gave us a purpose

A reason to wake up and face the wind

A reason to step up and face the grind

You gave us a new perceptive of life

Different ambitions

Different challenges

Different friend circles

Different way of ending our day

Coming home to a hopeful face

A heart full of innocence, joy and love.

 

Today I say a prayer

May you be the best of your type

May you become the type of girl that slays

May your story be typed in the oldest history books

May you not become a typical woman

I pray that you will always be of substance

A girl that paints hope in every sphere of life

A princess for eternity

Keeping all the values that I teach you

Keeping all negative vibes at bay

And always keeping your game flawless.

 

I thank God for you

Always and forever.

 

(For Mikyla Kasavi. Daughter of Evelynn Muthoni. Friend and inspiration.)

 

By Matolo Kyalo Jr.

Second Anthology: Anger Management

August, 2017.

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This Can Go Either Way

​Matolo Kyalo Jr, Kilifi County, Kenya.




She speaks with an accent

Borrowed from the Digo and Islamic communities

Her dress code speaks of her roots

The Swahili culture

She drags her speech

And paints a picture with her words

She rarely smiles

But when she does,

It’s sunrise in Mji Wa Kale.
This can go either way ..

I might be sucked into her world

Body art, henna, hijabs, Kurán and Islamic glamour

Bitter coffee with age mates

Ramadhan and sweet doughnuts

Priceless housewife benefits

Allahu Akbar.
This can go either way ..

She might be drawn into my queer lifestyle

Living with an alter ego

Giving poetry the first place

Listening to the soft splash as seawater gracefully rolls to the shore

Cherishing every moment lived

Keeping my anger in check

As we abide by the morals

Avoiding the nasty corals

Less sorrows.
Bismillahi!

Matolo Kyalo Jr
Anger Management
©July, 2017.

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​A Colourful Past

Matolo Kyalo Jr., Kilifi County, Kenya.
I stare blankly

Rainwater trickles down the stained glass

My taxi is speeding down Teenage Avenue

The images are blurry and surreal

The voices from outside are barely audible

The sounds in my mind are screams and echoes

They cause me unspeakable agony

I stay calm in my seat

Watching as day turns into night 

I see faces burning under the moon’s amber

I see blood on the dirty street

Ambitions scatter all over the pavement

There’s no sanity anymore

It’s just a stone cold avenue painted with rage

Angry people walking aimlessly

Looking for answers from angrier ancestors

It’s a pissed community

Palms start sweating

The images are now fading

Darkness engulfs everything.
Taxi stops at crossroads.
Wind of change awakens my conscience

I look back down the empty avenue

I see a sweet struggle

So much pain

Yet, such a beautiful smile

Souls fighting a winning battle

I see red in blood and rage

For the vigilance and resilience

I see green in torn fences

For patience and strong will

I see yellow in fierce flames

For Hope, faith and a southern rising sun
I see a colourful past.

By: Matolo Kyalo Jr.
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Anger Management
©July, 2017.