Fire from the Sky by Stanley Mungai (best memoirs of all time .txt) 📖

IS YOU.

Who is this that he talks about?

That has ran his mind fantasizing

This that makes him write

Passionate love poems

When he should be concentrating on his lessons

His classes have become second

After this angels that he speaks about

Who is she?

It is you.

Why doesn’t he tell us frankly?

Who she really is?

She who he loves so

That it makes the others envious

Of such deep love

From the bottom of a man’s heart

Blessed be you girl

That is whoever you are;

But it is you.

Smile girl with the angelic face

Give all of us a show

Let us see what the poet says

How true it is

You who I say that my soul craves for

And my heart all extended to

Smile dear smile

And stop to pretend that you do not know

That it is you.

I call you my first lady

But it is you daughter of the moon

You that compete for beauty with Venus

The goddess of it all

Let the sun stop as a witness

Of how much I love you

And I will call out the rainbow

Write on it for the whole world to see

“My love belongs to you”

To you my dear.

MY LOVE ONLY FOR YOU.

Down the dangerously steep mountains

She powerfully gurgles down

Clear and powerful

And ultimately into the sprawling Mwea plains

And though out of the steep

Still deliver her intimate brand

Of current flow power.

Sneaking silently around the curves

Bending towards her destiny

She now only whispers

A low murmur of liquid advice

“Please don’t

Defy, misuse or pollute me

For I love you

That’s why I came”

And I love to admire

The immense beauty of her flow

Old yet powerful

Her steps gaily like a fairy

And her loins a mass of turbulence

Her valley heavy with vegetation

A forest out of a scary fairy tale.

But I love to watch her

Slim body

Snaking to the direction of the slope

The dance of white foams in the current

As she churns her way to the coast

Releasing a cold radiation

A caressing chill

The beauty of her source

The snow-capped lofty mountains

I can only give my love to you

To you my darling

That can only be

River Nyamindi.

NO THREAT

You feel threatened

That university is my institution

And high school yours

Should it happen that;

Angels dropped from the blue heavens

To spark this hearty passion

Then you are my angel

And if queens descended

From the medieval times of Vikings

To rule our hearts with roses

You are the queen of my heart

So if the case be that;

The highest institution of learning

Flowered ones to be treasured

You are my campus girl

And should you think you are not,

I have declared you one.

ON THE FIRST DAY I SAW YOU.

My hair stood on end

And I strongly felt my pride bend

I was afraid you could hear

As my poor heart beat frantically with fear

That I would not please you

That you would overlook me

On that first day I saw you.

Walking in springy steps like a fairy

And wearing a smile that melt my heart

Met in a handshake,

Felt the tender touch

I still couldn’t out make;

“Aren’t you hugging me?” Ouch!

On that first day I saw you.

Hoped that the handshake

Will go above the elbow

Felt my mansion of desires going loose

My submarine of hopes going afloat

My dove of love on the shove

On that first day I saw you my love.

RED MONSTER

I saw a very old woman out in the cold

There was rain

There was a hyena

Eager to take a piece of her

And she cried out feebly for help

And she was answered

Or rather she now had company

A red-eyed and horned monster

It trampled on the only hope she had:

The feeble voice

Muted like a zombie

And the beast

Coughed out a fire of destruction

Breathed immobility in her

To eager but not quite able

To lick away her life as well.

Helpless, rejected and dejected too

Talk of desolation and poverty

Never again back to her land

Her only inheritance; and heritage too

The woman dies of hunger and disease

The monster wags its tail in joy

Then turns back and leaves her

Unburied, unattended, unmourned

Left her for the hyena to do the rest.

RESPOND DEAR

Is there more that I can do?

Tell me that I may hear

I will readily do that

Sacrifice all to do it

Open up girl to my pleas

And respond that I may know.

Not less than four letters

Have I jotted in a row

All in the name of love

Have you ignored it?

Please don’t

And if you have,

Do not keep it in your heart

Respond that I may know.

Do not keep me any longer

In the painful suspense

Poised between rocks of anxiety

Finding the delay irksome

Itching for something to happen

That you will let me know

What you think of me girl

Is there anything

That I as a man have not promised?

Paradise, Heaven, Stars, full moon

And even the rainbow

Haven’t I girl?

I now promise you my love

But do you promise yours?

Respond please that I may know.

REST IN PEACE DAD.

Horror horror horror

Sorrow sorrow sorrow

Why did it have to happen?

You birds in the air

What were you doing that you did not sing

Songs to keep our dad from leaving

To hold him a little bit longer

Listening to your sweet moving melodies

And you sun

Oh mighty ruler of the daylight

What were you doing at the tropic of Cancer?

When he fell to the dreadful cancer?

Pass on to Capricorn and do not hover

Above the region of the equator.

You are to blame you stars

That moved your wings so gaily

And caused your eyes to twinkle so merrily

That you got the attention of our beloved father

Caused him to leave us

Mesmerized by your beauty

Hide your fire you stars

And keep the charm of your beauty

To them that are worth its attention

But why our dad?

Who had given all to charity?

Sacrificed what a man can’t; a family

And got a larger one of twelve thousands

Taught us how to live

And lighted the path of glory for us

Our hearts are stone-heavy

At the loss of our beloved dad

We loved you dad and still do

And know that you loved us too

But it had to happen, rest in peace.

And you moon

You know how he loved to smile

Then you stole the chance

And smiled so charmingly wide

When all his sons were asleep

And your charm attracted our father

To come to the broad heavens above

You are to blame too.

But I now give you the assignment

You heavenly dwellers

All who contributed

To the departure of our dad

Sun shine upon him all the days

And make your sister the moon

And her maidens the stars

To attend to him for eternity

Oh mighty ruler of the daylight

Make the birds to entertain him

Till all of us meet him some day

Let your golden rays surround him in majesty

Give him your seven-colored scarf

The rainbow medal

For a life lived to the fullest

And for a race run, completed and won

We shall miss you Geoffrey Griffin

Rest in peace dad.

SCHOKO PRO.

Scatter and throw,

Seed to sow,

Virtue to grow,

Schoko pro,

I love you so!

TEENAGE WOMAN.

My two decades of existence

Keeps me glued to the classroom furniture

And the male colleagues too

Not leaving behind the city lady

The holidays argue out my freedom

And am let loose into the countryside

To the domicile of origin.

This company that I need so.

Of the human species xx

Looking for all but to naught.

They all be teen mothers

Trampled roses, imprisoned souls

I miss the beauty of the flowers

And the noise of virgin laughter

Cruelly held away from me

By these a bit too early mothers.

Nothing seems to get better,

For the light denied countrysiders

Will a sight appear in the sky?

Or an angel drop from the heavens

To bring a huge handed message

To grab the fifteen years old woman

Back to the classroom

So that am not a grandfather

At thirty years of age

Slacken your pace oh teenage woman!

TELL ME A STORY.

I can’t sit around the fire

To listen about the ogre

Who swallowed a whole village

The hare and the hyena

Because my forty years old Grandma

Pursues her Master’s degree.

Can you recall any mama?

Your eight-decade granny told

Of the times the animals spoke

So I can tell it to my daughter

And charge her to pass it on

Speak life to the ailing heritage,

Please mama,

Tell me a Story.

THANK YOU GOD.

Thank you God

For creating beautiful flowers

Flowers that have sweet scents

To keep all of us here merry

You put flowers

In the beautiful garden of Heaven

But I think there is one that is missing

Please check for a flower

Of the species of my first lady.

Thank you God

For making twinkling stars

And put them in the sky

But in the constellation Homo sapiens

A star fell to the earth

The star my love.

Thank you God

For creating beautiful angels

Angel Michael to defend us

Angel Gabriel to give us your message

But isn’t there an Angel missing in Heaven?

Yes! I saw the other day

Right here with me

Please let her stay here

This angel of my heart.

THIEF MESSAGER

We sent him to represent us

And he obediently went

To represent himself

Never forgot us though

Remembered to turn back

To bite at the fingers that fed him

To kick us in the groin

As he filled his granary

Time is up!

He hasn’t passed our message

He is cunningly back

Asking us to give him

Vouchers for his greed

Our votes

Prove to me my people

Something is between the ears

Send him away

This thief messager.

THIS SHADOW

It is a slow but fast shadow

This thing they call, I think exams

The shadow starts

With the rising of a new year

And sets when least expected

Sets on all its subjects

Creating a feeling of terror

That in the meantime

There will be no sunshine

This shadow.

The dark sets in

I have to balance the accounts

And quote Hyde vs. Hyde

The first day

And the darkness still prevails

I expect sun next

But am supposed now

To assume the boring role

Of the Kenya revenue Authority

This shadow

The economist, the auditor

They can make businesses

But what can they do about

The much I have to do?

To determine the marginal cost

Whatever that is

This shadow.

WHERE WILL I TAKE LOVE?

Heavily loaded my heart is.

Full of love and wonders untold.

Overflowing with passion.

Soaked in affection immeasurable.

Dripping tender gentleness.

Longing for just a response.

Fair damsel of motherland.

Displayed for you did I.

The shape of my heart.

Let you in the secret chambers.

And you turn your back.

As if nothing happened.

Who?

Who then beauties of the land?

Who