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Peninnah Nganga Poem
One Sunday afternoon in spring,
i was tending my garden,
trimming and watering the roses,
when he first passed by.
I remember standing up to break the ache,
and as i ran my hand across the face,
to wipe off the sweat,
there he was this breathtaking scenery!
He had the most fair face i had ever seen,
better than the men haunting my dreams from the Men Magazine!
His bone structure was well highlighted by the brown tinted aviators covering his eyes,
and the red Porsche reflected his perfect skin!
I don't remember much what happened next,
but with pure clarity i remember dropping my shears,
as he leveled the sun glasses fifty degree,
and cast a shameless stare to my long naked legs,
with passion so wild;
his eyes were like flames of fire!
Then with an evil smile that clearly said;
'i will be back for more sugar honey',
he fired his auto box and disappeared.
The second encounter found me sipping sweet tea,
reading 'red leaves' by Paulina Simons at the Porch.
He was in a tight green sweat t shirt that emphasized his muscles,
and long baggy shorts that revealed his manly hairy legs.
He dropped the paper pack which contained seedlings of,
every flower i could think think of from his hands,
gave another evil wink,
made a bow,
and left without a word wearing a mysterious smile.
And when he rang my door that Friday evening,
there was no need for more formalities,
our eyes told all the undeniable emotions we felt,
within seconds,
his hands were roughing up my clothes,
his long nose teasing mine as our mouths locked in deep search.
And when he started to nibble my ears,
and taste my skin,
i knew this adventure would forever change my life.
But when the cold metal on the ring finger touched my flesh,
as he tenderly caressed every spot his tongue baptized on my body,
i realized i had not only witnessed a crime of passion;
but had blood on my hands too.
But that did not stop the want,
it did not make him less desirable,
nor quench the fire!
And when his long John finally splashed my inner with his malt,
and both simultaneously hit the paradise and bounced back,
on my bed sweating and panting like teenagers,
i knew this lust will not end without me getting hurt.
And so the call came in this Sunday afternoon!
Her worked up voice playing on my machine,
rudely interrupted our third round of explosion.
She said she knew!
"The wife always knows" she exclaimed!
She told me i need to stop ****ing her husband,
and the father of her three kids,
or else the last thing i would remember,
"will be the Sheriff asking if you okey as you draw the last breath on this earth!"
And so i plead with you,your Honor,
the Jury and this Respectable Court,
to take me under the wings of the Witness Protection Program,
where i will be well protected and preserved from the risk of our encounters.
Kindly take me far north;
to a jurisdiction where his love cannot preside over.
Where my eyes will never again sparkle at the sight of his perfect body,
Where his fingers will never bruise my soft skin with a gentle caress.
Take me to a safe house where my heart can never be made by his love,
nor can my body die in his arms ever again.
Issue me a new identity that has no clue;
how good he is at this art.
Far from this soul that adores his being.
And in turn,
i will take the stand against him,
my palm on the Holy Book i will make the Oath;
to tell the the truth and nothing but the truth,
on the case of this organized crime,
committed by my man who should have never been mine,
against the one to whom he made vows of fidelity and stability.
Whom he promised to cherish,protect and forever adore,
through the fires of hell and pleasures of life,
till death do them apart.
Amen.
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Peninnah Nganga Poem
(WHY I KEEP LIVING)
She is light skin
blonde hair with curls
a perfect mixture of our different racial spring.
A gap in between her front teeth
and two tiny dimples on her cheeks.
Haha!
She is so beautiful and fragile
very intelligent and sweet.
She has a castle in the garden
she believes she is Cinderella.
My unborn princess Mia.
I dreamed of her ever since i was sixteen.
at nineteen i thought this was it
only i had no groom.
so when he put a ring on it on my 21st birthday
i knew it would be anytime soon.
But when we went our separate ways an year after that
it was another doom.
Now am 24,turning 25yrs soon
and i think i have found the right Mon.
But with all the distance and miles separating us
i think it will take a few passing of the moon.
Each night before i drift off
i close my eyes
place my hand on the tummy
and listen as her tiny legs tries to kick it off.
Each dawn when i wake
i kiss 'Mia the teddy' on the forehead
as i shall each day when we wake.
I live for that soft wail
when doctors cut that tail.
I live for the bite of her first set of teeth
announcing she is about to outgrow my tits.
I breath for the day she calls me 'mama'!
I breath for the day she runs down those stairs
without my arms as her guide and armor.
I breath for that scared innocent look
when i let go of her hand on her first day to school.
I fight for the day she comes home crying
with her first heart break.
I fight for the day those tall legs makes a win on the run way
granting her a career through break.
I live for the day she reach the teens
start to see me as her evil twin.
I breath for the day my baby girl walks down the aisle
with pride besides her father all glamorous and in style.
I fight for the day she hit forty
and everything she feels becomes a fight.
I live for the day she will comb my gray hair
tuck me to bed with a kiss on my forehead
as i once did to her.
I breath for the day i shall dies
old,toothless and with a smile
because i know she will be standing by.
I live, breath and fight to live
till she is live
right here in my life.
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Peninnah Nganga Poem
When a black woman love
she loves deeply.
She cares truly.
When she touch;
with tenderness.
Whenever she listen;
always filled with compassion.
Whom she respects;
that she adores!
She never judge;
she supports!
Will always have your back;
she is crazy loyal!
She never gives up on 'em;
she takes care of her own.
Whenever she is around
her presence is definitely felt.
It's the simple thing she does
and the way she does them;
her smile,
her gaze,
how she rolls her eyes,
play with her hair...
haha!
Not to mention how she effortlessly transforms
a house to a home.
they say black don't cracK;that's true!
Is bolD and beautifulL; definitely!
Absolutely phenomenaL;i concur!
But am here to declare
Black is royaltY,
so is a Black womaM!
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Peninnah Nganga Poem
Lovers then we became strangers
now full blown adversaries
enemies
gladiators armored for destruction.
This is no longer a relationship
it is a ruthless affair
a house of cards
kill zone
minefield 101.
Words sharp than machetes
actions colder than waterboarding
we massacred us
we are locked up in solitary confinement
you the king of North
and this Nubian Monarchy is mine.
To the last Iron and Crown standing
its game on!
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Peninnah Nganga Poem
I wonder what a world mine would be without music!!!
Single tune of Melodie entice my soul
the beat unconsciously get my head nodding
plants a smile on my face
woooooh!
Within no time
my feet are on the floor
my body swaying............!!!!!
Haha!!!
I wonder what a world mine would be without
the stereo
guitar
piano.....
The lyrics
the classics
operas
the R&B
the oldies.....
without 'em amazing voices!!!!
music
The power of my spirit!
rhythm of my life
makes me conscious of my past
inspires me to anticipate my future!
It reminds me who i am!!!
Music
I may not play
sing
or understand
but always i feel it.
Music makes me visible
invincible
That everything is possible!!!!!
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Peninnah Nganga Poem
"Why keep fighting to breathe to live?"
Young girl ask the old man.
He been laying on this bed for five years now
each dawn he get more frail
smaller
the pain intensifies...
But his eyes remains as clear as the azure skies.
He motions his great granddaughter to draw the curtains
slowly
half a step a time
he make his way to the window and push them wide
"Princess" He calls her
"I have lived more decades than i bargained for.
I have seen wars and birth of nations
Cradle of Civilization and discovery of technology
and this thing going around,revolution you call,i have bore witness to."
His shaky hand reach for the cuppa on the table
after two three mellow sips he continuous.
"I have loved and been adored
Cherished as i have been treasured
hurt as much as i have been harmed
rejected as much as i been dejected
judged as much as i have been mis-quoted...
I have tasted and own world's most exotic flavors
I have taken risks and build empires that will live more than any of you
I have caved a name that your generations will forever ride on
I have walked in the wilderness and a left a trail where others will follow..."
"I have done,experienced,seen and have it all."
He clench his toothless jaw that runs a crease on his face
"Your mother think i have lived too long."He laments
And to you my little dove, am another burden.
You are all eager to see me gone
you pray my lungs will fail me anytime soon."
He spits on the ground,then shoot the young lady a disgusting look
"Why i keep living?i keep breathing?i keep fighting?
I have but a phrase for an answer."
"DEATH IS TOO BORING."
Haha!
He lets out a mean laugh that echoes down the hallway
followed by a long rough dry cough
"Not to today Mr.Death,not today."
He sit back and continue to enjoy the ambrosia.
He has seen another spring,
he awaits the summer,the fall and the winter after that!
And so in Grandpa's words
i find a lesson i shall forever keep
to fight the hollows of each night for a new day
to make each breath count while i still have my being
and to keep on keeping on living
because somewhere down the horizon
in the dark shadows of the sun
death lurks.
And like grandpa says
DEATH IS TOO BORING!
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Sometimes i hit the store
purchase oldest pirates wine on the shelve.
Other times,
i take me out to a classy restaurant
dine mercilessly on the delicacies my tummy can handle.
But most times,
haha!this is my favorite!
I order new sweet scented shampoos and body sprays
right before they hit the shop floor
each for a new day;
to match my moods and feelings!
Oh!and ah,
DHL honking on my drive way
to deliver artifacts is also becoming quite a habit.
People don't understand why
"whats the point?" they wonder.
Why do all that for me?
Some say i am a material gal,
well,
there is no question about that.
But still,
they don't see the logic behind it!
most times,
i used to do it for fun,
to feel good,
to reward thy self,
for therapy,
or maybe,
because i have the means,
or to punish his highness with the invoice
when he doesn't keep his word.
Haha!
Really,
i don't know,
i didn't know either,
not till i realized;
ITS BECAUSE AM WORTH IT!
Am worth.The Tiffany diamonds and Akoya pearls flashing on me.
am worth.The hot air balloon ride across the Masai Mara,
am worth.That skinny dive at the Maldives,
am worth.A leisure shopping weekend in Dubai,
am worth.To be the countess,the duchess,the trophy wife,
am worth.All the finesse.
yeah!
Am worth.That priceless smile and the deep secrets,
am worth.All your appreciation and affection,
am worth.The sacrifice and the commitment,
am worth.Stability and fidelity,
am worth.The tears and the pain,
am worth.your unconditional forgiveness and faith,
am worth.The joy, peace and happiness,
am worth.All your trust,respect and endless love,
am worth.That extra mile, care and attention.
Indeed,
like the elusive 'milky way',
am definitely worth the find among the heavens.
so,
excuse me darling,
i need to sit back,
work on my tan,
and sip this Ruby Rose Cocktail,
because baby;
you know am worth the bill.
yeah that's right!
Am worth your name,
your dime,
your time
and your life!
Haha!
Cheeerrrssss!!!
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(FOR MY IRISH GODMOTHER WHOM MOST OF WHO I AM IS A REFLECTION OF THE GREAT WOMAN SHE IS!)
"Am proud of you baby!"
At my best moments
and lowest point
outstanding or just okey
mama always tell me am the best.
Often she reminds me the mountains
i have moved
the much i have achieved
how bright my star shines
how far am yet to travel....
"You are amazing my child!"
With immense joy and gratitude
i have come to realize
to mama i am never inadequate.
Each day she teach me
being a mother is not just a role
or obligation.
It is a full time duty and dedication
a calling
a resolution
a pledge of guardian,guidance
compassion,provision
An intimate function of care and solace
comfort,protection
support,affection...
A lifetime commitment!
"Am here for you baby!"
My prayer to Allah
to grant me the same strength
to be as much to my unborn daughter Mia
as my Irish Godmother is to me.
A Mother
A friend
A woman
A role model
An inspiration
And human enough...!!!
"You are the blessing in my life!"
"I love you my daughter!"
I love you too much too Mum,so much, i don't know who i would be without you!!!
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I don't want gold
I don't want diamonds
Papaa please don't buy me pearls
Frankincense and myrrh are good for my soul
Sapphires,emeralds and rubies reflect so fine on my ebony skin
But this Christmas i don't want those
I want luminous smiles in the face of each and every child
For every key in my piano
Every chord in my guitar
Lord let little ones' laughter be the soundtrack
Their bliss will be my mirth
This Christmas.
And for the fallen ones
Innocence stolen too early
My friends and i will burn candles
Light bonfires all over the world y'all
Make sure folks see their babies dancing up above
Smiles dazzling brighter than the sparkling stars
Oh their bliss lets make it our mirth
This Christmas.
I could take a safari
Africa is pretty warm and colorful this time of the year
Or visit Sendai Pageant of Starlight
Now that would be a sight to behold
Perhaps even fly over see my Irish mum
Oh what else would a goddaughter want more?
But for this Christmas
I want luminous smiles in the face of each and every child
For every key in my piano
Every chord in my guitar
Lord let little ones' laughter be the soundtrack
Their bliss will be my mirth
This Christmas.
And for the fallen ones
Innocence stolen too early
My friends and i will burn candles
Light bonfires all over the world y'all
Make sure folks see their babies dancing up above
Smiles dazzling brighter than the sparkling stars
Oh their bliss lets make it our mirth
This Christmas.
All i need this Christmas;
For every child a smile!
#EveryChildASmile (World Vision Campaign)
Merry Christmas everybody!
Spread the love spread the cheer
Love you all!
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Peninnah Nganga Poem
Dear Erick,
i remember like its yesterday when we first met.
Second Sunday of the cold July
few days to my parents anniversary.
you said,"Hi am Erick and I would love to know you!"
We exchanged numbers
we shared photos of places we been to
day till the wee hours of the morning
we would talk tirelessly.
The world,politics,technology,time,spaces
there is no stone we didn't turn.
We did not always share same view
but always we agreed to disagree.
Haha!
You kept saying, "I have found my match!"
We clicked so well!
The connection was undeniable.
Then that weekend you left for fishing in Ireland
we hardly talked
i was so miserable.
I remember thinking,"am falling in love with this man!"
That Sunday when you got a connection in London
the first words you said when were
"I have a feeling there is a big fight awaiting."
Haha!
Though that was our first fight
it was the day we found our center.
It has been so amazing ever since.
We have had our heavenly moment
Skype can tell you that.
We have had our share of pain too
Whatsapp can testify.
Our major break up on your birthday last year
The down time we both went through
beginning of this year...
But somehow
somehow still
our friendship and our love remains a constant force.
Atleast not until lately when all the crude fighting began.
You say i blame you all the time
that am playing hard ball
trying to push you away
that i do not trust you.
But you been the one changing the game.
I understand your life is speeding up
but you forget the results of that on us.
Beyond chasing contracts and making millions
you forgot there is a bride back home
in need of your quality time.
You said you had thought of it hard enough
and it is better that we break up.
I deserve better you said
we are not happy anymore.
Obviously you have a point.
We are not happy as we need to.
I think i idolize you too much that i forget you human
in need of my affection as much as i need yours.
But you also forgot your duty
to silence my insecurities with reassurance and tenderness
like you used to.
Four days and five nights still i wait
a word
a text
a sign
a clue
that you have not given up on us.
But the silence remains.
En zo mijn lifde (and so my love
ik hou van je (i do love you
ik can romans schrijven over ons (i can write novels about us
ik zal waarschijnlijk een Mills&Boon versie van ons schrijven (I will probably write a Mills&Boon version of us
Maar (But
als dit is waar onze altijd eindigt (if this is where our forever ends
dan will ik dat je weet (then i want you to know
HET IS EEN MOOI LEVEN AAN UR ZIJDE GEWEEST.(IT HAS BEEN A BEAUTIFUL LIFETIME BY YOUR SIDE)
However
should you decide to change your mind
you can come back anytime
but like yourself
i too will need a few days to figure out things.
Because
when we vowed for better or worse
you should have known that this is one of such ugly times.
You should have never left.
Goodbye my love.
Or is it?
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