Job Ombati

Few are the confusions
like that of a dog on a funeral day.
So many feet, so many sombre faces.
To bark or not.
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He clutches the bottle firmly.
Sometimes when out of hand,
he caresses it.
Softly as he could maiden love.
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SCAVENGER LOVE
Man scavenger.
Bird scavanger.
Animal scavanger.
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MY FRIEND KYEVA F KYALO
Few strutted the academic landscape like did you.
Softly but indelible steps left
that years later your efforts
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On bended knees I cometh.
Without mascara;
no pedicure
no manicure
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My brother Robert
I mourn you my brother
Good to me you were during your day.
Now that night has come and you've retired;
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We're old.
Grizzled, used, tired
Our vision strong but dimmed.
Many years of expectations, dreams,
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It's too morning
And my bones creak in utter defiance.
My eyes the more evasive to light.
I won't wake up,
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I have loved for nothing.
Visited markets and bought basketfuls of food,
for a stubborn heart.
Lengths and lengths of cloth,
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You say I am slim and Sexy.
Drinkable.
Holdable.
But I despise you, you obstreperous fool!
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I today lay my iniquity bare.
For all to bear.
So overt in your glare.
That my heart so strain.
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This was my choice.
To miss the big break.
And be with my boys and girl.
Their first bike ride to give.
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People like cats;
they crave as others they enslave.
Sleeping most of the day(s) .
Running a mind of their own.
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Don't Cry, Just try.
When on face problems fly.
Just frizzle them like onions to fry.
Each day, different fortunes.
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I seek to find a word.
A word of the heart.
Sweet as honey.
Dripping pure sweetness.
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It wasn't in my intray my Lord to betray.
Only did inclinations of the heart.
In darkest cranny of heart didst they contrived.
As base as they could.
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Having my earphones on and listening to the music of yesteryears.
The serenade golden voices and magical guitars with dexterity played.
Drums beaten with love and a godliness.
Of a past gone, they remind.
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Pushing the cart uphill,
men sweat.
A defiant fly ducks into
the malodorous armpits
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If life were to give a chance,
in life's big football arena,
would you play number 7?
Tackle down opponents?
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It is a skill
to be Nairobian.
It; a skill so rare.
Expensively acquired;
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