Ekitontome  (poem) mu Luganda eri omwagalwa. A love poem to a loved one..

Emyoyo 

We grew up together, Nakkazi and I. Naturally, like all those who grew or grow up together, we had grown apart in most bits of our lives. That probably shouldn’t matter, save for the graveyard frightening reality that we had both been born on a Friday the 13th. This story, like many bits and pieces…

How To Resurrect A Parrot

Days have been dark for sometime now. The last time I heard of a cloudy Sunday and a roaring sermon praise must be decades of Sundays ago. Who is kissing the Pastor’s shoes now that there’s social distancing? I don’t know how things go in the world of cult fraud, ask me not. Am only…

Day 36

Some time, like at that odd time when dinosaurs were thriving at the same time of their demise, everything never made sense as it should have. I had bits of thoughts that most of what I was thinking was not my thoughts. Then I thought, then whose thoughts are they that I was thinking? 

Solemn

Now, we fall, Flipping in the air, Tomorrow we rise, Dreams have elapsed We morons of our time we'll once again fall, A new paradise to hell collapsed. The closeted, disclose, The disclosed, closed. Wouldn't be a good one if I didn't wish it, Would it? This nineteen closed the second, One for the ten…

Riddance & Wishes

Sometimes, All times, All I'll ever need is that star You could have been gasses burned ages a far Or to me a year since a life you left ajar You'll shine, You were meant to shine Keep shining, it's only you I see this far.. Grief brings no relief of soul, Belief heals no…

A friend of mine lights the night

Princess, Some hearts are torn, Some hearts are blown, Without you mine is both Princess, Real men don't cry; Best friends do And Loving fathers wail Princess, Lucky hearts are never born, Luckier hearts last a lifetime, Then there are those; The Angelic special ones like mine, you, Those only last a while But to…

A Princess beyond royalty

Consciously indecisive cynicism, Laid on a white platter akin the devil's linen robes. Nightmares with malnourished babies reciting sonnet's with Don Rickles' sarcasm, The neighborhood is a heaven to all things heathen, I preach, I teach, and not a soul bleeds a drop of penitence, Not my own neither Am left inside my own My…

Dreams we lost to the future

We need peace, Everybody fights and everybody wins a battle, Everybody makes a kill even when the price is fatal Though no one ever seems contented to make the cease Everybody strives to win the war with no trophies, Though the kids in my ghetto could use some happiness in toffees. Am fed up and…

Heaven lives here no more, thank you!

Four years ago and I couldn't picture this, Fights in the nights that could only end in a late night insobriety pseudo peace Short as as the beautiful midget I am them demons always gave me a diss With forgiveness to Antoinette, them snitches couldn't picture Him to I too give peace We kept together…

Artemidorus

My Bantu German Shepherd, Basenji wont take them lambs to stroll Am in a cabin in the woods, with hay for my back to lay I got 3 bottles of Glenmorangie that won't last me the night My little princess' picture got lost in last night's fight Am living minimal, my ex was smart to…

Purgatory

We was in spite mood with mine, It's been no secret, am hers, We was spending way too much on wine, It's always the World Series of bottles for cars, Sensual nights in cellars with no sheets were fine, And fights with no witnesses but stars, All we were left with were mortal liver scars.…

Songs in my head

I was born of a time borne in torn, I was torn in bits that neither rhymed in beat or tone I was of a tone that not this world could easily atone I was atoned with a disgrace that befit a con I was no con, only life lessons bought with blood and bone…

Suicide, Guns & Songs

Oh, how these times pass us by! And yet when they do pass, their tides and glides bring all sorts of reminisces and regrets. Of course for a few, and that's very few my dear old friend Khartoum,...a sigh of good riddance. I know, times long as they have been, (post thirty on both our…

Dear Khartoum

Oh look what you made me do, Rosy, Roseanne, the heart I don't own you've split in bits My soul's freedom a new lease to live you've led it to I wouldn't kill a cow for they are my ancestors too Oh Rosy, Roseanne look what you've made my Almighty and His glorious Angels throw…

God’s child

She is playing me like a fiddle played by a child, Jezebel, the love I do wish I forever lose to the wild Her Golden feathers and Diamond claws used to humble me like a child Rough lies of nights escorting and liveried nights a wild Pseudo fame got her drunk on thinking she's a…

The realm of royal evil

It's always been a judgment of souls upon weights of fouls We should give zero middle fingers if they blamed you or me Yours and Mine, Our flaws to us are all Fine It's that tight Now, it's not that I don't love you, It's only that I can't have you You're far too kind…

Far too kind, thank you!

I hate writing in memoriam, I don't like insulting others' memories of the gone loved ones with my wrong grammar. Also, for some strange reason, I think some are never really gone (ears on you Kudiza...am listening.) I hate people who never write in memoriam, save for those who had no reason to in the…

Simple Song

You ingratious sacrilegious imbecile, I hope you are banished off the Gregorian and the Julian I hope there's hell for years too, Go burn into smithereens so U can feel a slice of pain you've left me U damn fraud tricked me into wishing others a happy you, Now look how 365 cycles later you…

Bless you 2018..& riddance

It's a late Thanksgiving with white lambs and royal wine It's been a lovely Sabbath, so to that, we dine With 2 step dance tips, from shady preachers grinding to songs divine Tone-deaf cheers of choirs with silky voices, that I wish were mine Yet: She's my wine She's my sabbath She's my song She's…

The Queen’s Sequins

Always sharing moments that forever will be a blessing and a torment, Now Don't you worry Child, Though I may tear once in while, that's my way of love to vent, Remember, all hearts can be mended except broken ones I read your last two letters, they that now I'll curate You dared to love…

Don’t You Worry Child

He’s sounded the drums to call you home, My dearest one Keneda, such is your call. A call to Angels and nobles supreme. If I’d had notice of your brief stay; I coulda sent you a flower of rose, Or lavender. Or any of them scents so delicately steam distilled, they’d tinge your royal…  Share this:

Kudiza Kenneda Zimwe – A risen Angel

Dear loved ones, if any left, I write this, not with the saddest of hearts, I write this not with the proudest of minds, And nor with the prejudice of self-ablution For I believe as far back as my flimsy soul can recount, I've borne no heart nor had the privilege of a mind. This…

Dirty Confetti

Why's the water so blue? Why's the shore so groomed? Why does every moment with you drum true? If these nights we'd lost I'd be so doomed. This thumping in my chest is surreal This is a love in a spring so bloomed Please take my breath if it's my last These memories in marble…

Bloom!

This is a place of solace. Monk temple solace. This is a place of love. Mother and child love. (The right mother and child ofcourse). The right kind of love. The Zimwe loves you kind of love. Crazy love. This is a place of fun. Acid Festival fun. This is place of sorrow. Daughter, Mother, Father, Love, and other mixes of sorrow. This has hymns from heaven with some overtones or the wails from hell. This place is many places though I can tell m, you and I find relief being here. This is home. Even when we don’t want it.
I, The lone wolf writes here,
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