AfriKanDaughter

How do I all for your childhood stories

When I know there is pain?

How do I ask for the laughter and the memories

When I am afraid to hurt you?

How do I ask for you to share my past before I came to be

When I am not sure I will be able to console you

How do I get to know

When it is unspoken

Dee 2020

I had a letter in my heart

But I didn’t have a recipient

You were meant to be the recipient

My heart is overflowing with joy

With love, with warmth

Dear Wôli

Beautiful baby boy

Fresh, as in Christmas fresh

Your mum

Is an Angel

She also just bore a wonderful baby

Happy birthday Wöli

Big haired baby

Whoever touches your hair will face your mother’s

Wrath

I chuckled

Letter to you Wöli

You are loved

I thought of you,

Mrs Azianji

Mrs Githwe

Mrs Ng’ang’a

Mr Githua

Mr Nyandieka

Mr Njoroge

Thank you

And to many more I forgot

Thank you for seeing and believing

Primary and Secondary

Blessings,

Dee

Thank you.

Here in my heart,

In my mind,

You’re always there.

Buh-bye

June 8

Hello again,

I was waiting patiently for the message you harboured, not knowing how it would be.

You brought the happiness, the flashbacks, and the balmed hurt.

When will you come again?

Shall we wait for the blanketed mind?

Dear Shadows, it is always a feeling having you around. Good-bye, and may you not be seen again. *smile*

It’s as if the small white feather that is on your hat is not enough, you are carrying a walking stick.

It looks polished by years of use and handling, still maintaining its natural shape that the original branch had.

You got on the bus, leather jacket, hat with a side feather, and stick, then I saw the eyes.

There are bedazzled eyes on your stick. As you sit down, you took of your hat, and…

I saw a cockroach flip over and land on its back.

I saw how it was struggling to turn back.

Then I wondered,

How does it feel having six legs

With the inability to turn over quickly if for some reason I flip over,

Then I shivered,

I don’t want those dreams.

I don’t think I’m strong enough for The Metamorphosis.

I woke up with you in my mind.

I have seen your ranches,

I have seen your sunset,

I have seen the deck that made me want Boulder.

I have felt the air and the sweet relaxation

Just from Jax’s photos.

Colorado,

You changed my perception,

I met and love the Woods

I managed to see what a beautiful spirit is all about

I have laughed,

I have eaten,

I have drank,

I have danced and twirled, and loved

Yo…

The bus was lively, tanks to you and your grand daughter.

It was full but thank God it seemed like the 2 of you were in a world of your own.

She played numerous melodies on a make-shift flute using a rolled up map.

You were smiling, laughing, correcting her, and encouraging her to play different ones.

We were all smiling and enjoying her talent, your laughter, and what made the ride best is…

Encounters

Chicago apologizing by finding it Hard to Say Sorry

Eyes looking at all the wonderful stories on the bus

People

Backgrounds

Histories and Futures

Then set on the tattoo, P. O. W.

Everything chiseled and soft

Fluttering hearts

Smile, in the heart

Let the eyes feast and be grateful

P. O. W.

Joy is indeed beautiful

I to XXX

Blessed and happy

CHICAGO PLAYLIST KIND OF DAY

A layer of darkness A swipe of shadows Added beauty A rich and simple beauty Joy does come in many forms Dee 💓 (Amaso)