#neveranynames

When I’m thinking, I find my words are formed clearly. It’s not until I’m alone that I have the time to listen to him often.

I’m a poet only in books and in person I’m to scared by the modern day’s looks to even read my books in public.

I wonder if the words that I made, match the flame that was awaken when I thought of you

More minutes than a few to burn away slowly

I’m young but my mind grows like old men try and remember their youth

Everyday I learn new words to say to you

Sometimes

I decided to continue the journey where I left off last I seen you

I decided to ask my lady friend at the time about how she felt when I met you

I didn’t get to show her the pages I saved from you

I didn’t even get to save the longest one

I made the amerikkican mistake of deleting it by mistake

My Simu doesn’t allow me to receive the things I love that much more than twice

Thank you for the vitu that you gave me

Basi rides

Ndege trips

Maneno like yours do not come twice in a life time

So asante

I made it to my destination for now

I hope that ‘Pops’ and you have wonderful and very intellectual conversations like the that you gave me

I hope siku moja,

You will nenda mbali and karibu mungu

Umbe everyday and I hope that one day I see you again

Just know when I do I’ll ask

“Unafanya kazi wapi?”

And you should gladly suggest the same by whispering

“Ninasoma kitabu”

Or better yet

For the past few days I’ve been wondering what the world would look, if the sky was just blue during the daytime and in the night turned grey.

All the birds around the world probably wouldn’t fly away but maybe take a break right before the moonlight ends day.