Caroline W. Nderitu

LovDov Given a diverse choice, Black, White or Chinese, I would still choose you, I can’t imagine me without you, I have a sturdy credence love was made for us two, Your love for me is so true. I would still choose you in any case, Even if they offered me a dissimilar taste, I would still choose you poor or rich, Even if they offered me best rides and dish, I would still choose you even if they lied, they were better in bed, Even if they lived in ecstasy and fulfilled all they promised. I’m yet to comprehend a love like yours, You always astound me and weaken my knees, I can never resist you in weakness and strength, I always yearn for your warm embrace, How gently you hold my waist while we dance on, in and out of bed, I wish the melody lasts and your smile and glare forever bold. When I hear your laughter at a distance, I pretend and try to make a face, I know you love my intelligence and stupidity, I also know you sooth me when I ...

Slaves It is because you don’t see me, You don’t value me, I try to see, But your wrath blinds me, I cry for help from up above, But your supremacy and authority chain me, My children are hungry and almost to die, But you have taken away my wife, You have made their nurse a sex slave, I’m around just waiting for the next stage, The separation of my children when my smile shall fade. You have neither compassion nor a heart, You disregard I have blood that runs my heart, Yet you call me an ape from the forest, But I honestly think you are shoddier than that, You are neither a monster nor a heartless beast, I have tried to understand your impact on my fate, My wife is aghast by the portion of life, My children bewildered throughout the murky and the night, Their lives shall shrivel once I get into this boat, I will never lay my eyes on my family, I will have to toil and get trodden dearly, I just hope that my gods are watching carefully,...

Gift Pen I have begged more times than ten, Give me your sisters’ pen, To her a shawl I will knead, Fir her pen I really need, For her I shall sing for the pen to have, Since I have so much fallen in love, How my work it shall make neat, Earning me so much a treat, I do not have money to lease, Your sisters’ gift pen please. You hide it in your bag, My borrowing has turned into a nag, I am afraid of a whip of steel, When your sister’s pen I shall steal, I will take it in your sight, For I fear the night, For a day your sisters’ pen I want, To write a letter to my aunt, I do not have money to lease, Your sisters’ gift pen please.

Cold Yesterday was hot, The day before yesterday was hot, Today morning was different, When the house I left, I ignored my jacket. Cold can be terrible, Sanity no longer sensible, For I smile to the most noble, But my hands shake and my feet terrible, Forgetting my sweater will no longer be possible. When it’s cold, the journey becomes longer, The weak never get stronger, Traffic become heavy and fleet only longer, The cold streams to the liver, Many visits one makes to the doctor. Tomorrow I have a plan, I will not freeze and shine, I want to be stern, Heavy clothes will cover my skin, I will still be great, my skin is tone. Cold isn’t fun, I fear for the nun, Who is always alone, Like a deserted baboon, To sense the start of July, I hate the month of June.