TITUS MAXWELL

 Image: Life Site. Two thousand years ago, In the City of Bethlehem Our Saviour was born. So tender and young To deliver us from the hands Of Satan And the Bible tells it all. His mother, Mary, Was a Virgin And knew no man Conceived Him through The Holy Spirit's Might Only for us to be saved. On this day, A King was born. They wondered... How can a King be laid on a manger? Those who believed in the Old Testament prophesies Knew how Jesus would rule like a King. Not as an earthly leader, But as a heavenly Messiah. We should comemmorate this day, By sharing what we have with others. Do not eat goodies While your neighbour Has nothing to eat. For the love of our new born King, Let's love otthers. This is the time to visit the sick, Prisoners, aged and all The needy people in the society And give them hope That 'A Saviour' is born today And share with them Earthly and Spiritual food Let our King Come in peace And live with u...

Have you ever seen the butterfly? It always wanders in the garden And the colourful patterns, Well spread on its wings Brightly shinning, With all colours Like the famous 'kithiki.' During rainy season. So humble it is One and only of its kind. When it makes a wave, Am lost in admiration. I wake up early in the morning So that, I can catch up with it Before it wakes up. When I spot it, A smile appears on my lips And my face brightens up. Beautiful it is My heart is satisfied. Even my friends and other villagers, Admire this colourful butterfly. I tried to catch it Unluckily, it flew away Displaying its zig zag moves Swiftly cutting The thin air. During night time, I sneaked back to the garden With me was a torch Which I stole from My father's premises. I found it gently sleeping On a leaf nest, Made of light cotton. I ought not to touch it Or awaken it from its slumber. I returned back home Happy and relaxed. My butterfly Is the...

Sister, How long have I told you That my outfit are not yours? You always fail me. First those shoes, You look like a newborn baby Struggling to wear His father's trousers. The way they leave space behind Because your feet are too small. My sister, How many times have I told you To keep away from my wardrobe? You have your dresses My dresses aren't yours. When you put on  them, You be like a scarecrow. Lifeless in my dresses But still, You cling to my outfit. One day, they will cost you. Sister, You refuse to be young And put on my skirts. Who told you That we're at the same level When you wear my outfit? You need to have manners. Each has her own wardrobe Kindly stick to your lane. My sister, Accept the fact that you're young. Don't rush into adulthood. Your time will come. Never put on my outfit Or else, I'll leave them for you Am your elder sister And I passed my education. Stop putting on my outfit. They won'...

I wandered in the garden Lonely as a stray butterfly. Up the hill and down the valley Up  to the greener plains. No one to talk to Even a fly to look at. Shaking hands with loneliness Being my only friend remaining. Lonesome I went To the quiet jungle. No animal whistles Nor chirping of birds. Happy in  desolation My heart offering a consolation to my grieving mind. Slowly, I walked Through the thickets Under the tropical forest, And the exquisite tree tops. In that jungle, silently flowing Down to the great lake. The slight wind blew Loudly whispering, "Welcome to my world. The world of loneliness" Looking at the rocks Lying beside the river, I wondered aloud "All those years, these rocks have lived peacefully without talking to each other?" Then a force from nowhere Swept me Taking me back to our garden. All this time, I had been clutching On making numerous friends Cleverly realizing, Just like the rocks and trees Yo...

My heart Why do you want Everything in this world? You need to have manners And remain quiet in my chest Or else, I'll send you away. My heart Why do you love worldly things  More than heavenly treasures? Would you be happy Suppose am sent to hell? If your answer is no, Then stop luring me. Don't pretend that you're bussy My heart, Am talking to you. You got a lot of collaterals hence ruining my premisses Because of your fondness To money and wealth. My heart Can you try and relax a bit. Not every beautiful lady Is to be loved If you fall in love again, I won't rescue you! Beautiful ladies Will be there always. Heart, Stop forcing me To fell into ditches Of selfishness and greediness. You are corrupting me now And my innocent mind If you persist, I will chase you Out of my chest.

Hello mirror You are my companion, True and only friend. Always real Unlike these human fellas Who like pretending. If am happy, You say it. In case am sad, You don't remain silent. Revealing my swollen eyes, Each and every morning Before going to work. You are not hypocrite If I have pimples, You tell me. Even barbers and salonists Believe in you As a reference of their work And for surety. Mirror, You never lie. If am ugly, You keep it secret. For sure, You expose my achievements And hide my failures. If am handsome, You reveal it to the girls. Having you in my room Is a great achievement. You make me smile If I look at you. Also, You enable me To see myself And boost my confidence Before facing the interviewer. Truly, The mirror never lie! Photo: www.teakfurniture.co.ke www.makyotto.blogspot..com www.teakfurniture.co.ke www.kenyanpoet.com

The smile of poor perfectness Hurts but consoles the illiterates With the foul fragrance Of poverty and dacoit In the streets they say 'The undesignated survivor' They wobble wine glasses into their thirsty stomachs While their colleague swim in the ocean of poverty Poverty being his choice of unwilling selection Being the way he is, 'The undesignated survivor' Beautiful women in their houses Rich men came their spouses While him being an admirer Left only wishing, "I wish she were mine." That's he could say 'The undesignated survivor' Loneliness his best friend True and only friend Consoles him with hugs Providing saliva down his throat "Is he a madman?" The able passersby murmur While his teammates call him 'The undesignated survivor' Being the unluckiest accused of incest And murder of quest His stale bread Under his armpit Wealth to him is a jest Although he stood erect Smiling to his ...