This Thing

I don’t know what it is,
But I will know what it is,
When I see it…

I don’t know what it is,
But I will understand it,
When I hear what it is…

I don’t know what it is,
But I will realize it,
When I feel it…

I don’t know what it is,
But I will appreciate it,
When I taste it…

Ah. this thing.

It is out there,
Silently waiting,
Softly watching every move,
This thing is out there,
You can feel the strong vibes…

Ah. This thing.

What could it be?
Could it be love?
Could it be some fortune?
Some luck?
Some fate?
It could be anything.
This thing…

I Spoke With The Moon

I spoke with the moon last night,
And I held a certain dialogue with the moon,
And we spoke in a silent night,
She listened calmly to my words,
I narrated my life story,
I spoke of my never ending pain,
I spoke of my nascent dreams,
I spoke of my nubile hopes,
I shared my aspirations with the moon,
She listened and warmly smiled to my righteous case and cause…

And the moon spoke,
She said,
Dear son,
I know what you’ve been through,
The centre has refused to hold,
And instead everything has fallen apart,
You have become a stranger to your own home,
You have become a stranger to your own people,
Darkness has plagued your footpath,
Clouds have shrouded your joy in dark mysteries,
Happiness has taken leave from your life,
Confusion, isolation, uncertainity and guilt reigns mightly in your life,
But have courage dear son,
For you have remained strong despite the many storms brewing in your little cup,
For you have remained sane despite the endless and merciless trials,
Smile son,
For the dawn of a new day and life is here,
Hold on in there strong man,
Your big day is here,
Ready to shine and bless your life…

And I listened to the beautiful words,
In a dark night,
And watched the matronly lunar,Shine her benevolency upon the sleeping world,
And I was glad in the heart,
And I sung and rejoiced silently in the solemn and dark night,
As the moon shone her silver love,
Upon my happy countenance,
I knew that the moon,
Has blessed yet another wretched soul…

I spoke with the moon.

© Ayoub Mzee Mzima 2013

A Woman In Love

When a woman loves,
She gives,
And gives her all,
She gives her whole heart,
She gives all,
And loves in totality,
She is generous,
She is understanding,
She is love,
She accepts,
And holds dear,
Her love close to her heart,
She loves,
She cherishes,
The love of her life,
A woman in love is a magical spirit.

One day I will Call

I might not call you today,
But just know that,
I still have your number,
Just keep my number,
For one day,
I will call you,
I don’t want to call you right now,
I just got too much pain,
And I don’t want to pain you,
And I don’t want to burden you,
With unnecessary baggage,
Maybe you will understand,
Maybe you won’t understand…

I was to call you,
But I never did,
Honesty demands courage,
Yet I am a coward,
A celebrated one,
There is so much I would like to share and air,
But I just don’t have the strength to,
And so I just keep quiet,
And send the occasional text message,
One day I will call,
Just keep my number,
Just like I keep yours…

One day I will call,
When the sun is shining,
And the darkness has cleared,
And the clouds have gone away,
And the birds are singing again,
And the streams are flowing again,
And prosperity has known us,
And happiness has married us,
And joy is us,
I will call then,
One day I will call,
I will call,
Trust me,
And I am gone,
Into the dark night,
Keep my nangos,
Keep my number,
One day I will call…

Moment Of Truth

I compel,
The stars,
The moon,
And the sun,
To gather around this moment,
And be witness,
To this moment of truth,
When a soul,
Is bared open to the truth,
When a spirit,
Is open for wonder,
For the moment of truth is here,
I hold and feel and field the future,
In this misunderstood heart,
In this moment of truth…