Don’t Call

Don’t call her your woman
Call her your wife
Your queen
For women are all over the place
But it is only her
Who is your wife
Who is your queen
Amongst all these women…

Don’t call him your man
Call him your husband
Your king
For men are all over the place
But it is only him
Who is your husband
Who is your king
Amongst all these men…

© Ayoub Mzee Mzima 2013

Uncle Stu

Stu, a distant uncle
Came home last night
We had a drink together
And I could see that he had something in his mind
But he never spoke
I let it pass
We drunk our wine in silence
While watching the starry night
And wishing upon a distant star

Then out of the darkness
He muttered
“I think I am in love”

I really didn’t know what to say
I kept quiet
We kept quiet momentarily
Both of us
And continued to sip at our muratina wine while in a curious silence

Then he expounded
He told me that he was in love with a beautiful woman
Both in heart and in body
I told him that I was happy for him

He turned and looked at me with a certain intensity in his eyes and asked
“How well do you know about love?”
I looked down at the smouldering fire embers and answered him
“A little bit I guess. I used to know love but she doesn’t live here anymore”

He patted my shoulder and whispered “Son, she will be back and you better be ready”

And I was convinced
Of his faith
In a hopelessly romantic heart like this
And I was happy for him
To have found true love albeit so late in life

Yes, life indeed begins at 40.

Ayoub Mzee Mzima ©2013

Khanga

 

Ethnic,

Erotic,

Versatile,

Chic,

Sensuous,

Intimate,

Meet the Khanga.

An essential garment,

For most women,

Especially those from the Coast of East Africa.

A Khanga knows a woman’s body intimately.

It holds her body in a sure tenderness,

Caressing her tender skin ever so softly,

And ever holding her secrets firmly.

This is an adept piece of clothing,

Revealing just enough and highlighting the essentials of a beautiful body.

It is discreet, just as it is sexy.

It can be a formal affair or just informal, casual and relaxed.

It is a sheer joy,

To see how a body moves below the Khanga,

Hugging the essence of a woman,

Telling her sensuous story and narrating her raw femininity.

A good husband will always make sure,

That his woman doesn’t go without enough Khangas.

He knows and appreciates the beauty of this inherently African garment.

One moment,

It is a garment to wear to the market,

In another moment,

It is transformed into some exciting lingerie,

To tease and entice in equal measure.

Khangas come in-scripted with certain messages.

The message can praise, delude, admonish or be sarcastic.

If a woman is in love,

She could buy a Khanga written “Nimeshapona Mwenzio”

Literary meaning “I finally got what I wanted”

And if a woman is not happy with a fellow woman,

She would buy a Khanga boldly declaring “Ya Kwako Yamekushinda.Ya Kwangu Utayaweza” Meaning that if the woman in question cannot manage her affairs, How can she manage other people’s affairs?

Ah Khanga.

There she goes,

Embraced by the Khanga,

The woman of the homestead,

As she gets the water from the well,

Some splashes on her,

Making her skin wet,

And the Khanga clings to her body,

For dear life.

She and the and the Khanda fuse into one smooth and flowing movement,

A movement that stirs up a searing desire, a certain hunger.

And she knows the man of the house is watching her keenly,

Following her every move with his lazy eyes….

He makes a mental note,

To buy her another Khanga,

From the market.

© Ayoub Mzee 2012