You Are Beautiful.

    🌸(Words from Mali Music And Kamwari )🌸

                                       .  🌺🌺 .

It’s a blessing to see people

With their heads up to the sky still

Because honestly for the same people

Life can be so real 

Life can be so tough 

But you didn’t stop fighting for the both of us 

I’m honestly amazed by all your strength,

 I am

How high you stand even with all the obstacles 

And I’m grateful you come through for me when you did

So I take this time to stop a moment

And show my gratitude

My love

Thank you!

And for you I’ll put my lighter in the air 

I see whatch’u doing,

And I see whatch’u go through

I do!

So I Put my lighter in the air, and the truth is you’re beautiful, 

You are strong 

You are grace 

You are peace 

You are love

I hope they put their lighters in the air for us,

Maybe then we will become one 

Because we must become one 

Let’s put our lighters in the air for love is beautiful, 

And Love is always the answer 

I know you know that too!

So Many mighty ships are sinking

Many stars are falling down

With no one to stop them from drowning 

No one to hold them up 

So I count it as a blessing

That you hold me up everytime I mess up 

Everytime I lose my way 

Everytime I think I can’t move on 

Everytime I think life is getting hard,

I can tell that you’ve been praying

Because my whole life has turned around,

Everything I touch becomes love 

Everyone I meet becomes happy

Everything I speak becomes a blessing !

And I can’t go without saying

That I thank God for you 

Thank you for being the pillar of my joy

The friend that loved me selflessly

Thank you

For every late night call 

Thank you for every morning text

Thank you for the ‘hey, can we meet and talk?’

You are beautiful.


When It Hurts I will Write To You! 

I wish I could make you understand hunnie 

How things about love work here

I Wish  I could tell you he loved you 

I wish I had evidence to support my answers 

I wish I could tell you why you shouldn’t let him go just yet 

Why you should give him another chance 

I really wish I could

But I can’t 

And I know you find it hard to breath sometimes 

I know you hurt so much you are barely living 

I know you cry sometimes

I know you try to hide the pain too

I know,

I know you wish it wasn’t you in your own shoes 

I know you wish he didn’t say hello when he did 

And I know you regret the nights he touched you

Kisses you 

Hugged you 

Made love to you 

Caressed you the way he did 

And you wish it was different 

But it’s not!


I hope that someday, someone wants to hold you for 30 minutes straight and it’s all they do

They don’t pull away 

They don’t look at your face

They don’t try to kiss you 

And all they do is wrap their arms around you without an ounce of selfishness in it

Because you are beautiful 

You are grace

You are a Queen!

Be gentle on yourself 

You deserve love 

For you are enough!

But when it hurts you some more,

And your heart is heavy 

And your hands shaky,

Run to me

I will write to you.


Clothed in Kindness.

As we sat over a corn of icecream, 

She quietly asked as if to shy off,

“But how can you be so kind yet the world is so cruel?”

And I looked at her and smile

Asked her why I shouldn’t be kind

This is my story.

If I had a son I would name him king 

Yes King!

Because I  would want him to grow up knowing his place is at the thrown 

If I had a son,

I would teach him to be kind because kindness will get him honour and grace

I would teach him to be gentle with others

Because the journey everyone is walking through has fires and thorns of their own 

I would teach him to smile at everyone

Because some have no one to smile at them 

I would teach him to be humble 

Because people would appreciate him regardless of his status in society

I would teach him to love 


With no what ifs and not but 

To never take other people’s generosity for granted 

I would remind him that being thankful is manly 

That saying please and excuse me is important because it earns you respect 

That lending a hand to those who need it isn’t being weak but strong

My King would learn to treat and handle everyone he meets with care and tenderness 

He would learn to speak to people with politeness 

So if I had a son 

I would teach him to be courteous 

I would teach him to respect other people’s options 

I would teach him that judging people only means someone else will judge him

I would teach him to respect 

To respect his woman 

To respect his friends 

To respect his hustle 

But most importantly 

To respect himself.

If I had a son 

I would name him King 

I would remind him to be himself when the world inserts  labels into his personalities 

I would teach him to be different because everyone is taken! 

My words in writing might not move you

My poetry might not change you 

But I hope you remember to be kind 

To love 

To respect 

To be grateful

To be humble 

Humanity is a race and we are all running it

Remember to make it easier for other people so that they can make it easier for you.

And in a world where you can be anything 

Choose to be kind.






She smiled with satisfaction and content As we finished our icecream.
 [stories that touch]

My Black Boy.

Society told him to man up

But society wasn’t  grown enough to handle this black boy 

He was majestic 

His eyes were unconquerable 

He wasn’t scared to rise above  himself 

And what killed him the most was society

Society said he was bad 

That he drunk and smoked too much

That he was reckless and stubborn 

That he didn’t care!

Yet nobody taught him how to

Society told him he was weak 

Weak for loving his woman so faithfully 

Weak for crying when he was brutally bruised 

And his ego killed

Weak for respecting his Queen  

Weak for being gentle and kind 

Weak for understanding to put others needs before his own

Black boy

My black boy 

Let me help you fuck our society 

Because there is nothing beautiful about wreckage 

Nothing pretty about compressing your emotions 



What is beautiful is your strength 



So when anyone tells you to be a man

Remind them to be man enough first 

Before they speak to you!

Yes black boy 

I want you to remember whom you are

Whom you truelly are 

Do you even know what you are capable of?

Do you know what you can do?

Tell me black boy!

Where are you coming from?

Does it inspire where you are right now?

Where are you headed to?

Have you any lessons from your current situations?

Well, let me remind you whom you are 

Because you clearly have no idea how strong you are !

You are a lion In a jungle full of standards and labels 

You are a king amongst people of love and peace 

You are a warrior of courage and positivity 

You are a gentleman worth applause 

You are not too much

Just enough 

You are powerful

You are mighty

Perfect in all your ways 

You are everything above social expections 

So remember to present yourself as a king

Quit settling for dust when you are made for the stars

Quit giving up because you were not made to break

Stop postponing your achievements 

Stop black boy stop

Don’t let them lie to you

You deserve respect



Mwanaume si effort 

You equally deserve the first place

Learn to work for it 

Don’t be rude 

They don’t take that lightly here 

They will victimise you in the name of equality 

Be careful what you say

They will crucify you in the name of gender balance 

Mould your words 

Or else they will form agencies to stand and speak against you 

Remember not to raise your hands upon her 

Remember not to raise your voice to her 

Or else they will kill your soul with hate speeches 

Black boy 

My black boy 

Rise about society expectations 

Be a black boy 

Be a superman because batman can’t fly 

21st Century’s woman 

 ( Location : Mombasa Island )

She didn’t know how strong she was until he told her

She didn’t believe how beautiful she was until he reminded her

She didn’t expect to be so kind until he emphasised how her kindness brought him joy

She didn’t think she was truth until he told her that’s she was his truth to life 

She didn’t remember how happy she was until he texted her about it

She didn’t want to know how genuine she was but he still called everyday to tell her that her genuine heart gives him life

21st century’s Woman 

You are strong 

Living amongst lions raging with courage 

You are enough 

You are love 

Pick up your crown 

Fix it right 


And walk to the light!

You are incredible 

You are the sun 

The moon and everything in between 

Your melanin 

Your smile 

Your curves 

You are a galaxy of beauty 

You are an aspiring beam of light 

Get up you 21st century’s woman 

Don’t settle for candles when you were taught to love the sun 

Don’t hate it will show how empty you are

Kindness will feed your happiness 

Because kindness is so gangster 

Anger will only show them your fears 

Peace will make you stronger 

But love 

Love will make you free 

So love the ocean 

Love the sea 

Love the river

Because when the world is scared of embracing you when you are too broken 

The water will not be scared to embrace you 

Water will not be afraid to touch every inch of you 

And after, it will wash away with all your sorrow 

21st century’s Woman 

Learn to fix other queens crowns

Rejoice in their success 

Compliment them 

Let them know you care 

Because that’s what strong women do 

21st century’s Woman 

I am proud of you 

The far you have come 

The far you are yet to go 


Don’t crack too easy 

They don’t understand your burden 

So don’t tell them about it 

Work harder if you have to 

Pray if you have to 

Ask for help if you have to 

Do what you have to do 

Do not be afraid of whom you are 

You are one of a kind 

You are love 

So supreme


You are power.
(Dedicated to all the women I have met along this walk ! Thank you for walking with me. To our mothers , grandmothers, sisters, aunts and lady friends!. All of you are beautiful.stay alive )


Drunk Texting You.

Some nights I want to drink myself silly

Then call you and tell you the truth

I thought if I drunk today 

I would learn to forget your name

But when I drunk, the only name I forgot was mine

I hated myself

So I drunk some more vodka

And tried to convince myself that I wasn’t drinking for the hell of it

But to numb the heartaches you have caused me 

So I drunk some more vodka

So I could drunk text you 

With the music on abit louder  

And the boy next to me wants to kiss

But am too drunk to notice his advances 

Let me drunk text you 

And tell you how badly I miss you

Let me drunk text you 

And tell you how much your touch gives me goosebumps 

Let me drunk text you 

And tell you how badly I want to be lying in bed with you

Let me drunk text you

And tell you how beautiful your kisses feel

Let me drunk text you 

And tell you how much you fucked me over when you chose her 

Let me drunk text you

And tell you things I wouldn’t tell you when am sober

I drunk more

And ended up dancing with a stranger

He didn’t move much

So I sat down and held up my phone

Thought about calling you

But what meant I would only reaching your voicemail

So I decided to drunk text you

Call you names 

Because I was so bitter

Curse you out

And promise you I would be the only girl you would love 

Then I remembered that She’s the one in your bed now

So another bottle of vodka 

For making me feel like I didn’t deserve you

So I did take another bottle of vodka

It made me cry for you

Stupid I know

But what was I supposed to do?

I wasn’t used to being alone

I didn’t want to be alone

I didn’t want not to be touched

I didn’t want not to be kissed like that or asked to touch you there

I wasn’t ready to move beyond cheap talk and late night love making

I was torn 

Torn between hate and love for you

For making me drink so much

So I will keep drunk texting you

Until the vodka in me starts to speak in languages even I don’t understand! 

The Bench.

         Photo credits: Mordecai Dex Mwini.

                     Location: Zanzibar

I wanted to sit and talk 

But you seemed to be in a hurry say hello to your fans

I wanted to sit down and talk 

But the bench we liked to sit on 

Was always taken

I wanted to sit down and talk 

But your phone was always on hold 

I wanted to sit and talk

But the time was never right

I wanted to sit down and talk 

But you were mute 

I wanted to sit and talk

But your sign language put me off

I wanted to sit and talk 

But you were deaf

I wanted to sit and talk

But you stammered too much 

I couldn’t wait for you to complete sentences 

I wanted us to talk

But the bench we liked to sit on

Was in use due to public demand

I wanted to talk 

But you took too long to schedule me in

I wanted to talk 

Talk about you

Talk about us

Talk about the weather

Talk about sex

Talk about space and galaxies

Talk about food 

Talk about wine and beer 

Talk about our music 

Talk about work

About the present 

Am sure you get me!

But then you forgot your reminder at home

And therefore forgot we were to talk

Now am seated on our favorite bench

With a stranger having a meaningless conversation about how too it’s the reflection of the ocean we see in the sky.