The Performer

The Performer
Arty

Audre Lorde

I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.

 

Thursday, April 29, 2010

We've lost it!

I thought you lost it
When you said it was over
Because I never saw it coming
I thought you lost it with the same breadth that
Said it never really meant anything
But I have a feeling that when one loves too much
And doesn’t get as much as they give then
It’s not a healthy kind of love

Life is about give and take, not about
Give and get less.
I thought you lost it when you asked me not to see you again
Not to come and visit you anymore
Not to be there for you
And just not care about you
This is a lot to ask for
With a hurt heart….I can only give you what you
Rightfully asked for
However painful that may be……

I thought you lost it
When you stopped communicating with me suddenly
Stopped updating me on the latest in your world
 while I constantly reminded you of what was going on in mine
It meant in a quiet but kind way that you were moving on
I am happy for you
But was this planned in advance? Let me know
I thought you lost it
Because you began pushing me away
Slowly, surely….until you had me eating from my own bowels
Crying my world to sleep on me
Tossing and turning in bed
Dreaming that we were trying to make up for the lost moments
But I wake up and
Alas! Am all alone…dreams, dreams, dreams..

I thought you lost it
When you never wanted us to sit and sort our problems as they came up
When I got blue for want of ‘touch’
When I sacrificed a lot for us
When we became lovers turned room mates
When I tried spices on our food and put too much

I think I lost it too!
That makes ‘we’
But am only patient
Strolling as I think of how to go about things
Now that you are nowhere in sight
Trying to do things my way
Without consulting you
Avoiding ‘I love you’s’ coz they don’t matter anymore
Avoiding any attractions that may land me in a dilemma that am in now

We both lost it
And it makes me very sad
That I will not see you again
Not hear from you again
Not get that touch again
Not whisper in your ears again
Not smile at you again

We lost it
Is that the price one pays for loving too much?
Let me know…

April 20th, 2010

I write...

I write this for you
I write for Love
I write for the passion in Art
I write for the many times I have slipped and fallen
I write for the courage to be ‘myself’ through it all
I write for knowing that I like someone out there…while they may not like me as much…at all
I write for despair when tasks get too difficult for me to accomplish
I write for my frail little weak me at this time
I write for the strong woman that dwells in my soul
I write for my short stubby feet… that carry a stubborn me to wherever I want to even when it’s not safe!
I write for gossips…they’ve work to do
I write for you
I write for your hate and rage over the fact that am not like you in many ways
I write for health
I write for life
I write for death
I write for fate
I write for gay, queer, dyke, the trans personas
I write for all not ‘some’
I write for thematic ideas that make me unique in my own special way
I write for diversity
I write for non-discrimination,
I write for the protection of your basic but fundamental rights
I write for religious fanatics…who think they have the right to condemn and preach hatred among an innocent people
I write for the minority, the widowed, the orphans, the less fortunate, the displaced ,them all…
I write for your eyes,  that twinkle with excitement and sadness and remorse at the sight of this poem
I write for the immigrants
I write for rapists…who destroy but continue to walk free
I write for the murderers…whose end is always traumatic.
I write for the dictators…who’ll never give a voice to the oppressed
I write for the activists of the world…who go through hell to achieve justice and fairness for all
I write for those that have departed from the world while on official duty
I write for the drug addicts…they need our understanding and love
I write for the commercial sex workers, whose plight no one cares to find out
I write for the careless driver, who’s hurrying up to kill his passengers without mercy
I write for the lawyer, the police officer, who takes bribes to protect criminals
I write for the prisoner…whose world only rotates around their dim lit caged little rooms
I write for single mothers especially my mother, who though gone forever lives inside of me
I write for the immigrants
I write for the hasslers, who have to make a living despite the challenges of this life
I write for those that have lost hope in everything…those that are trying to kill their beautiful selves
I write for the politicians, who put their greed before their navels and care less about improving their regions
I write for us, the human race, the best of the world!

 K8's

Rest in peace Georges Kanuma...

I am sad
Sad at life…sad at fate
Sad at anything and everything
Sad that a flower that shone high up the sky
Withered and dried
Left the clouds starved and thirsty

I am thinking….Georges Kanuma
One word rings in ‘ME’ head: SIMPLICITY at its best
Yet another one flashes tumultuously: SELFLESS!
Georges the activist, the voice that penetrated through the dark
Georges the kind hearted and sober individual
Who gave his time and all to make another soul brighter!
Georges the special person that was so passionate about human rights
Passionate about the very cause he advocated for
Georges, the one who did his work well, Georges, the smart one
Georges, the one that was keen to detail…the one that thought carefully before acting.
It’s still the same Georges whose spirit touched lives….including mine!

I am sad
Sad….life ain’t fair? Is it supposed to be so?
Oh! How the hell am I supposed to know and answer that?
I am sad
Sad that he had to leave us in that manner
Sad that his good work had suddenly full stopped
Sad Georges, because I hate goodbyes, and you had no time to bid us kwaheri

Georges Kanuma……..
Your  legacy in human rights will carry on
But there will never be another you

Georges….Kanuma…
Your love for everything around you will suffice
But never compare to yours in any way

Georges Kanuma…
You’re gone
But in our hearts, you will be greatly missed

Georges Kanuma…
Who will replace your energy and drive?
I haven’t met anyone yet

We miss you already
You responded fast to emails and phone calls fast….you were always there
You walked an extra mile for the LGBTI community that you worked with….you put others before yourself
You fought for a cause that will in a lifetime be worthwhile….and your name will not lose mention for your struggle
Your wit and charm are encrypted at the core of our hearts
Your smile will shine on our foreheads whenever we think of you!
We loved you….We still do in your demise…because you loved us too Georges!
The tears we’ve shed over losing you will never go to waste…..because they will have a special meaning….now, always…forever!

Lala salama Georges
Till we meet again
Kisses and Love…
By Kate Kamunde
On behalf of:
Artists For Recognition and Acceptance (AFRA-Kenya).


Bloody cough

Bloody cough
Tough though
Can give it a thought
Oh God! I cant talk
Can’t breath (cough, cough)

Coughs can hold
Coughs can bore
Coughs can haunt
Cough could mean cold
The cough buzzer in me went off (cough, cough)
It’s now part of a coughy me
Coughy Katey
Lovey dovey little chesty coughy Katey!

Cough ain’t my name
Just an enemy that boarded the same bus as I
Who the hell came up with ‘Cough?’
It’s a dingy and clingy little useless word (cough, cough)
For a discomfort none of you would want
A distraction of sanity and serenity
A selfish need to only ‘keep warm’
‘Take warm’ la la la la la (cough, cough)
Hatey cough
Cough spells careless
Cough requires extra care
Cough wants medicine so they can get off me
Cough is gentle enough not to kill but
Cough is rather annoying…especially when am having fun! (cough, cough)
And want to keep singing and talking and loving and humming and…
Cough is irritating, so very much so…my inner skin is bursting in anger!
I want to scream right now! Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhh

Cough…cough
What a thought (cough, cough)
Frankly, I don’t like you one bit
I can no longer stand you being part of me (cough, cough)
But I will give you what you want if it will make you go completely (medicine)
And say my prayers to take you back to where you came from!

Tuesday 20th April, 2010

The Paradoxical Commandments by Kent Keith.

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered,
Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives,
Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies,
Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow,
Do good anyway.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable,
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight,
Build anyway.
People really need help But may attack you if you help them,
Help people anyway.
Give the world the Best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth,
Give the world the best you have anyway.

    

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Goodbye, Adios

Good byes are the worst to say
They aren’t my butter on bread
But I guess we had to do it this way
Its Adios time
And am going to make it truly worth the while

There were those wonderful times
That brought out the best of our different worlds
I am glad we could share
If not much then that bit

It may have been easy or not
But be sure we gave our best
Regrets will never feature in this very chapter
Of pages we flipped together
Laughter that cackled into the night
Filing the air with autumn freshness

Inhaling each other’s scent
Exhaling new beginnings
But still managing to suffice
Good byes are hard for me to say
But I bet its time to…

Wish you all the love you deserve
The longing that brings home to your eyes

Challenges are full stops in every sentence
All we did was learn to live with it
Was it good enough at that?
I wonder…

I have learnt to view things in blue light
To listen, to see what is not before me
The difference is in the feelings expressed
Action is an accompaniment that spices up words
Still I sing Adios

Am now aware that I may be heading in the dark
Am all alone
But someone is watching over me
Checking up on me lest I fall
Ensuring that this flower is properly watered lest it withers

Thank you for being you
Thank you for the lessons I learnt
Thank you for those bad days that made sure we talked over issues
Thank you for your patience and love
For understanding however hard it might have been
Thank you for everything

As you open your eyes wider
Stagger in water and tremors shake your being
Remember that I will offer a prayer for you
From the heart I wish you well
From the mind soar high in your dreams

Good bye dear lover
Good bye friend…

K8, 2010





KARIBU NYUMBANI

Welcome home
To a place that’s far from home
To a place that hearts peace
To a land where ‘secret’s the door
To a heart that eagerly awaited thee

Welcome home
To a simple touch of gold
To a smile that stays put
To a shoulder that leans forth
To embrace yours not at arms length
But where we want them to forever meet

Welcome home
To the warmth inside the clouds
That covers the core of my soul
To the distance closer to the heat unknown
To the illusions of women passionately kissing at the roof top
Their sounds of ecstasy uniting in every dipping
To the joy of love that’s building a nest skin deep

Welcome home
It’s your other home
It’s our loyal delight
It’s the internal memoir’s best!
The chuckle of twin lips into one
The tune to love making melodies
The twinning of chocolate covered olives
Immersed in brine…melting with longing
To have a licking ceremony…

Welcome home to ME!

K8, 2010