If anybody sees Wairimu,
If anybody meets Wairimu,
Please tell her am sorry!
Tell Wairimu I loved her,
I still do!
Tell Wairimu it was all my fault,
I wasn’t there to defend her,
protect her pride,
to fight her battles,
I cowered under mother’s lesso,
Like a child, yet,
I cried when Wairimu left me!
Tell Wairimu my family called her a thief,
Yes! She was a thief,
Quiet and perfect; stole my heart,
I couldn’t grasp how or when,
Till I found myself crawling to her doorstep,
I had fallen!
I undressed her with my eyes,
In my mind I Played pornographic episodes of Wairimu and I,
All night I whispered in her ears,
“babe nipeeko!
I want more, give it to me!”
Tell Wairimu this,
my brother Onyango who forced himself into her,
Is no more,
I poisoned him,
I fed his carcass to our dogs,
Tell Wairimu I avenged her death!
If anybody sees Wairimu,
If anybody meets Wairimu,
Please tell her am sorry,
I wasn’t there to say goodbye.
©Heart_Art_Poetics
Phill Ibsen
( Master Of Descriptions )
2017



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