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02/05/2018

TEENAGE LOVE........................................ (BY AYIEKO JAKOYO)
EPISODE ONE
Jim was his name. He was a handsome humble young man with light skin and American height. He had a well built body with broad chest and well trimmed beards, white sparkling teeth and a broad gap between his lower jaw teeth. He was wearing a black jeans and a white T-shirt branded "Toronto King". His completion hit my innermost self and something that I can't really explain crossed my mind. We met on one is f the pavements in the university. He was moving towards the Mountain View, men's hostel. I was looking for a photocopying shop within the campus. I had just been admitted the previous day and I wanted to photocopy the fee bank slips just in case I lose the originals then I will have a proof of payments done. "Excuse me sir. Where can I get photocopying services within here? " I asked Jim timidly with a soft feminine voice. "Hello, the cyber services are available at the students' centre. Do you know the direction to the place? " He asked politely. I didn't know any other place in the university apart from the administration block and Savannah hostels where I was accommodated. I paused for a few seconds and then spoke. "I don't know where the student centre is sir. I am new here. I am a first year just admitted yesterday." I told Jim timidly. "OK I will take you to the students' centre, let us go this way. He pointed the direction and led the way as we went. The place was about a half a kilometre from where we were standing. We walked slowly towards the student centre. Jim was very open man and free to talk. He showed me some of the hostels and their names as we walked. I was so frightened to walk around campus with a stranger....... No Jim wasn't a stranger again. He was a good Samaritan. He helped me find the direction to the students' centre and even interrupted his schedule and offered to take me. What a friend. He was the first person I interacted with to that personal level in campus.

I am Jim Kennedy, a third year student in school of Engineering, Mechanical Engineering department. I am also a student leader. I am a Congress man representing Engineering students in the university. Jim said in a jovial manner smiling broadly. The smile exposed the gap between the teeth on the lower jaw. I also noticed that he had deep dimples. "This must be a very kind man" I told myself as we moved. He has offered to take me all this far and he is very free to tell me about himself as if we had known each other many years ago. He is a real friend. A friend in need. I am Fiona Daniels, a first year student admitted in the school of Engineering, department of Mechanical Engineering !. We were both puzzled by the coincidence. We were doing the same course only that the years separated us. He was a third year, a senior student to be precise while I was a mere first year. I didn't even know what was the course outline to that course. I didn't even know what Mechanical engineering was but I believed I would know with time. I had a friend to rely on especially academically. "Wow! Am very happy to meet you Jim, I will be coming for past papers and notes. I will be coming for discussion too" I told him innocently because that is how senior students help the juniors. That was the culture in our secondary school and I expected it here in campus too.

I photocopied all the documents and we left. On the way back Jim stood at the fruits kiosk and asked me which fruit juice I was comfortable with. "Mango" I told him. He bought two tins one was mine and the other one was his. I was still puzzled to know that people of good will and good heart still exist. When I stopped him to asked the direction to the cyber shop, I didn't expect such immense favours. He was a nice man an I thanked him so much for the help. When we reached at mountain view, his hostel. He requested me to go and know where he stayed. I couldn't hesitated. How could I hesitate after all those favours. It wasn't easy for someone to interrupt his busy schedule to take a mere first year around campus. Not an engineering student would do that. They would use that time to do some research or go to the laboratory. I accepted his request and accompanied him. He was living on the third floor room number 121A. The room was so cozy with nice charts on the wall, a nice wardrobe with clothes well arranged. There was a woollen red carpet on the floor, engineers' drawing boards in one corner and well brushed shoes in the other corner. I just liked the room. I sat besides him as he showed me the course outline and some of the first year notes. All this time I was feeling something inside me. A certain strong force that was pulling me towards Jim every time he smiled. Thouhh my innermost self rebuked that force every time but the force was so immense. I felt like touching the deep dimples every time he smiled. Wanted to touch his well trimmed beards and feel their texture. I wanted to lie on his broad chest and feel his breath. All I wanted was to make myself free. To be free with this best friend and have some good times. That is what I wanted but I could not tell him. I didn't want him to realize I was falling in love with him just easily. I begged to leave and he insisted I stay for some minutes. I however insisted on leaving because it was getting late. It was almost 7:00 PM and I didn't want my room mate to ask me where I was. He took me back to my hostel. When we reached the hostel entrance, he held my both hands and pulled me to his chest. He hugged and pressed me hard on his chest and then left promising to meet me the next day. I stood at the hostel entrance for almost five minutes without even moving my leg. That hug was magical. I wanted more and more of that. I watched Jim as he disappeared in the darkness. I still stood there confused not knowing whether to go to my room or follow him.............
EPISODE TWO LOADING........

06/04/2018

*I will still write*

*Sebby The Poet™*
On my sick bed
Sorrounded by several pity souls
Praying for me the last prayer
Wishing me to fare well
With an extension of oxygen pipe
Tied strong on my nose..
On the life support machine
I will ask for a pen and a paper
To write my usual nice poems

*Tear gas Poet*
I'll sn**ch a paper from the hospital diary,
Steal a pen, whenever the nurses carry,
For in the drips my heart will be absolve,
For i want to die doing what i love,
I'll walk in the dark period for miles,
Just to paint my dying face with smiles,

*Sebby The Poet™*
Before I gasp for the last breathe
I will sn**ch the doctors phone
Log to my poetry WordPress account
And publish my last piece
The advice piece to mankind
To live in peace of our Lord
And embrace the needed brotherhood

*Tear gas Poet*
I'll put the signature at the beginning,
For if i die before i complete,
Then the source is established,
The river will flow, to form deltas,
And the message will reach the world in water,
I'll write on the political regime,
I'll write on abortion that it's plans need to be aborted,
I'll write on oppression,
Before my life fades away,
I'll write to my lover,
I'll say bye with tears of the stolen pen

*Sebby The Poet™*
And if my soul fades away
Before I complete the piece
I won't rest in peace
My spirit will hover around
Like stubborn hunger in summer
From the darkest corner of the grave
I will sing the poem in fine tunes
Until the message reaches the world

*© Sebby The Poet™*
© *Teargas Poet

25/03/2018

*RETURN THE BRIDE PRICE*

Fellow kinsmen
We have not come to quarrell
We are still keeping peace
Peace that forefathers faught for
Peace that Ramogi proclaimed
Peace that we had on wedding day
But we have one word to say
And will be enough today
Please return the bride price
Your daughter is not ready to stay

Men from the royal family
We respect you greatly
We have visited you today
Without giving you a word
An indication of something gone astray
we wont wait to share local brew today
We wont wait to listen to sweet melodies
Of the old traditional 'ohangla' music
We are on our way
Please return the bride price
Your daughter has rejected our ways

Respected in-laws
Under the same tree we sat
On the day we brought dowry
Chatting and laughing happily
Eating and drinking heavily
Under the same tree we sit today
Demanding that you give us our dowry
Your daughter has underrated the family

Akoth Nyarkisumo
For her we paid dowry through the nose!
Thirty cattle plus goats and horse!
She has defied our rules
Akoth has faught the mother in-law
She has querreled brothers in-law
We have been patient enough
Till enough is now enough
And here we have come
To take back our dowry
For we cannot tame your daughter

Jokanyanam
We are still keeping peace
Peace that Oluanda Magere brought
Stiffen not your neck
Please take us to th lake
We take our cattle back
As you take your daughter back
We still wish her good luck
Return our brideprice
Your daughter is too big for us.

*jokanyanam is a name refering to people from the lakeside*

-The Poet™
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©2018

11/03/2018

Poetry in blood

09/01/2018

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