GOSSIPING!

GOSSIP!

Like leaves,

In the storm.

Their tongues,

Spitting hearsay.

Like snakes!

Hiss, someone!

Nods and what of?

Portentous inference.

Both parties cases,

To jurisdiction phases.

Like venom,

It clots phenom.

Them not notoriety,

But sagacious.

©️SIMSIM.

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From the previous 1,2 #WOOBLE. This is WOOBLE 3. 4 coming soon continue staying tuned.

WOOBLE 3.(At home)

Though he gets home late,

How late?

It will compensate,

They here unexpected knock.

Transformation must be the moment.

For they know,

Trouble and torment,

It’s their time for blow’.

As usual,

Dirty and filthy.

Noisy and giggly,

Deny and disavows.

Emoluments, finished.

Apple to oranges.

Humanity varnished,

Chances to changes.

And because of food,

He will leave her on the ground.

With maelstrom,

To the room.

A stop at the corridor,

Order for clean ones.

Odor than of coriander,

Or to bed with ones.

Another row of endless fights.

His eyes like mighty spotlights.

Can be seen in the dark night,

Start of his blight.

Just with a fall,

On the bed,

With sizzling temper,

His final call…

“Be it mattress straight,

Be its pillow round.

Let no sun-light,

Interrupt this ground.”

The immortal tone;(fading out)

🎶Oh! Oh! Oh!

Life is trippy…

Dri…n…k till am high…

With my hands I can fly…🎶

©️SIMSIM.

Alcohol life affects the family…

WOBBLE 1.(in the bar.)

One,two,

Three tots.

To half a glass,

And even much.

To bottles,

From cheap ones.

And more,

Of cost!

Stepping on crate,

For friends and more.

Stability at a loss,

Leave alone on a trippy floor.

From bar,

Limps are weak.

By the door-side,

Leaning for better position.

Hands getting weaker,

Whenever carried up.

Eyes growing deemer,

Lower jaws heavier.

The usual song,

Lyrics on lips.

Rhythm on mind,

Beats on feet.

One step front,

A stager.

Two more front,

The turn.

The immortal tone;

🎶Oh! Oh! Oh!

Life is trippy.

Dri…n…k till am high,

With my hands I can fly…

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Life is trippy…

…fly till am high..

High past the sky🎶

©️SIMSIM.

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This poem talk to the the youth from slums in kenya and in Eastern Africa at large. It motivates the youth while discouraging the idleness. Though it’s written in ghetto “language.”

IDLE IS TIRESOME

Si-kustay idle is tiresome,

Ku-seat back na ku-relax is unfit!

Imagine ku-stay all day long,

Bila ku-think positively,

It’s building a place for negativity.

Si-kustay idle is tiresome,

Eat and rest is obesity.

Ku-build non-productive wit,

Devil hutumia jobless mind.

Si-kustay idle is tiresome,

Hata simple sermon.Uh! zii.

Procrastination ndio ya mwezi,

Hata walk? Ni kuona mengi.

Si-kustay idle is tiresome,

Ku-stay hata bila ku-do sum.

Nenda katafte kazi ya ku-raze,

Kama kazi ya kujenga ni hard.

Si-kustay idle is tiresome,

Hata wanyama hucheza ball.

Si kama doing nothing at all,

Hata kua-fan hua ni stiff.

Si-kustay idle is tiresome,

Can’t even make one laugh

Ku-cross-hands na we ni young.

Ujana ni moshi,ukienda no longer tough.

Si-kustay idle is tiresome,

Kuskiza tu wenye plot,

Kazi nikuomba salt na flour,

Soon utawa-join kwenye floor.

Si-kustay idle is tiresome.

You can’t even box someone,

You can’t get powerful fox.

Nikama uko infected na chicken-pox.

Si-kustay idle is tiresome,

Just talking about More.

Go work and earn a Bob,

Sikungoja tu ku-heist.

Si-kustay idle is tiresome.

Checki,acha kuteta ni mapank.

Wakidi wako wata-drive?

Better wish them well then upewe ride…

Si-kustay idle is tiresome?

Just to be frank.

©️SIMSIM.