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Letters for my Mother

"Letters for my Mother" is a collection of thoughts, emotions, and socioeconomic factors that have hindered my mother and me until her passing in 2007. At that time, I was away from home, moving from place to place, bunking on my sister's house one year and moving on to the other like clockwork. It was traumatic for me since I grew up knowing that I come from a large family of twelve and now living with different people all together or sometimes coming home to find my big sister hasn't arrived from work, so it was books and TV to keep me company. Most of the time, they were trying times as distance kept my two brothers and me from bonding fully. I am glad that I found an outlet for my part where everything seems to be going and coming. What was constantly being right was I thank them fully for taking me to high school, where I found my calling. Art, for me, was a constant where everything is a variable. I never knew I was artistically gifted in all areas of art. I found myself doing drama and musical at form one barely one month into the school. Next year, I found myself in Environment and Science Congress. I had hoped initially that I would blossom to be a scientist. There was this character, Dexter's lab, where he was a boy genius living in a suburban home and having a secret lab in the basement; it was an eye-opening factor for me, and I had to exercise to the fullest. Form three and four were full of music and festival of arts; that was where I grew my art to visual, and poetry came to me as a second language. You probably have figured out that school for me was not for learning, rather for making friends and trying my foot in various forms of art. After high school and pre-youth and college year (I studied computer graphic design for three months, and I dropped out for one reason I will share in my latter works), I found my calling in theatre and performing arts. I loved being on stage, acting, and bringing characters to life with costumes and lights. Telling narratives to the audience and watching them move with awe and splendor. Some hated me from curtain raise to curtain call, booing me for being the antagonist, and applauded wildly when I played the hero. After a while, I felt sick and stagnant for doing the same thing and staging in the same theatre. I saw different cultures and people around Kenya, my country, and settled for drawing and writing poetry and books. To be honest, I was a bit skeptical about my works and would write and draw sketches, and if they don't work out, I would tear them out and flush them. I know I was my worst critic, but I had my first break at 2017 under Storymoja and mentorship of Muthoni Garland, Samira Mathews, and Monity Odera. I published a children's book, "Monsters Who Disobeyed," translated to Swahili, also known as "Malipo ya Ukaidi." It was a milestone for me. I really appreciate my efforts, and three years later, I compiled this book for myself and also the whole world as a reminder that you can be yourself and be the greatest version; you just have to believe. My shortcoming is that my mother, may her soul rest in peace, would be proud of the young man I have become, being that I have never had the chance to show her how talented I am. To all the dreamers and the creatives out there, I would like to give a nugget of wisdom to all that the first step is the hardest, but you will get there eventually. After a while, I must say I am well-versed with various art forms, and I speak the language fluently. As a reader and a fan of my work, I must acknowledge that it is a pleasure giving you access to my world, and I hope to share a room in your library as a favorite.

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Africa, the motherland Where life begins, Majestic rocks where it oozes purity, Where there is wonder and awe From dusk till dawn, Where beings from the sky Sing sweet soliloquy, Ushering in a new chapter,

Where it can rain and shine simultaneously like the human heartbeat.

She always changes my perception, Like, what is it you are searching for? Is it love? Is it lust? I might say neither, But deep inside, I want to scream. The heavens might hear my cry And send angels to orchestrate my plea.There are angels among us, I say this with conviction.

In my days spent wondering, Drifting like a hot mass of air, I caught her scent deep within her hair. As I lock them in my rough but delicate palms, She nicknamed me boxer, She loves the way I float and sting like a bee. She has a strong foundation and deep roots, I can't win any case with her because I am mental. Two heads are better than one, but hers nullifies my brain.

She lies so peacefully that you can drink her poison. Her maneuver around her flower, down her pillars that support her weight, To the curvature of her nature is divine. She makes me sing praises in the morning. The only fair thing is that completion matches my curiosity. Her soul lights up every time I see her.

Her reflection in my eyes when she touches mine is when Mariah Carey hits her notes. She hits the fibers of my soul with her lips. If hell is hot, then she was forged by the eternal fire. I mean when she slid in, I was lost in the moment.Like time froze and took off to a vacation leaving a vacancy, A plot for forbidden fruit to be eaten yet so sweet, So immeasurable that you had to close your eyes to see it.

To feel her insides and your outsides like a ripe pineapple, Bitter but sweet, rough but tender and juicy inside. We were high on love, even the bush brings can't touch the heights with its smoldering smoke. Her breath close to mine as she was mature to go for this ride. Holding on like a junkie on a fix, injecting our love inside, pushing and pulling each other, Like the dance of death between the hunter and the prey, Leaving no room for error as we caught in the moment.

She wrapped me with her limbs in the sky, flying to the destination between her thighs. Legs in the sky and sounds of our engines rumbling with tremors and thunder. She wanted hers explored, and into the blue, I dived in. Her ocean so wet, one dip and you are drowning to the caves of wonder, Filled to the brim that enchants your soul. Our bodies rising and falling with every motion and emotion, "This the season to be jolly"... And we had one reason, To fulfill this destiny called life.**