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Everyday

EVERYDAY.
Before I walk to work,
She kisses me off,
Goodbye!!
And utters softly,
“Today!!
Today should be a good day,”
As she waves,
She instructed me,
Never to answer to it,
But just look back into her eyes,
And smile,
She says it’s African and lovely,
Wives cook for family,
Though,
Am a self proclaimed chef,
She is the girl,
I met four years go,
Her eyes still glow bright,
She hugs tight,
She treats me right,
She is a ‘down to earth’,
A good heart,
Wonder woman,
Woman of Africa,
The other day,
She walked me down the river,
Telling me tales of the past,
Time was flying fast,
Darkness fast approaching,
We ran all way home,
Everyday,
Put on the shirt on the table,
Not any from the suitcase,
She recommends,
To get a shave,
At the downtown barber,
This guy,
He who shaves his Papa.

#Poet Kiptoo
©The Obi Poetry

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Happy Valentine’s

Happy Valentine’s
Roses are red,
You black,
And beautiful,
Sky is blue,
You African,
Your height American,
You adorable,
And loveable,
Sun is bright,
You short and sweet,
Cars are fast moving,
You breathing fine,
Aging fine like wine,
You my Valentine’s
Momma,
My special Valentine’s,
You too Papa,
Rivers flow swiftly,
You grow old,
And bold,
Old is gold,
Night is bright,
You always make me feel right,
And happy,
You inspire me to write,
Motivate me to recite,
You my greatest friend,
To eternity,
You fancy the shining stars,
Not shoes and cars,
You’ve healed my scars,
You my Valentine’s,
Special Valentine’s,
You’ve been through thin and thick,
For me,
I celebrate you,
I love you,
Happy Valentine’s!!!

Poet Kiptoo

©The Obi Poetry

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LIFE IN ELDORET CITY

Life in Eldoret City.
If you a fish lover,
Eastleigh,
A walkaway,
From business district,
Kwa Samaki is the place,
Enjoy fish with ugali,
‘Laked’ delicacy,
Every retail outlet,
Food joint,
Sell Mursik,
Cloud 9 play good music,
Eastwards,
Ravine road enter the highway,
At Poa Place,
That recreational palace,
Cultural centre,
Swimming centre,
To the north,
Sits Munyaka,
Hilly,
Walking or driving,
You climb upward,
Past the railway line,
Kipchoge stadium,
Alpax college,
School of higher learning,
Past European cemetery,
To places far away,
Like Iten,
Kapsowar,
Place near like University of Eldoret,
And California,
At middle city,
Loud music play at shops,
There’s no order,
Bus stops,
All over the highway,
And footpaths,
Side by side,
Walk lovebirds,
Near the town hall,
The city clock,
Tick tock,
To eternity,
While masses walk fast,
Champions run fast,
Streets kids play,
While the city askaris,
Chase their parents,
Helter skelter,
To the south,
Kisumu ndogo,
And the famous Langas,
Bustle,
That’s past the Eldoret National Polytechnic,
Off there you can swim,
At Starbucks,
Or sing and dance your heart out at Marriott,
Uptown hosts a thousands souls,
Drainage is faulty,
And sewerage is linking,
Paths smell nasty,
But she,dances the street kid,
While KVDA reigned in the heights,
For sometime,
The skyscraper past the Cathedral stand tall,
And bold,
It watches all over,
The National Library is a walkaway,
From City Hall,
And Zion mall,
City is quiet on Sunday,

#Poet Kiptoo
The Obi Poetry

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IF YOU WERE MINE

IF YOU WERE MINE.
I would go down on my knees,
To pray,
For love and peace,
Amongst us,
I would walk you downstream,
To listen to singing birds,
To watch swimming birds,
While enjoying nature at ease,
And cool breeze,
If you were mine,
I would ride you fast,
To places far away,
To spectate,
Love the earth,
And grow a good heart
If you were mine,
I would wake you at midnight,
Sit out together,
When night is bright,
To watch stars in skies,
And feel good in disguise,
If you were mine,
I would brew for you Mursik
Cook you good food,
Play you good music,
I would walk you to greener pasture,
To lie low,
And brighten your future,
If you were mine,
I would walk you down the aisle,
Make you my wife,
Get kids and thrive,
If you were mine,
I would drive you wild,
Make you laugh,
Smile,
And love..

#PoetKiptoo
©The Obi Poetry

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MADE IN ELDORET

Made in Eldoret.
You don’t know town,
Town of Eldoret,
If you can’t tell,
Nor locate,
Politicians investment structures,
In the city of champions,
Local matatu tout
Will tell you,
With no doubt,
New KFC uptown are fraudsters,
You can’t afford it,
In accompany of your girl,
That athletic petite,
Always with good appetite,
Again,
JAVA sells a cup of tea,
At Kes.300,
Once in a while,
You’ll see,
Awuor followers,
Or Jeshi la Wokovu,
Storm like bees,
Town of peace,
Rock,
Lock
And roll the city paths,
City parks,
Bus terminals,
Like wild animals,
Rioters,
Usually discouraged,
Booed,
Don’t throw stones,
Nor shout loudly,
Elders of town,
Tell,
Tales,
Shouting is for the madman,
Club Rumors,
Must be the best,
You’ll hear,
All party girls,
Black African pearls,
Second it,
They’ll tell you,
It’s full of heat,
Good beats,
Not more than once,
In a year,
Will you see a pickpocket,
Running,
People of town,
Chase fast,
Than a fading past,
Wonderful city,
You don’t know town,
Town of Eldoret,
If you haven’t heard,
That intoxicated guy,
Middle age madman,
Sing good music,
Sing loud,
Sing bold
Sing from heart,
At the streets,
Morning to noon,
Songs of love,
Songs of stars and moon,
Songs,
That will make you laugh.

Poet Kiptoo

TheObiPoetry..

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AKINYI

 

AKINYI.
I’ll talk posh,
Though I own no Porsche,
I’ll drive you crazy,
I’ll drive safely,
Till you breath heavily,
I’ll swim you at lake,
Buy you a cake,
Satisfy your gravy,
Tell you tales,
Tales of giant whales,
Stories of mermaids,
Tales of downtown barmaids,
Akinyi,
Listen attentively,
How wish you could cheat on your boyfriend with me,
Then,
I’ll walk you places,
Walk you down the aisle,
Together,
We’ll masquerade palaces,
Akinyi,
Listen,
I love you,
I want you,
You a nice girl,
You dress nice to kill,
You a big deal,
A big fish,
A big kill,
Akinyi,
Marry me,
I can cook tasty food,
I’ll do chores,
I won’t break your neck nor jaws,
Listen to my confessions,
I’ll be your Mr.Right,
Make you feel right,
See light,
I honor promises,
Akinyi,
Be my family,
Let’s build a nation,
I’ll make you mother of nations,
Akinyi,
Come baby,
Come!
Come home with me..

Poet Kiptoo


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YOU NOT HER

You not her
If you got good looks,
A worrying personality,
Petite and dumb,
Fat and dumb,
Ebony or blonde,
You not her,
If you a good cook,
Wicked,
Toxic,
You could poison my food,
You not her,
If you black,
Dark,
Beautiful,
Disloyal and unfaithful,
You not her,
If you ride,
Walk with pride,
You walk to church,
And still judge,
You not her,
If you a good kisser,
Smoker,
Intoxicated,
I can smell you,
Fouled,
You not her,
If you give to beggars,
To tell the world,
You inhumane,
Rule of life,
Kiss and don’t tell,
The untold tale,
You not her,
If you fancy shoes and cars,
And watch stars,
You not her,
If you got good butts,
A lot of nos’ and buts,
Refined taste,
Tender skin,
Rich next of kin,

Poet Kiptoo

Nature

Nature.
Every morning,
I walk,
To work,
Rather than riding,
I don’t walk on the motor route,
Though it got pedestrians route,
I walk downhill,
Picking up dew on my laces,
Through the cemetery,
I pick up bird field,
Doves picking grains,
Trees swinging,
Sun shining,
I walk through the rocky path,
Hop,stepping and jumping,
Feaces littered route,
Sideways,
Lantana is growing tall,
It’s flowers look bold,
The morning is colorful,
Engines can’t heard,
But birds sing louder,
Trees swinging louder,
Wind blows swiftly,
The route comes to an end,
At the railways,
The old woman grows sukuma,
And manangu by at the roadside,
Cars screech,
Matatus hoot,
But the road shines green,
And clean.

Poet Kiptoo

The Obi Poetry

THE GHETTO GIRL

THE GHETTO GIRL.
There’s was a day,
Over the holiday,
When I was seated uphill,
Watching at buildings
At downtown,
And uptown,
Eldoret city,
Next immediately downwards the rocks,
A ghetto girl was seated at the edge,
Tendering a baby,
Nursuring her baby,
A girl of a tender age,
A ghetto girl,
A black African pearl,
She was singing to the baby,
Caressing the baby,
Nicely,
And gently,
Looking closely,
You could tell,
She was a teen,
Probably thirteen,
Her face was wasted,
She was sad,
And may be feeling bad,
Her future was blurred,
Her feets were bleeding blood,
Wounds of thorns,
While at field to collect firewood,
Fuel to brew,
The ghetto favorite liquor,
The ghetto tequila,
Illicit brew,
Stampedes at the ghetto,
Sexual violence in the ghetto,
The baby stopped crying,
Smiled
Laughed giggly,
She smiled as well,
Beauty of life,
The ghetto girl,
Uphill,
A watchtower,
Peaceful Haven,
A small heaven,
Off ghetto foul smell,
Intoxicated noisy neighbors,
Off littered with feces paths
Uphill,
To show her baby,
The busy roads of the city,
Cars running,
Huge buses hooting,
Flood lights shining bright on the highways,
Spotlights shining from far,
The ghetto girl spot,
Uphill,
Trees grow tall,
And bold in the rocks,
At the rocks vegetation is green,
The rocks are clean,
It’s breeze,
Blows with ease,
Giving the baby and the mother
The ghetto girl,
A good feeling,
They kept smiling,
Giggling till the sun took off,
Darkness approached,
Crickets checked in,
Mosquitoes too..

©The Obi Poetry

Woo Her

WOO HER.
Tell her,
You don’t ride,
But you fast like champions of Eldoret,
Tell her,
You sweet,
You taste sweet like Acacia Honey from
Baringo,
Tell her,
You don’t owe a mansion,
You live in the woods,
And birds sing,
Monkeys swing,
Woo her,
Tell her,
You not Mr. Right,
But you’ll at least make her feel right,
Smile,
Drive her wild,
Tell her,
Her eyes bright,
You’ll walk her home late in the night,
A night of a million of stars,
You’ll heal her scars,
Tell her,
You not a chef,
But you’ll cook her good food,
African delicacies,
Ugali Sukuma
Tell her,
You not a foreteller,
But your ancestors tell future is bright,
You’ll walk her down aisle.

Poet Kiptoo
©The Obi Poetry

Love note

Love note.
I’m falling for you,
Like heavy raindrops,
Let me take care of you,
Let me wipe your teardrops,
I’m loving,
Every moment we spent together,
Walking,
Talking,
And laughing,
I’ve been stalking you for years,
All wide open,eyes and ears,
I’m impressed enough,
I’m in love,
I’m taking you home with me,
I’m taking you home to mama Africa,
We’ve nicknamed her,
My mother, I owe her,
I’m going down on my knees,
Smiling in disguise,
At my Lord,
Thanking him with word,
He showed me a wonder woman,
I’m seated here at home,
Dreaming,
Wondering where to take you for honeymoon,
May be Rome,
Mars or a walk in.the moon,
I’m at the moment,
Waiting,
Painting,
Painting my heart,
Pink,
That’s your favorite color right?
I’m painting it bright,
Just in case future gets dark,
Know am black,
Black is beautiful,
White at heart,
A lover of nature,
A major,
A major human being,
I’m scheduled to make you my wife,
Get kids and thrive,
I’m feeling you at my every heartbeat,
But reply soon,
That would be sweet,
Like baking eternity..

Poet Kiptoo
©The Obi Poetry

Love letter

Love letters.
Hey 🎂girl,
Thought you should know,
You one thick black African pearl,
You sweet girl,
You gets into fights for me,
You smart too
And that’s priceless,
My black princess,
Black mistress,
You too mature for your age,
But keeping on aging fine like wine,
Age more black,
More dark,
Joking!!
Grow more beautiful,
Happy birthday cupcake,
I owe you a cake,
To celebrate you,
Celebrate your birthday,
They’ll tell you,
Stories about me,
Listen closely,
You beautiful and wise,
I cook good rice,
They won’t tell you,
You’ve been good to me,
Good girlfriend,
Good heart,🖤
I love you and happy birthday
You’ve been gone,
For long,
I miss you,
I know you fine,
I miss getting mad at you,
Then happy and better,
I miss your hugs,
You owe me a million now.
Now you older,
I expect more,
More happy moments,
Happy birthday♥

Poet Kiptoo
©The Obi Poetry

THE MOUNTAIN IN THE CITY

THE MOUNTAIN IN THE CITY
It’s a tower,
It’s soil hold a tall acacia,
Giant green acacia,
Rocky mountain,
At mountain you watch the city,
Tiny cars,
People look like safari ants,
The stadium looks like scar,
At the mountain is not crowded,
Mountain of love,
Walk up,
You’ll always find lovebirds,
The girl posing for the selfie,
Others cuddle and shy,
Others walk,
Other talk loud,
And laugh,
Mountain of love,
The giant skyscraper,
By the highway,
Looks like a toy box,
You can at heart,
It’s peak,
Down the mountain,
Far East,
Lives the European cemetery,
Lately buried,
Died at 1994,
A year earlier before my birth,
Far West,
Lives a wasted society,
A ghetto,
When in trouble with cops,
You retreat deep,
The shanty town,
Cops are on hunt,
Bitter society,
Near the ghetto,
Stands a tall church,
Big church
In between is a field,
Grazing field,
Sleeping field,
Soccer field,
At field,
Play the intoxicated men,
And kids,
While the teenage schoolgirl,
Wash clothes at stream flowing to the city,
At mountain in the night,
The city is bright,
The streets are lit,
The city is beautiful,
The city is colorful,
Floodlights,
Spotlights,
All shine right,
Blue color,
Red color,
Golden,
At the mountain in the city,
Rocky and bushy are littered,
Littered with feces,
It smells nasty,
But old woman sits to the graveyard,
Waving people,
Passing near her falling hut,
Kids play hide and seek,
While the little kitten
Lies down sick,
At least there’s clean,
Enough water
By the roadside,

©The Obi Poetry

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