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Daughter of mine you’re so smart
Calling me ‘Mum’ when you know I’m ‘Dad’.

I know you’re not praying when you go down on your knees,
Lie flat on your tummy and stare  at the carpet fairies:
I know…
I know you’re just mad!

Leave the cat alone, don’t chase after her
She’ll come to you, so will boys
But that’s a story your mother should tell.

Daddy’s girl I love strolling with you, you’re so curious
So innocent, so full of life;
that is a donkey, that one too, don’t! chickens peck,
ok! I know I said donkey but look, it has an adder; say “cow”
OOOOh that; that is toto and no! she’s not a toy.

Your smile Love, I carry with me;
On dull days and crushing moments,
It brightens my World.

I was there when you took your first breath,
When you cried out with the delight of birth,
Free at last;
I would have held you forever had you not demanded to suckle,
Haki Yako! You too?

I saw you take your first steps,
Swirie I knew you were fooling us;
Where is the limping wobbly gait.

You stab my Heart every time you cry,
Sometimes I let you;
KaMAMU save your tears,
You’ll need them to wash away life’s frustrations.

Sweet-Love I would give you the World where it mine to give,
You can’t have everything;
Soon you’ll forget glass and ache for diamonds instead.

How I love to watch you fall asleep in my arms,
If only this moment would last forever; I’d keep you safe,
Cushion you against life’s volleys
These arms will always be here for you.

I was there,
I’m still here,
Always will be;

Daughter of Mine, I LOVE YOU!

©njuguna Xavier 2011

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Posted by on March 3, 2012 in Creative thought




Mumbi, see your Daughters
See how proud they’ve become,
They no longer respect their Men;
They argue with their fathers,
Tell off and shun their husbands.

Mumbi, oh’ your Daughters
Have forgotten how to dress,
They walk around with pronounced breasts,
Strut arrogantly on exposed thighs,
Now and then giving peaks at stringed previews.

They have chosen to look like starved wheat stalks,
Hiding their faces behind layers of expensive dust.
Mumbi, your Daughters so beautiful
Long buried their beauty to Death.

You will find them among Men,
Drinking too much, smoking everything;
Sniffing, spitting and talking vainly of things secret.
Mumbi, poor you
Your Daughters forgot how to be women.

They no longer call their children your name,
Nor are they taught our sweet language,
Mumbi, pray for your sons
we’re afraid of what they’ll do next!


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Posted by on March 3, 2012 in Creative thought




A Rose petal lies between the pages of a book.
One masked in humble title, burying within noble thoughts.
Trapping moments of pure thrill, episodes birthing Human Disbelief.
Cloaked beneath unknown calamity wields great sorrow


Between the pages of this book lies You,
Perfuming the words inspiring my Life.
And there the story ends!

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Posted by on March 3, 2012 in Creative thought