Category: Deep and overstood

Deep and overstood, Kenya

Prospective Prose

The Divine Bandit

To my last born daughter,

These are the reasons I’m writing you this letter.

Words of wisdom to your brother and sister,

Tell them why they have to keep together.

This is the life that they wanted to take.

But for you this life I had to make.

I’m really sorry my death I had to fake.

But all I did was for your own sake.

I was there when the president was half black.

The same year we all fell like sitting ducks.

It was then that I decided to go and pack.

But don’t worry one day I will be back.

Your mama and I never used to be this fat.

Whatever happens she still holds my heart.

I miss her little lower back tat.

Just as she misses her furry old cat,

Tears flowed when they burnt down that church.

The flames juxtaposing their deed so cold,

Justice and reconciliation didn’t seem to mean much.

But the fumes from my countrymen were the realest seed I ever smoked.

The smoke in no way made my memory blurry.

Until the day I die, I put on for my country.

In my days I walked my talk.

Promise I made to your mama I gave her a rock.

Serenaded her with my rhyme stock,

Red all over I saw her heart unlock.

This, my daughter: is a legacy.

Be responsible and heed my warning.

See the dog in these boys escape the fallacy.

But still be so hot, add to the global warming.

Go to church anytime that you can.

Listen to the preacher but follow the Bible.

Glow from within shine like the sun.

Follow His word don’t listen to fables.

Before I sign off and put my pen down.

Let me say all and avoid a post script.

I want to see you put on a graduand’s gown.

Be my genius girl and don’t follow the drift.

Let your hair down and be the talk of the town.

Make your mama a present and be her gift.

I could go on with this advice.

But I have to go now protect your world.

The rest will be said at a face to face.

Always truly, Your, loving dad.

Deep and overstood, Life, Love

Lost…….for words

The Divine Bandit

She said I’m afraid that you are not.
Afraid of the pain this life brings.
I told her I was too, just in a manly way.
And the smile on my face didn’t tell it all.
I told her of all the battles I have fought.
The pain I got from all detached strings.
Told her things I thought I’d never say.
While brushing dirt off my knees, because I did fall.
I told her I liked her a lot.
Evading the words that gave my heart wings.
Held her hand, kissed her eyebrow, a single step everyday.
Pressing the receive button to her heart’s call

She says what we’ve got is magical.
I say what we have is heavenly.
Her smile always leaves laughter lines on my face.
And she gently kisses each one of them.
Could this be eternal?
She gives the answer, “definitely.”
Is that what I heard? Because I was in a daze.
My eyes never left hers since the time she came.
I take my shoes off so our lips are on the same level.
Her eyes closed, lips pouting, her heart beating, peacefully.
Holding her face I emerge from the haze.
Our lives entwined, our breath becomes the same.

I say what we will share will be unique.
Free and devoid of any simpleness.
Each step of our lives marking a love promise.
Each kiss marking a new step in our life.
We will be two of one in our love clique.
Enjoy the bond defining our singleness.
Truthfully march through each compromise.
Spread this feeling like butter with a knife.
Raise each other when we feel weak.
Hold each other in loving kindness.
Spend time together like we are Siamese.
Finally prove my love, make you my wife.

Deep and overstood, Life, Love

Imperfectly perfect…

The Divine Bandit

Let’s say I couldn’t write.

Let’s say I couldn’t rhyme.

Let’s say I couldn’t fight.

Let’s say I couldn’t mime.

Let’s say I couldn’t dance.

Let’s say I couldn’t stand.

Let’s say I couldn’t prance.

Let’s say I wasn’t a nerd.

Let’s say I didn’t smile.

Let’s say I didn’t laugh.

Let’s say I had no style.

Let’s say I wasn’t tough.

Let’s say I didn’t hit the gym.

Let’s say I didn’t enjoy it.

Let’s say I played no games.

Let’s say I wasn’t a hit.

Let’s say I had no pride.

Let’s say I wasn’t all I could be.

Let’s say I chose no side.

Let’s say I wasn’t me.

Let’s say I never lied.

Let’s say I never stole.

Let’s say I never failed.

Let’s say I had a definite goal.

Let’s say I was full of integrity.

Let’s say I was honest.

Let’s say I didn’t have the temerity.

To try to be my best.

Let’s say I always put others first

Let’s say I had no dirty thoughts.

Let’s say I never rolled in the dust.

Let’s say I never sunk in moats.

Let’s say I kept all the commandments.

Let’s say I never fornicated.

Let’s say I wasn’t bent.

Let’s say I wasn’t tainted.

Let’s say I chose to be you.

Let’s say I had no defect.

Let’s say I had a better view.

Let’s say I was PERFECT!!

Deep and overstood

Let’s live in the present

The Divine Bandit

Words are not enough, signs not so strong.

Yet I remain tough, till I sing my victory song.

This life proves to be rough, and this journey is long.

But with you by my side, we can forget about time.

We can live for the moment, and not worry about tomorrow.

For the moon changes the tide and I kind of always rhyme.

But all is lost in your scent, as a new leaf I do borrow.

Like a puppeteer, my actions you do mime.

And gracefully make me smile, turning me away from my sorrow.

Time will move as fast as we want it to.

And it will drag as long as we don’t take a leap of faith.

You will hold your breath as you watch what I do.

Live each moment, completely oblivious of death.

But I’m not a cynic, just too brave to realize.

In the tick of a second, all could be gone.

Yet nothing scares me, no matter its size.

But you send shivers up my spine, whenever you catch me alone.

But all this is folly, if we don’t act soon.

For our longing will burn us, like a vampire at high noon.

Just be mine and let’s live in the present.

Deep and overstood, Kenya

This is me….

The Divine Bandit

Sometimes I give you lyrics.

Sometimes I give you quotes.

Today I will defy your laws of physics.

Put my pen in, mix the tots before we make our toasts.

I know how good I can be.

The writing is on the wall but have you checked the ceiling.

You can never predict me.

Listen to my words before I have you reeling.

It’s time to let it go.

Because what I am, you will never know.

I got into this black world.

A black man ready to play my black part.

Never thought it would lead me to a black heart.

Lying here on my black mat.

Contemplating my black past.

Anger showing through my black face.

Never winning this black race.

Get swallowed in this black hole.

Watch it suck my black all.

Finally finish my black act.

And then its curtains to this black fact.

Deep and overstood

Welcome to my world

The Divine Bandit

I’m looking at you from where I sit.

Try and figure out what’s alright and fit.

Contemplate the words to my next hit.

Try keep them clean and all neat.

Lose a step, suckle this wisdom teat.

Keep the fire burning my fore fathers lit.

Raise my voice tell them we need to meet.

Get my tools out of my lyrical kit.

Serenade you with my infectious wit.

Raise your heavy heart from that dark pit.

Make you smile I’m not the poison in the meat

Lift your face up escort you to my love seat.

Chip at your icebox bit by bit.

Welcome to the world of  The Divine Bandit.

Deep and overstood

Flow…..

The Divine Bandit

From the dawn, the morn will wake my words.
Soon, the noon will bring my awards.
I am not fickle as I struggle out of this pickle.
And swing my sickle, taking in the harvest for a nickel.
Rejoice, in my voice overshadows the noise.
As in the hood my boys show off their toys.
With this talent I vent my feelings like I have been sent.
While in my cocoon a tent I erect to avoid any dent.
This life and the search for a wife lead to strife.
At the edge of the knife I sit and play my fife.
I am walking and talking and my head is rocking.
As the morn is dawning, the stars I am stalking.
It is time to rhyme and kill the mime.
While they whine, I dine and catch a dime.
I get my piece when you diss and I don’t miss.
You hear the bullet hiss, your life is on lease and I tell you “peace”.
I take on the streets with these beats, can you feel the heat?
It’s a hit because I’m fit to amuse with wit.
As you read this verse, don’t forget the One above and what He has.
Don’t let your thoughts buzz, always remember what He does.
And before I go, don’t say no because I will blow.
Just ask for more, so you can get the flow.


Recovering from fame, I am in the blame of shame.
I’m neither wild nor tame but all the same it’s still my game.
This poetry makes you angry or ready to marry.
As I bury your fury and show my chivalry.
My redemption from this temptation takes gumption.
As I give a solution to the pollution out of my volition.
I write of my plight and win this fight.
As I take a bite of light into this night.
I’m rolling, not flossing of how I’m balling.
While soaring, I’m foiling plans to make this boring.
I lay down this line, go up the vine and take what’s mine.
I show you the signs, tell you I am fine and leave you to pine.
Ready to retaliate from your hate, I set a date.
I’m not late to open the gate because this is my fate.
I’m weaving and spinning but I’m never leaving.
Your words maybe deceiving, they mess how you are feeling.
I’m not walking away; time to make my hay and this is my day.
I’m not waiting till May, as on the bed I lay, time to get my pay.
In this game I am the leader, you are the reader.
And however much you are bitter, my thoughts you won’t hinder.
I put my pen down, don my gown and reverse your frown.
These words I have sown, elicit poetic moans, hence I am the king and no longer a pawn.

Deep and overstood

The Art of Love….

The Divine Bandit

Just like a line starts with a dot.
So does love start with a thought.
Lines drawn with care look magnificent.
And caring thoughts reveal their content.
Ink flows up and down a paper.
And real love emerges from the worst weather.
Erasers always come in handy.
And forgiveness tastes like candy.
A circle is a continuous line.
Similar to the thoughts that are mine.
A fresco lacks real intention.
And silence leads to confusion.
Spirals cause inexplicable dizziness.
And emotions leave me baseless.
Zigzags show impulsive thinking.
That always sends my brain ringing.
Portraits speak a lot of words.
And my eyes see future yards.
Painting takes a considerable amount of time.
And thus long my acts won’t be a mime

It’s funny how I describe love.
It’s almost as if I can draw.
Once I tried, but my hand couldn’t move.
So I decided to let the talent grow.
I don’t have to say how long i waited.
But you can be sure that nothing happened.
The good thing is something else radiated.
And with practice I became hardened.
Today I can look at your hair.
And write about the bonds the strands share.
Watching the glow of your skin.
Makes me compose words from where am sitting.
Listening to your jokes and stories.
Removes all my doubts and worries.
Regardless of how mixed up I get.
I can fully describe how we first met.
Your touch is so sensational.
Thinking about it almost makes my pen fall.
All that I know is that am sure.
And my heart gauge is on pure.
It’s only the look your eyes have.
That could lead me to describe the art of love.

Deep and overstood

Love or what you may…….

The Divine Bandit

Alliteration is the letter.
Rhyme is the sound.
Rhythm makes it better.
But love is the word.
In my mind I form these words.
On paper I concatenate them.
Starting from where my pen lands.
All the way to bringing your personality to fame.
You talk in riddles to confuse me.
And I decode them as proverbs like a fool.
Thus letting my emotions diffuse from my brain to my heart.
You turn to me and use me as a tool.
Then mercilessly burn me out like a wart.
The ingenious ways of your actions.
Complement the active path to my solving the problem.
Your pout heightens my attraction.
And hence on you I purposely lay the blame.

I don’t believe in stars but she says I’m a Gemini.
She says she loves both twin sides of my personality.
She sees that my character is much more than meets the eye.
I like her more because of her honesty.
And she lovingly tells me that my best friend is daft.
This is just a way of her declaring the possibility.
Like the day she said my couch’s leather was so soft.
The mere mention of her name increases my visibility.
To the fact that there is a probability.
Of a day that I will have the opportunity.
To greatly reduce the length of that distance.
And have her in my arms for an instance.

Religiously puzzling and emotionally mind boggling.
Redemption better come soon.
Because insanity beckons while riding this feeling.
Her dimpled smile;like Jupiter and Venus shining next to the moon.
Her laughter is enough to have me in stunned perplexity.
Recursive thoughts being the major culprit.
My reactions work negatively on my dignity.
As my eyes work their way up her skirt-slit.
Only to be instantly drawn to her eyes.
Exuding elementary love coupled with mastered passion.
Body,heart and mind rebel sensing lies.
But the imminent treachery proves not to be her fashion.
She augments to my life like oxidation by chlorine.
She breaks the bonds only to come up with stronger ones.
Molecularly attached as we emerge from the smoke-screen.
The tango of life together we start to dance.
I don’t want to miss any of your rose-kisses.
Or the tingling feeling on my skin as my ears heat up.
When like a jig-saw you place together all my pieces.
And softly rest my head on your lap.
Let’s not call it love because we are beyond the norm.
Only we know what we share and the serenity it brings.
Its more than affection and attraction expressed in any form.
The pain of deliberated fission and how madly it stings.
The loss of you through an unwise mistake.
No justification can be made because it only makes my eyes wetter.
The imagination already leaves a somber thought in my wake.
You wouldn’t have to hate me because nobody’s gonna hate me better.

Deep and overstood

Nostalgia is now a thing of the past…..

The Divine Bandit

Sometimes I sit and reminisce
Standing up is not an option hence,
My thoughts I transfer in a haphazard manner
As fear crops up n flies high like a banner
I slapped my class teacher in primary
And opened a pathway to unbridled rivalry
A maze around my juxtaposed thoughts
And getting a hold of each memory before it rots
I remember what I don’t want to
Only to forget what I need to do
The tears won’t flow if you slap me
But they definitely will if I remember you didn’t
What we always forget to see
is the emotions that are shown through a hint
We let go and decide to let it be
Thus putting nostalgia dollars in the mint
For once I wanna be poor
So as to enjoy what I might not recall
Take my brain on a tour
Rather than ram the memory wall
I hate it when I tear up
But hate is better than fear
I wanna fill the dark gap
With memories of my most dear