I AM

I am an ocean; vast and deep. I am a mesh work of fine art. I am an African woman with a global heart and soul. I am an infused energy and a haven of electrified joy and nothing less than pure perfection. My breathe is the thunderous sound that is an African storm, my heart’s every beat is an endless anticipation of the next it is savory at its best, an endless quest, an unfillable hunger, an unquenchable thirst so much it is my undoing.

I am an endless array of chaos. Finding comfort in disarray as perfection is not bliss. If I am perfect then who is God?

I am an organized meshwork. Of emotion and thoughts only God and kindred spirits can comprehend. I make every morning a chance to my ways mend.

 I am that eeves dropper to greatness and I echo it to all who have ears, even though not all will listen.

I am in constant awe of the sun trading places with the moon, a captivating sight that is a privilige to witness.

I am a barefoot fanatic, for who would not want to feel and connect with the very ground they walk on?

I am a lover, pasionate and vengeful with a neverending river of love, live and laughter, though deprived at times, though held back at times in caution, it is a gift and I wear it with pride.

I am a mountaineer, with near magical stride, trudging this steep terrain called "chasing dreams"

I am the tune to which birds sing, the echo in the thicket, the undying urge to be myself but I HAVE TO FIND HER FIRST.

My life is a pursuit of myself. A creature so near yet so far from comprehension.

I am WOMAN

I AM WOMAN

A woman is a savage

feeding on prey 

regardless

her poise, invoking fear in even the filthiest of slithers

she tears up whatever she gets her hands on 

she doesn't need this prey

she can get her way if she wanted to but for her births' honour she will chase after deers and antelopes

A woman is a force of nature

She is the sun that brightens your day 

she is the same Mandera sun that scorches your visage

causing a prematurely wrinkling façade

play your cards well 

and she is the purest brightness in the Maldives

A woman is a force of nature

she is the ever flowing stream of resourcefulness

if it hasn't reeds to weaves

it had fish to feed

She is a force of nature

the rains that nurtures growth

or the floods whose gates betrayal opens

play your cards well,

And she is The New Orleans Fields' irrigate

A woman is a drunk

She is so drunk on life

that passion

she simply does not exist

A woman is pure beauty

Wrinkles, bumps on reddened skin, uncoloured lips, thunder thighs and swaying hips 

THESE DO NOT MAKE  A WOMAN
Her loving them and knowing they form her physique not her being is what MAKES A WOMAN