Mkurugenzi Frankie

The alarm buzzed incessantly, pulling Mike out of a restless sleep. His breath came in short gasps as the remnants of the nightmare clung to him. In it, he had been running endlessly, pursued by a shadowy figure. Now awake, the room felt cold and hollow, the darkness pressing against him like an unwanted companion Today, I wake from a nightmare’s grasp, A sinking void, the echoes of the past. I thought I held control, the reins in hand, But the weight of my choices is hard to withstand. He dragged himself to the bathroom, splashing water on his face. When he looked in the mirror, his reflection seemed off, almost mocking him. Sunken eyes and hollow cheeks stared back, framed by the unmistakable pallor of someone running on empty. "You did this to yourself," the reflection whispered, lips moving out of sync with his own. Mike blinked, shaking his head. It’s just the exhaustion, he told himself, though the words did little to comfort him. Naive, I let my body lead the way, Now ...

The morning sun filtered weakly through the dusty window, its rays barely warming the cold room. Akinyi lay in bed, staring at the cracked ceiling above. The alarm clock had rung three times already, each shrill sound an unwelcome reminder of the day ahead. She sighed deeply, rolling onto her side to silence it once more What is it, Lord, to wake up each day, With sadness that clouds the morning's ray? Unsure of the steps I am called to take, Dreams feel brittle, as if they’ll break. Work awaited her—a mundane routine at the customer service desk of a company that barely paid her enough to survive. Yet, quitting wasn’t an option. The landlord didn’t care about passion or dreams, only rent. Her younger brother, still in school, relied on her for tuition and meals. And so, despite the loathing in her heart, Akinyi dragged herself from bed. To walk these streets where hope feels thin, Where many struggle, yet few win. Corruption reigns, justice feels lost, And dreams are traded at suc...

Under the warm afternoon sun, Kevin and Josh sat on a park bench, watching kids play and parents stroll by. They’d been friends since school, but today, Kevin seemed distracted, his eyes darting back and forth, deep in thought. Josh nudged him, smirking. "Hey, you're a million miles away. What's going on?" Kevin hesitated, then sighed. "It's Emma. I... I think I'm in love, man." Josh raised an eyebrow. "Emma? Dude, that’s great! Just ask her out!" Kevin shook his head, his voice heavy with doubt. "What if she doesn't like me back? I mean, she's smart, funny, and she's got this whole vision for her life. And look at me. What do I have to offer?" Josh chuckled. "Kev, you’re selling yourself short. You’re funny, loyal, and genuine. If that’s not enough, then maybe she’s not the right one." Kevin slumped a bit, still hesitant. "But what if I mess it up? What if I say something stupid or act too eager? I don...

Frank sat at their favorite coffee shop, the corner table with the view of the city, sipping his lukewarm Tea. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow across the buildings, painting everything in a gentle, almost magical light. But all he could think about was how time felt frozen whenever he was with her. Eve walked in, her smile lighting up the room as always, and Frank’s heart skipped a beat. She was everything he wanted—beautiful, kind, and fiercely independent. But she was also broken, a casualty of a past that had left her unwilling to love again. To her, Frank was the safe harbor, the best friend she could lean on but nothing more. "Hey, you look lost," she said, sitting across from him. Her eyes searched his face, and he quickly forced a smile. "Just thinking about work stuff," he lied. Eve laughed softly, the sound so familiar yet painfully distant. They chatted about nothing and everything—work, weekend plans, and the latest movies. But there was a...

 In the heart of Kenya, where the sun is bright, A shadow falls, obscuring the light. The people toil, their hands worn and rough, but extortion looms, making life tough. In Nairobi’s streets and rural lanes, Whispers of injustice, economic pains. A Finance Bill, draped in ambition's guise, Brings fears and woes, no hopeful surprise. High taxes imposed, a burden so steep, Promising growth, yet sowing deep grief. Families struggle, their hopes undermined, By policies blind, to the daily grind. In fields of maize and bustling towns, the weight of levies pulls spirits down. Small traders, farmers, artisans skilled, all bear the cost, their dreams unfulfilled. Voices rise, a chorus of dissent, Reject the bill, is the firmament. For justice calls, through every voice, Seeking a future, a fairer choice. Extortion’s grip and taxes high, must be opposed, we cannot deny. For in unity, the power resides, to shape a nation where hope abides. Let lawmakers heed this fervent plea, to craft a pa...

In the quiet glow of a church's embrace, I met Patricia, with a voice full of grace. Her words like honey, soothing and sweet, in her presence, my heart found its beat. In the pews of faith, where souls unite, I was drawn to her, a beacon of light. Her voice, a melody, pure and divine, in that sacred space, I wished she were mine. In my work, a place so cold and gray, your memory lingers, brightens my day. Toxicity reigns, shadows my path, but thoughts of you ward off its wrath. Patricia, dear, in my dreams you reside, A light in the darkness, my heart's gentle guide. I long for the day you'll hold my hand, Together, we'll build our promised land. In the chaos of life, be my serene, A sweet, calming presence, pure and keen. Let us weave a tale of love so grand, Hand in hand, we'll make our stand. Oh, Patricia, your voice so dear, Is the melody I long to hear. With you, I find my haven, my peace, in your love, my struggles cease. So here I stand, my heart laid bare, ...

Years have passed since I last took pen and paper seriously. Taking a break has taken a toll on me. I am dying inside, yet I cannot make a sound. Lonely and alone, as time stands still, I thought time heals old wounds, Yet I am still hurting inside. I thought "Work hard, get a good job" was the plan. How wrong I was as I toiled, but the ground only responded with dust. The rains came and went, but there was no harvest. I tried and failed countless times, And I don't know if I have the strength to walk again. I am sorry for straying from the narrow path. It squeezed the life out of me, and as I sought a breath of fresh air, I was lost before I found myself again. I come back not with a bang, but with something even more.