Mkurugenzi Frankie

 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, ...