Mkurugenzi Frankie

Christmas Eve The kind where the year exhales. Where the noise takes a step back And silence finally speak. Lights blinked like tired stars, Hope hanging low on ordinary streets, And I wasn’t looking for a miracle… Until you walked into the moment. This Christmas, love, I wrap my heart in you, Not ribbons nor gold, but something true. As carols rise beneath the Kenyan sky, I thank God softly as the stars pass by. You are my warmth in December’s glow, My quiet miracle wrapped in snow. Though palm trees sway where we stand, Still heaven feels close when you hold my hand. Through broken dreams and hopes reborn, You’ve stayed my light from dusk to dawn. Like Christmas faith that never dies, Your love renews me, heals my sighs. So as bells ring hope and candles gleam, I choose you again, my answered dream. Not just for Christmas, bright and kind, But for every season, heart and time. The Christmas I Found her, It began on a quiet Christmas Eve, The kind where the world slows down And even t...

Hello, Darkness… my old friend. Yeah—come closer. It’s been a while since we had one of these late-night, heart-on-the-table, truth-with-no-filter conversations. You always show up uninvited, sliding through the cracks of my confidence like smoke that knows the shape of my lungs. You sit at the foot of my bed whispering, “You’re not enough… you’ve never been enough.” And I pretend not to listen. But you know I do. You’ve always known. Fear...  you wear my voice like a stolen jacket. You walk around in my thoughts, leaving muddy footprints on every dream I tried to keep clean. You say you’re protecting me...  “Stay low, stay quiet, stay safe.” But safety feels a lot like a cage when the door is always locked from the inside. You know what’s crazy? I mistook you for a friend. A sharp-tongued guardian angel keeping me from cliffs I was too scared to climb. But now I see it...  You weren’t shielding me from falling, you were stopping me from flyin...

"Rise, traveler...your time has changed." My heart leapt high, unbound, untamed, A promise made, though none explained. A ticket stamped in Heaven’s hand, A journey none could understand. I wore my finest suit with pride, Each button fastened, tears denied. The mirror smiled, though strange, though deep... As if it knew what I’d not keep. The airport lights ...they kissed my eyes, A newborn bird about to rise. First time through clouds ...oh, what delight! I laughed aloud into the light. And when I landed...oh, the sight! Crowds of faces, pure and bright. Mothers, fathers, children too, Of every race...they cheered me through. "Was I this loved?" my heart did cry, As joy and wonder filled the sky. They reached for me...but touched me not, Their hands met air, their smiles forgot. Then through the crowd, I saw my wife...  Her tears cut deeper than a knife. She held my photo to her chest, And whispered words that laid me rest. "He was my ...

 I wake .... matatus cough the city awake, light cracks the tin roofs, and I count the coins like prayers. It seems like my dawn will never rise to greet me like before; the sun looks the same, but I feel older, dreams slipping through my fingers like sand. As I grow older, so does my dream age from my grasp  What was bright at twenty feels distant at thirty, and the map I drew in my head is missing roads. If dreams were valid ... if they had to be justified .. what should I do to achieve them? Answer me? Listen ... I’ve learned, the city does not give pity, it gives chances to those who keep knocking. So I stand, shoulders heavy but straight, I polish small wins like coins until they shine. I hustle with honor; I refuse the easy lie. I trade bitterness for plan: one small step, again and again. When doubt shouts, I shout back ... louder: I’m not finished. When hunger speaks in my bones, I feed my skill ...not just my belly. I barter time for knowledge, time for trust. I keep ...

The Day broke like any other, yet I felt the silence of the air thicker than usual, as though destiny itself was holding its breath. I did not know that my path was being drawn toward a flame a fire that would not only warm me but consume me whole. I met her. No!  I clashed with her, as though the heavens had staged a duel between my spirit and hers. It was not gentle. It was not soft. It was war disguised as wonder. Her eyes met mine and I was undone. Every wall I had built crumbled, stone by stone, until nothing stood between my naked soul and her relentless gaze. I thought I had known battles before,  the kind where blood is spilled, where pride is lost, where shadows cling to the ribs like iron chains. But this!  this was a greater war. For how does a man defend himself against beauty that pierces deeper than any blade? How does one guard the heart when it aches to surrender? She was not angel, nor demon,  but something between. A paradox draped in mortal flesh, ...

 It had been a long time since the presence returned the voice, the shadow, the familiar whisper that always crept in when everything felt like it was falling apart. “Hello, brother… it’s been a while since we took arms together.” The words came not from outside, but from within. A cold chill ran down his spine as he paused mid-thought, staring blankly into nothing. The voice was calm, persuasive  too familiar. “I’m here to be your anchor. Wake up from your slumber. Don’t listen to anyone else. Only me.” “No,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head, as if that alone could cast the shadow away. “You always come when I’m down.” “Of course I do. I come to lift you out of your ordinary thinking. I make you sharp. I make you fearless.” “I don’t want you anymore,” he whispered, almost pleading. The voice laughed softly, not in malice, but in quiet triumph. “You can’t escape me. I’m your shadow. Every time you look back, I’m there.” His heart pounded harder. “No. I may not be...

In this world full of lies and lives that make the heart want, I shrink deeper into my own shadow Not because I enjoy the dark, but because the light burns too loud. I'm Solan. Not silent by nature, but silent by necessity. Afraid to make a move. Because every move becomes a misunderstanding, a rejection, a laugh I’ll never forget. So I stay still. Like furniture in people’s lives seen, but never truly noticed. They say I’m quiet—like it’s a flaw. As if silence isn’t survival, as if the world ever listened when I spoke. But what’s the point of endless talk, when words return like echoes… from an empty well? My silence… is my power. My only shield in a battlefield of noise. I dodge wars, not with swords, but with solitude. I’ve avoided countless fights by letting pain settle inside me instead of out. But it hurts. I’m getting old… But I’m not wine. I don’t sweeten with age. I sour in silence. I spoil behind smiles. I scroll through curated lives, likes and lovers on screens like orn...

 Son, They say love finds us when we least expect But I waited, wandered, and wept. Fifty years I’ve roamed this weary earth, Seeking a face, a touch, a heart to call home, Yet found none to match the storm within my chest. I toiled the soil of cities and silence, Fell for illusions dressed as warmth, But every kiss turned cold, every promise hollow. It was not that I was unloved, But that I loved too deep in shallow waters. Now, as I near the end of my weary tale, Know this is no tale of triumph, nor a will for wealth. It is a dirge, a warning carved in blood and ink. I have lost my way, son, truly. The sun no longer rises for me, And the nights whisper secrets I can’t bear. This world... It turned me into something I swore I’d never be. A man of shadows, Chasing light only to extinguish it with my sins. I thought I could outrun my past, But the past is a loyal beast—it follows. Now I stand before the gates of the Forbidden Kingdom, Not as a noble soul, But as a ti...

 It was exhilarating while it lasted… but I’m afraid it’s time. “No… it can’t be…” I whispered, my throat tightening, the words tasting like ash on my tongue. The figure before me stepped from the shadows - tall, draped in a shifting cloak of black smoke, eyes burning like dying embers. His smile was thin, stretched unnaturally wide, as if carved into his face. “The devil has returned to claim your soul,” he murmured, his voice reverberating with a hollow timbre that seemed to crawl into my bones. “Why now?” I pleaded, my legs frozen, my breath shallow. “Do not cry, child. This moment was written long before your first breath,” he said softly, almost tenderly. "Your path was sealed the day you whispered your desire into the void." “I… I only wanted a taste of power… to be seen, to be heard,” I stammered. My mind spun with flashes of the past — the rushed deals, the shortcuts, the whispered prayers to unseen forces, the careless promises made under desperate moons. “Yes… you c...

I’ve returned weathered, but still standing. It’s been a journey through storms I never imagined facing, yet the thought of peace carved a quiet space in my heart that kept me moving forward through every darkened path. All those years wandering unfamiliar roads, I clung to one hope: the dream of resting where I truly belong. Now I’m here, though the ache in my body is nothing compared to the quiet ache that lingers deep within. I thought the choices I made along the way would guide me home sooner. It took longer than I ever imagined — and the marks of that long road, though unseen, will stay with me forever. I’m sorry I never got to say goodbye when I disappeared into the currents of life, swept away like driftwood in a river. I remember the day I left with painful clarity. The sky was heavy with grey clouds, the air thick with the scent of impending rain. You had just smiled at me across the table, your words a gentle reassurance that all would be well. I barely stepped past the door...

 It all started with a ping. “What’s the most random thing that made you smile today?” He hesitated after hitting send, unsure if it was too forward. But then again, she wasn’t just anyone. She was the girl who made silence feel like music. She replied. "A stranger danced in the rain with zero shame… kinda reminded me of you." The night flowed like that effortless, playful. “If we swapped lives for a day, what would surprise me most about being you?” he asked. “Probably how much overthinking I do... even if I act like I have it all together,” she typed. “Your turn.” “You’d find out I actually talk a lot... just not out loud.” They laughed in texts, sent each other memes, and debated over the best ice cream flavor. It wasn't just a conversation. it was chemistry, pixel by pixel. Then he got bolder. “ you text like someone I’d want to get coffee with. The long kind of coffee. The sit for hours and forget ourselves as time passes kind.” “You’d probably be fun in person,” she...

The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It should have been a beautiful sight, but today, it felt hollow. He sat by the window, eyes lost in the distance, heart weighed down by emotions he couldn’t suppress anymore. His fingers drummed lightly on the table, a nervous rhythm matching the restlessness in his soul. He had always been a man who believed in staying strong, no matter what. Society had taught him well—"A man doesn’t show weakness; a man faces his struggles in silence." And for the most part, he had followed that unwritten rule. But not today. Not anymore. He took a deep breath and reached for his pen, his heart guiding his hand. *"I miss you, my love. I miss you more than I have words to express. I’ve been struggling for days, suppressing this feeling, convincing myself that I had to be strong. But strength, I’m learning, isn’t always about hiding what you feel. Sometimes it’s about admitting that you need someone. And today, I need ...

Life had a funny way of complicating things when you least expected it. For years, I had been a writer and a poet, pouring my thoughts into stories that captured emotions I couldn’t always express. Somewhere along the way, the lines between fiction and reality began to blur. There was X, a quiet reader who had a knack for understanding my work better than anyone else. She would always find hidden meanings in my poems that even I hadn’t realized were there. Her words carried a depth that made her more than just a fan—she was someone who truly saw me. Then there was Y, the church leader with beauty and grace that felt almost unearthly. She commanded attention without trying, her confidence inspiring and intimidating all at once. Every interaction with her felt profound, even if we only exchanged pleasantries. And finally, there was Z, my work colleague. Reliable, supportive, and always there when I needed someone. She didn’t just listen—she truly cared, her presence a comfort in times of...