The Way 🇰🇪

Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪
God’s Favourite

  • Son of David

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    I like writing and I love poetry
    I have found a timeless anthology
    Staring at me through the mirror
    A handsome majestic Royal Priest
    Bearing the most noble heritage
    In my veins runs a Royal Bloodline
    From the glorious House of David
    My presence in this world is known
    My presence in my home world is acknowledged
    With an Invisible Crown upon my head
    I am an heir to His Eternal Kingdom
    If I could write about The King of Kings
    I could write just about anything
    For He is everything & everything is Him
    If I have to write more about me
    I would still write Him, just Him
    For I am my loving Father’s Son
    I was born a Crown Prince

    KJ 🇰🇪

  • Sorry not Sorry

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    The sun isn’t sorry for being bright
    Moon isn’t sorry for it comes late at night
    Rain isn’t sorry for it falls
    Lightning isn’t sorry for scaring us all
    So why do you need to be sorry
    For being genuine and being you
    For being the real version of yourself
    And just true?

  • Abyss

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    Why are your poems so dark they ask
    But I often tend to ignore such remarks
    The darkness that my successive lines read
    Are not just a combination of words
    They are a way of fulfilling my need
    My need to express what I feel
    My need to tell untold stories
    My need to fight my silent battles
    My need to let out my manly cries
    Some of them are silent cries
    Some of them are loud cries
    Some of them are tearless cries
    Because somehow I’m always calm
    And my eyes tend to remain dry
    Since they knew me before
    They say I was that one pure soul
    Who willingly chose darkness
    But even they can’t see the hidden truth
    So they’ll have to wait for that one sleuth

  • When the Sun goes Down

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    There comes a time after midnight
    Usually a few hours before dawn
    Where feelings are too raw to hide
    And thoughts too dark for the light
    When secrets feel too dark to share
    And life becomes too messy to care

  • Mahbuba

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    I never told them about you
    But they saw you in my written words
    The perfume of love cannot be concealed

  • Trick or Treat

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    There goes my mind… again
    Trying to balance my thoughts on a tightrope
    Too bad I’m as clumsy as they get
    I create solutions for problems
    That have no chance of existing
    And see the future in a false reality
    I play tag of war with my insecurities
    While ignoring all positive thoughts
    Sometimes I lack the strength
    To fully believe in my own self
    Why does my mind play tricks on me?
    I know I am great
    Or am I?

  • Dark Pit

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    She is broken
    See the thing about her is
    I don’t really know if she’s broken
    Unless she wants me to know
    The irony is that at some point
    I could almost swear she wanted to tell me
    That she wasn’t okay, perhaps far from it
    That she has rough nights way too often
    That I should read in between the lines
    That she recites in our silence
    I think it’s my dimpled smile
    That maybe makes her get cold feet
    Like that may not be something
    That I’d want to hear from her
    I don’t know about anyone’s life
    I hate how I trick myself into believing
    That I might kinda somehow do
    But no matter how close we can be
    I have dark mosaics in my soul
    That I don’t let people see
    That’s just how I adjusted to life
    Because we are all broken
    In places we don’t bleed
    And I want to tell her that I am too
    But I know, I know all too well
    Why she chooses to remain silent
    And I Understand

  • Locked Out of Heaven

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    Dear GOD

    I Struggle with these cards of Life
    That You dealt me with
    I’m not a Saviour and I’m no Saint
    I just feel like a Pet in a Cage
    Like I’m my Owner, Captor and Captive
    I’ve trekked Wildernesses and Deserts
    I’ve drowned in Rivers and Seas
    I’ve walked through fierce Storms
    I’ve dragged myself through Infernos
    I’ve come out of battles with deep Scars
    But I hardly feel like a Warrior
    This War just doesn’t seem to end
    Why does it have to take so long
    To get out of this Cycle of Pain?
    How do I turn this into a source of Power?
    I hope that I will become a Survivor
    Because I’m neither a Fighter nor a Hero
    The Only thing I’ve ever Fought for
    Was the will to Exist here
    Now the Hardest part remains
    Living for Someone Else
    While still Loving my Owned Self

    P.S
    I Know You Are For Me

  • Phantom

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    They say forgive and forget
    Well it’s true that I did forgive
    But it would be a fat white lie
    If I said that I will forget
    See a part of me died that night
    And I was the only present at my funeral
    Even though I was Loved back to life
    I’m still left with the memories of dying
    And every time I look in the mirror
    I know that I’ll never be that me again
    But I still see every single one of them
    The ghosts of my past selves

  • MisUnderstood

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    From the day you were born
    Most of you were given an obligation
    That you should always understand your parents
    Understand their age, their work, their pain
    Understand their responsibilities & the times we live in
    Understand that they don’t need to be perfect
    They just need a perfect kid
    Understand that parents know everything
    And you are just a kid
    Understand that just because you have eyes
    Doesn’t mean you have a point of view
    Understand that you don’t know what’s best for you
    People often ask, “what’s wrong with you?”
    They seldom ask, “what happened to you?”
    Yet everyone expects you to find your own way
    And somehow become someone
    That your parents can be proud of
    I don’t think broken children find the time to become
    I think they just are
    And most stay as they are
    And I understand.

  • Patriach

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    I don’t know exactly how life works
    Whether one grows into a good father
    Or whether a son grows into his dad
    As a kid, I didn’t know at what point
    Dad was really giving his all
    And at what point, he was all he could give

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