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 🇰🇪

  • Huba

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    You say you don’t love me
    But keep asking if I love you
    I love you, but I don’t like you
    How is that even possible

    To be at war with yourself
    And still lose the war itself
    Whenever you kiss me mahabuba
    You don’t just take my breath away
    You instantly replace it with afire zephyr
    I feel every inch single of me is burnt
    And I can’t help loving the way it hurts
    For what is real pain if not poetry
    How is it ever felt if it’s not raw?
    I could write you countless poems
    But I’d rather whisper them on your lips
    Using my very own

    KJ✍🏾🇰🇪📖

  • Homer

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    I have seen men destroy themselves
    Just to experience what it’s like to be loved
    They kneel down before her glorified essence
    Offering their dignity like a lamb to be slaughtered
    What is it in us that craves such suffering?
    Isn’t it enough to be burdened by life already?
    Must we sacrifice ourselves for affection too?
    Knowing full well what that leads to?
    I have thought of love as salvation
    But now I see it as the executioner
    And I have handed her the loaded gun
    Yet some part of me still keeps hoping
    That she pulls the trigger and set me free

    KJ ✍🏾📖🇰🇪

  • Werewolves

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    I went to drink from the church fountain
    Built like a citadel on top of a mountain
    Sorrounded by gardens of flower beds
    A beauty that would soon turn to dread
    For once my eyes were briefly opened
    I saw tombstones where lay the dead
    The priests wore hooded black gowns
    Chanting spells round the graves like clowns
    Binding their followers in invisible chains
    Trading their hopes and dreams for pain
    Just because they stand something to gain
    Sometimes moments happen to last a lifetime
    Sometimes a lifetime happens in a moment
    I guess this is the curse of one called Ken
    These demons live rent free in my pen
    Graves are rife underneath their gardens
    The monsters have now become men.

    KJ ✍🏾📖🇰🇪

  • S. O. S

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    I was sitting alone & a little boy came & asked
    “Why are you sitting here all alone
    When everyone else has someone with them?”
    I put my hand on his head, softly
    And said, “Not everyone has someone
    Some people sit alone coz there’s no one with them.”
    He looked up at me, “Why don’t they stay with you?”
    He asked, his voice full of curiosity.
    I took a deep breath and said
    “Because, you see, everytime someone comes close,
    They leave, like a broken toy no one wants.
    And that’s okay. Sometimes we end up alone
    Like a ball no one picks up, just waiting, but never chosen.”
    The boy was quiet, but I could see he understood,
    And in that moment, I wasn’t really alone anymore

  • In Touch

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    They tell you that art & literature is for soft people
    Then they read poems at weddings and funerals
    Cry over movies and read ancient philosophy
    Loop over songs with deep meaningful lyrics
    Surviving this world is one type of practicality
    Knowing why you should even bother is another
    And perhaps the more important question

    KJ 📖✍🏾🇰🇪

  • Real You

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    This night reminds me of you
    Sweet but with a hint of sadness too
    I wouldn’t lie if you came around
    I would tell you that I miss you too
    We were so high we never came low
    Never had a chance to take things slow
    You hit me like a moving bullet train
    Knowing the real you was driving me insane
    I wonder how fast people heal
    Or how they at least pretend to deal
    I guess one is supposed to lie
    The same way they’re supposed to die

    KJ 📖✍🏾🇰🇪

  • Bird of Paradise

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    I used to turn my silence into sonnets
    My subtle pain into solemn poetry
    And poured all my ache into my art
    But my pen is stack up in my book stand
    She aches to be held in her lover’s hands
    Coz this Botswana girl brightens my days
    And I write better in the dark

    KJ

  • In My Skin

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    There were moments once
    When the pain was unbearable
    Now I’ve grown used to these wounds
    That if a moment of joy arrives
    It feels strangely out of place
    As if happiness is a mistake
    Or a gift from a stranger

  • Nikupe

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    I know you think about me oftenly
    How I can feel everything so deeply
    Yet I can disguise and numb away
    All these emotions from any display
    Had I known that dreams could bring us together
    I would’ve kept my eyes closed forever
    I loved you not because I was hoping you’d return it
    But because giving it felt more than just having it
    Our poem was too short to be called a poem
    So much ink remains as does the blank pages
    Would we ever get to be held right
    When we’re always heard by the wrong ones
    I know tonight you’ll gaze at the stars alone
    Thinking of me and my scent since I’m gone
    I know you still miss me though quietly
    And the beauty I carefully weaved on your heart, poetry.

    KJ✍🏾🇰🇪

  • Ibada

    Mimi Ndiye 🇰🇪

    I’ve never been afraid of dying
    And I don’t think I ever will be
    I am happy with the memories I have
    Even if I don’t get to make more
    If this was my last night on earth
    I would still do what I usually do
    Read a book, write a poem or two
    Talk to my family, all if not most
    Then once I close my smiling eyes
    It’ll be a dream I won’t want to wake up from
    But if He grants me one more tomorrow
    I will thank Him for the opportunity
    And set out to make Him proud
    I think about this quite often

    KJ ✍🏾📖🇰🇪

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