Saturday, November 17, 2018

tounge and she

'understand that in articulating your mother's tongue, I know her inside out. Mine knew how to stay home, yours built rome. all roads and took loads.'

mitishamba ~ his story speaks for itself
'green MAN'

Friday, November 16, 2018

it speaks She answers

'i don't know if you know yourself woman!! the languages your body utters articulates with clarity what at the present matters. no one. not any other nor where the mind wanders. just you. an elegance of words that's who. how you arch your lower back in reception of my embrace. my glue. inseparable as a flood of kisses on the back of your neck makes you subdue. submit to your heart and let the mind rest on my clues. it's no wonder when you turn your head to the side, a full look at the empty sky,  a grunt - unless my eager senses lied, there goes that smile, oh you closed your eyes, i know then you're mine. with your tender neck inviting me, your entire being said take a bite. and i obliged. after all, at this point even snake couldn't say no to you, Woman!!'

mitishamba ~ for when i told Her it speaks
'green talk'

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

reading isn't fundamental

Two sentences in and your mind has given up. After all, there are other brief reads that populate your attention. The span of which hasn't stretched to this sentence. And if it has, you begin to reach for the ending of this elongated verbal expression displayed in a muted tone. That is the pain of a scribe; the ability to write with emotional rhyme and not be felt. Nor be heard or worse still, read. But such is life. Beauty is in expression, not reception. 

"I write for the thoughts that never got a second chance. And the thought the never got a chance or a second. These are the thoughts that lurk in the back of our minds. Hard to find coz they're confined the back of......."

'green word'

Friday, November 2, 2018


"kuna wengi. wengine ni wale wilioleta raha bila Mombasa. hapo ni mengi. shida bila furaha. hata kama yeye ni mkali, amekosa ladha kama senti. msupuu wa manoti hakosi flavor. yeye ako kila siku na resources aina ya benki. as in, you can bank on Her being the one that shikiliaz you hadi unadai umepita dunia bila deni. but you owe her one. kwa vile yeye sio mtu wa kuchekelea upuzi wako kama Wendy. huyo dame ako na ufala wa kujifanya kama anaezana na storo ya kuwa number one, lakini amejaa ushenzi. nimemkataa. zii. hapana. hata kama inabidi kuvumilia ukavu, siwachilii hii mbavu. nimekalia fensi. kujidai humpty dumpty. nangoja yule anayeleta utulivu wa  fikira. yea, i keep wishing kwa vile history yangu imeonyesha wako, lakini sio plenty. waliomo nikupitia hadi....sisemi!

mitishamba ~ mlima wa milima
"majani ya green: yes, redundancy"

Thursday, August 2, 2018

out of two, one

"sanaa is kiswahili for sculpture; piece of art. a sculpture is an 'image of'. what a mirror serves. 'who is the fairest?!' these are the daily struggles of those afraid of the sun. imitations of everything dark. rather word be a reflection, than face what lies in truth as the image of earth. people of dirt. real farmers that give water connecting points between fish and birds. a tree as the sculptor of the bridge transporting thirst. this water's divide makes the scales of a fish become feathers, the temperature's watch. the waters are warming, birds of the Sahara warn. deserted people remain stuck contemplating how to build an image that will surface as their's, a tree. wooden parts that need a carpenter, a real farmer to turn them, even in water, into a living perch. an art form. idea then sanaa, or two to one."

mitishamba ~ in Woman i trust.
'green carving'

"the first black person to..... the second human too. why place yourself second, then first to, if any, an accomplishment?! i mean, it's an oxymoron to deem oneself the first second person to have done anything first, secondly. mind boggling. this small inferance that arrives at the conclusion that what a black man accomplishes must be measured against another race, in my opinion, places an unnecessary responsibility for a black person to compete. constantly. as in, constantly. competing in other people's races, thus forgetting to participate in theirs. or too tired to do so. possibly from chasing the ghost of being the best when that position has already been arrived at. perceptively so, however. greatly done to where being second class becomes self inflicted. the first black person to?! the first black person to use their beings, their temples, in an effort to showcase that what God gave them, needs another's blessing. as though there exists a need to have one's existence checked at the door. verified then stamped as yes indeed, you are of other human completion. they are, after we got. my God, She seconds none. and thirdly, She knows no rank. no rant is better in prayer. no child needs more favor. and She knows that, it is better be the second Mother, than the first half."

mitishamba ~ who split?!
'children of the green'