Items by Njeri Tunguru

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• Masons

  Posted: January 14, 2010, 7:12 am by Njeri Tunguru

  Building thatch houses
  Praying that the wind won’t blow them away
  Trying to make them accommodate as many people as possible
  Hoping that the thatch houses won’t break
  Building thatch houses...
  And even when they crash, we find ourselves building them again.
  Same location, same material, same technique
  Same hazards exposed to the thatch houses
  We still go on.
  We still build them, thatch houses.
  We never learn.
  
  Building thatch houses.
  Why?
  Maybe we just need to feel useful, important.
  Maybe we just need something to do, to keep us busy.
  Maybe we feel that we need a home,
  That the thatch houses will someday become home.
  So when the wind blows them over,
  These foundation-less thatch houses,
  We get blown over too.
  When people break them, these thatch houses,
  We break too.
  But we still start all over again.
  Fixing the broken walls,
  Mending the windows,
  Re-attaching the roof,
  Building thatch houses.
  Same procedures used.
  Same mistakes made...
  
  Building thatch houses.
  Crashing ourselves with all the effort.
  Tearing up, sweating...
  Not caring.
  Not learning.
  Never learning.
  
  Building thatch houses.
  Even though we see there’s no substantial end that’ll come from them.
  
  We need to stop.
  Building thatch houses.
  But will we ever?
  
  ©Njeri Tunguru, 2010.

• Why.

  Posted: January 11, 2010, 11:55 am by Njeri Tunguru

  Purple rain
  Pink foam
  Bleeding heart.
  Bleeding heart.
  
  
  Cold eyes
  Straight stare
  No smile.
  No love.
  
  
  Nothing exists.
  Nothing exists...
  Only pain
  Only hurt
  
  
  Only she.
  
  
  She knows.
  
  
  ©Njeri Tunguru, 2010.

• Hide and seek

  Posted: January 11, 2010, 11:35 am by Njeri Tunguru

  Hide And Seek lyrics
  
  Where are we? What the hell is going on?
  The dust has only just begun to fall,
  Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
  Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
  This can't be happening.
  When busy streets a mess with people
  would stop to hold their heads heavy.
  
  Hide and seek.
  Trains and sewing machines.
  All those years they were here first.
  
  Oily marks appear on walls
  Where pleasure moments hung before.
  The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
  still life.
  
  Hide and seek.
  Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
  Blood and tears,
  They were here first.
  
  Mmm, what you say?
  Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
  Mmm, what you say?
  Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
  Mmm, what you say?
  Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
  Mmm what you say?
  What did she say?
  
  Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
  Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
  Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
  You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
  
  Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
  Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
  Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
  You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
  
  You don't care a bit.
  You don't care a bit.
  You don't care a bit.
  You don't care a bit.
  You don't care a bit.
  
  
  Imogen Heap.

• Nje!

  Posted: November 30, 2009, 1:42 am by Njeri Tunguru

  He told me to wait outside, maybe hatanisahau.
  I’ll seat on the ridge- Way high, he’ll see me, he’ll call me Priscilla.
  I’ll seat at your place, you seat at mine, let’s see if he mixes up our names.
  He told me to wait outside, sikuwa na option.
  
  © Njeri Tunguru, 2009.

• asdf

  Posted: November 29, 2009, 9:17 am by Njeri Tunguru

  Lift mine eyes from the earth and let me
  Not forget the uses of stars
  Forbid that I should judge others
  Lest I condemn myself
  Let me not follow the clamour of the world
  But walk quietly in my path
  Give me a few friends that love me for what I am
  And keep ever burning before my vagrant steps
  The kindly light of hope
  And, though I come not within the sight of the castle of my dreams
  Teach me still to be thankful for life
  For time’s olden memories that are good and sweet
  And may the evening’s twilight find me gentle still.
  
  Max Ehrmann.

• Yes, you!

  Posted: November 9, 2009, 11:04 am by Njeri Tunguru

  You give me a high
  You’re like my own personal brand of heroine*
  
  You make me starry-eyed
  Every time I think of you- and it’s every time!
  
  You’re my sweetest sweet song
  You’re honey on my tongue :-)
  
  The sun, the rain, the stars, the sea
  ...you
  
  Your eyes, your smile, your sense of humour, your laugh...
  You.
  
  You make me so carefree, so free!
  Yet so careful, so...shy *blush*
  
  The thought of you and I?
  Ah, I don’t want to cut the visual.
  
  The song in my head?
  I’ve got a crush on you, my baibie...
  
  ©Njeri Tunguru, 2009

• ...want

  Posted: October 22, 2009, 10:54 am by Njeri Tunguru

  I want a proper lover’s kiss.
  I want a gentle lover’s caress.
  I want a lover’s glance flashed from across the room.
  I want the stupid euphoria that comes with being in love.
  I want to be made weak in the knees.
  ...I just want to meet the love of my life.
  Is that too much to want?
  
  © Njeri Tunguru, 2009

• ...and so life is.

  Posted: October 12, 2009, 1:23 pm by Njeri Tunguru

  “I can see it in his eyes, and he’s been avoiding me all day...he’s been acting really strange, he starts talking then I tune him out, it doesn’t matter anyway...I knew what he was gonna say...”*
  
  Sandra couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It hurt so bad, she felt like the world was coming to an end. It felt as if she was tied to a rail road...and there was an oncoming train. She felt helpless. But she had known this was eventually going to happen, and she thought she was strong enough...hardcore enough. Bet there’s really nothing like hardcore in these things, she thought to herself ruefully.
  
  “Coz when the tears start flowing and the wind starts blowing, that’s how you know it’s coming for you, when the rain starts falling and you feel the pain coming, that’s how you know it’s coming for you”*
  
  She’d seen the signs...the sudden silence, unanswered calls...she knew it was over, and she knew there was no redemption this time. She kept telling herself that she was okay with it...besides, she was still young and there were very many paths ahead of her. It’s going to be okay, she told herself. I can do this, besides I’m the strong one in my circle! But even she knew that that was a lie.
  
  “It’s like a hurricane, the way you break everything that comes in your way...the way you broke my heart and now I’m left with the pain, after the hurricane”*
  
  He’d been a gentleman and had told her as gently as he could. They both knew it was over, there was no explanation good enough. He’d made his mistakes, she had made hers. Maybe if they’d had it in them to talk when problems came up they would have stood the storm. But whenever one was ready to talk, the other wasn’t...and so their great relationship broke down after months of neglect.
  She’d put on a brave face in his presence, and so on that cold evening, he left her house-and her life, maybe forever- after thanking her for a great time together, and for being so understanding.
  That’s when the grief struck. So raw. So real. Suddenly everything reminded her of him. His favourite seat. The carpet he’d helped her pick. The rose in the vase which he’d given her just last Saturday. She closed her eyes hoping that she’d block out those things, but all she saw was his brown eyes, all she smelt was his scent, all she tasted...were the tears running down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe it was over. How would tomorrow be? How could she sleep without his goodnight call? How could she live without him? Just how?
  
  “Now my life is shattered and I’m left to pick up the pieces, and find a new beginning and put it back together again, after the hurricane”*
  
  She knew it was too late now. Whether her heart broke or not, whether the tears flowed or not... though she felt like a heart between beats, the world still went on. Life went on. Even after this hurricane, life would still go on. And the healing...it would come, maybe not today, but soon enough it would. She just knew it. She knew tomorrow would be okay.
  And so life is.
  
  
  *Lyrics to After the Hurricane by Jazmine Sullivan
  ©Njeri Tunguru

• You.

  Posted: October 5, 2009, 9:58 am by Njeri Tunguru

  The beauty of nature
  The promise of a million tomorrows
  The endlessness of the stars
  The warmth in my heart
  Moonlight
  The freedom of the wild
  Friendships that last a lifetime
  The innocence of childhood
  A gentle kiss
  Timeless love.
  I love you, you!
  
  © Njeri Tunguru, 2009

• I’m reaching for a hand I can’t ...

  Posted: October 4, 2009, 9:01 am by Njeri Tunguru

  I’m reaching for a hand I can’t see
  Groping around in the dark
  Not knowing when I will be able to see
  To touch..
  Just knowing that eventually
  I will.
  I am patient.
  I will wait.
  
  (c)Njeri Tunguru, 2009

• Older Unwiser

  Posted: October 3, 2009, 10:06 am by Njeri Tunguru

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  I’m almost an year older.

  The more I see

  The less I know.

  When I stop looking,

  I start finding.

  And I know less.

  When I stop trying too hard,

  I start succeeding.

  And I know less.

  The more defensive I get,

  The more vulnerable I become.

  And I know less.

  When I lie down to rest,

  My troubles surface,

  I’m restless.

  And I know less.

  The more wealth I acquire,

  The less true friends I keep.

  And I know less.

  The more ‘grown up’ I become,

  The more stunted my thoughts are.

  And I know less.

  The older I get,

  The more wisdom I shed.

  And I know less.

  The more I seek,

  The less I know.

  So much for growing up!
  
  

  © Njeri Tunguru, 2009.

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Fish cakes

Alas a fish cake.

Yet more fish cakes

Guess what ... yeah ... fish cakes.

The end of the fish cakes