The Promise


while the earth remains

“While the earth remains,

Seedtime and harvest,

Cold and heat,

Winter and summer,

And day and Night,

Shall Not Cease”






Please mind

With the start of London championships, my thoughts have not been left behind either. They keep doing a marathon in my head and most of it is condemnation of self. My mind seems to feet of its own thoughts today. Maybe it belongs to Mo Farah or better still Usain Bolt because the speed with which it moves today, I can bet with all am worth that it is not Kenyan. (I wish my brothers though all the best in the quest to win medals in their respective races).

First the condemnation starts with the fact that am leaving for a holiday when my (beloved) country is on the casp of greatness (we are heading to Canaan my friends) and yet am here packing my bags leaving. It is not that am scared hell no! My fellow countrymen are wise enough not to fight each other it’s just that the country right now with all this pressure is not good for the soul. Have tried to argue with the mind even proven to it how I believe in the citizens of Kenya by leaving my property behind (even my old baby Mercedes) but guess some fights are not meant to be won right?

Secondly it’s the victory dance my mind is swaying to considering the fact that my parents don’t understand either why am heading for a holiday in August when I should be considerate enough to stand in solidarity with the country and to make matters worse am leaving without a car. Why don’t they understand that a holiday without a car makes it more fun? Why don’t they understand that the pressures of the city at this time is not good for the soul (thank God my boss does).

Third is the fact that am seated next to this beautiful lady in a matatu and with every phone call she speaks her ethnic language so fluently (am jealous). My mind tortures me because I am not fortunate enough to do the same. Please mind stop the torture, I promise that one day I’ll meet this lady again and with all the courage I can muster, with finesse I’ll tweng “Chamge”  and how I  hope she’ll be gracious enough to reply in Kalenjin with a beautiful smile on her face.

So mind, please stop this torture, please mind, allow me to take this holiday in peace. Please mind, find it in your heart (if at all you have a heart) to please learn to tolerate other people’s actions because if you did, just imagine how so at peace you and I could be right now.

So mind, please go for a holiday too, just for a few days.


Yours truly,

The Chito World.


remember image

Like breath vapor in the mist,

or clouds in the sky, fading,

So was your presence in my Life,


Here today, gone tomorrow,

Lost, into the sea of wishes and hopes

Like darkness, at the touch of light.

With my dreams you left,

Leaving me to ponder,

If left was Right,

And if Right, why does it seem wrong…,

How i wish, you were meant to last,

How i wish you were permanent, Forever.


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I Won’t Tell You

World without light

If only you knew,

What that love gave me,

If only you knew,

How it filled my heart.

If only you could understand,

I would tell you how that love gave me everything.

How it taught me to live life,

How it taught me to be a better person,

How it taught me to love and serve others,

But since all you see,

Is what that love took away,

I won’t tell you,

The strength I derived from it,

When life left me broken,

I won’t tell you,

The courage it gave me,

When I had to swim against the tides,

I won’t tell you,

The comforting embrace it gave,

When shadows of worries, engulfed me,

I won’t tell you,

The solid bridge it was,

In the vast sea of uncertainty,

I won’t tell you,

How without that love,

Am world without light,

I Won’t Tell You.

Window Pain

Window pain

Windows, glass walls between us,

I stare, from the outside, cold

With misty eyes, shadowed with gloom,

Breathe vapor, doing a fading dance in the snow,

And like me, slowly it’s lost, in the grip of time.


My heart,

Entangled in hate,

A love so strong,

That shatters panes,

Leaving me in pain,

As pieces rattle and dance,

To the music, of my broken heart.



When all these window pains,

Shatter to a myriad pieces,

Heartache, will be a past,

And peace in my heart, a bridge,

To hold me up, above the storms,

To heal my hurt,

And to my broken, spread cure,

Make me whole,

For love to again,




Have been to mountains and valleys,

Touched the star dust,
And had my foot on the sand grains,
I have danced in the sun rays,
And swung my hips in the rain drops,
In the darkest of nights,
My world, has had fireflies,
As its knights,
In the brightest of days,
My world, has drowned,
Drowned in the sea of tears and fears,
In the years of battle, victory have tasted,
But also on my knees, kissed defeat,
In life,
Have lived, loved,
Laughed and lost,
But, tall I still stand,
Even on bended knees,
Sight I still have,
Even with tears in my eyes,
Of a beautiful rainbow that is tomorrow,
In loss and toss,
Proudly i remain,

The Teacher


I one day asked papa,

What it takes to be a perfect father,

He looked deep into my misty eyes and said,

“Son I don’t know, coz I aint one”,

“But all I know is am trying”,

“Trying to fit in the big shoes of ‘The Teacher’”,

That Guy, who gave His ONLY son,

Who lived and died for love,

For children His, to live.


Bald, wrinkled,

Grey beards clouding his sagging cheeks,

Dry peaceful eyes, that with each blink,

Tells a happy story of fulfillment,

A golden smile, never fading,

Just like the sun or the sky,

That’s my old man living on love.


When my black hair finally grays,

And my sight fails,

I hope I will have seen enough smiles,

On my children’s hearts,

For me to wear one, on my face,

I hope my children will think me great,

Just the way I think of papa,

For showing me the father perfect.


I hope, in my old man’s shoe I’ll fit,

As on the footsteps of The Teacher, he follows,

I hope when all fades, and grays and strength fails,

Love will be enough, for me to live on,

Just like The FATHER’S love – UNENDING….

Remember ???

remember imageRemember those days,

When day and night were both bright?

When the sun rays and rain drops

Were rays of joy and drops of love?


Remember the little things you used to say,

How love was blind but I should not worry,

Because your body you gave as Braille,

And oh how I learnt every syllable,

Remember how beautiful it was?


Every laughter, every tear Remember?

Remember how in the sea ‘lost’ we still found a home?

That first kiss, Remember how time stood still?



I remember the lies too,

How some constellation had my name, you said,

And stupid me, I nodded and smiled in ignorance,

I still remember how in a life I wanted to live more,

You made me breathe less,

How my world you turned upside down,

When all I wanted was to live inside out,


I remember how the best I gave,

When all you deserved was – better,

And with all this echo that resounds with every heartbeat,

I remember, how empty my world became,

The day you left, never to come back,

That pain, that I won’t forget.


But as each minute, each hour and each day,

Take me further and further away from you,

I will always remember,

The little things we used to say ‘technically yes, technically no’

The songs we sang, that meant everything to us,

I won’t forget,

I will remember and won’t forget,

To miss you, to miss us,

I won’t forget to remember you.

For You

For You

This is for lovers and haters alike,

To them that believe in love,

And them too that think cupid is stupid,

This is for me.

For you,

Who knows love,

As the only hate,


Love and love again,

For to always love,

And love in all ways,

Is a blessing.

For you,

Who knows hate,

As the only love,

One day and day one,

Are different,

So maybe one day,

It will be day one for love,

Zero hate and one love.

For you and me too,

Who flap the Wings of lonely love,

When tomorrow, becomes the today,

That we worried about yesterday,

Love will proudly look our way,

And wink.

Knight Of The Full Moon


Tonight is one of those nights,

Where the day is darker,

The full moon shines,

Raiding the thick darkness of the night,

And as I sit under its grace,

The chirping crickets,

Keep me company,

I look to the heavens above,

And count the twinkling stars,

Naming them the myriad blessings,

The creator has bestowed upon me,

The shooting stars,

Dance to it’s song,

As a music it hums,

The swaying trees,

Joining in,

The distant drums,

Drowned by the howling wolves,

And the hyenas laughter,

It’s that night of the full moon,

And it’s light,

Makes me a knight,

Tall, proud and fearless,

A knight,

A knight of the full moon.