My body screams when your fingertips run through my skin slowly cutting through my pores. Tell me how much you love, like nothing can be loved as you. That's how you lie when you want me. Is this passion? or betrayal.
I will say this words over and over again. That I am the mistress, the prostitute, the church, the holy battle, the oasis, the fire, the ashes, the pretty poison. I am the disease and the healer. the syringe piercing through your sun kissed skin demanding you to feel this pain and pleasure. Its the new lie I have grown to believe.
one day you will be wanted and you will pull back, run and hide because you only know how to belong to you.
these women don't say much, they trust you know what to do, they too spread their thighs only to be filled with emptiness that made them want more of this lies. They felt a sense of belonging. A thirst that could be quenched by only mmmh money?. YES MONEY! that's it MONEY.
They hope that mother will empathize with the cold shoulders they show after one or two drinks followed by this and that guy touching here and there and a note will slide in their purses.
They are fire ready to burn you. These women will not tell you how they feel when you call it easy money. Is it easy being tattooed with names and hands of different men? they leave you with a scent that you hope to wash away with water, just water? then put on your pants and go on... the night is still young, you have got many owls ready to sing your song. It's not "easy" when you become a litter of souls but they will smile and watch you
fall in love
they know you will never come back
when you taste the lies of being needed and wanted. of knowing passion and betrayal. Knowing pain.
But worst of all
when you think its "easy" money

Jua likitua, masaa za wezi kutembea,
Ye huamka na kuanza kujirembesha,

Sura nyeusi, mdomo nyekundu, nguo kijani kinapepea,
Ka bendera, kizuri chajitembeza,

Alijipata hapa, ni vile saa zingine maisha hukuendea,
Machozi humwagika ka huna wa kuzishika kukinyesha,

Usinionee huruma! We ndio nani kunionea,
Ye humwambia yeyote anayejaribu kumwongelesha,

Visu kwa handbag,
In case mteja amrushe ka gari inajumpstart,
Kwa utulivu maombi ye hujisemea,

Salaam Maria, umejaa Neema,
Bwana yu nawe, Umebarikiwa,
Nisamehe, siku ya leo sitapoteza.

Akishatuma sala mbinguni,
Anambusu bintiye,
Anasema mama atarudi,
Lala salama. Usilie.
Sela
Sela wangu


Na giza huficha mengi lakini ye hupata kwa,
Kujionyesha, piga horn ukimtaka a,
Kuje kwa motokaa,
aseme Salaam salaam, utatoa mangapi
Kunipata mi kwa masaa kadhaa.
Si usiku nzima, lazima nirudi kutafuta juu natafuta,
Na kabla nijipe, nilipe, najua vile nyi hufanyanga.
Niambie vile unaitakanga
Nakupenda tu kwa ile dakika umelipa, kwa hakika, nitajipa kama Mkristo kanisan.
Na usichukue picha, maanake sitaki ushahid,
Usinifuate tukimaliza, najuana na magaid.
Akimaliza, nyoka pangoni, anangoja mpango ingine kuivana,
Na lazima ajionyeshe na ajifiche poa, juu kuaibishana
Ndio mchezo ye na wenzake hucheza na polisi
Jua ikionyesha ishara ya kutoka, anaenda missing.
Anarudi nyumbani kuoga,
Akitoa uchafu kwa ngozi, maji hushikana na machozi inayomtoka,
Akijiangalia sura, ashaanza kuzeeka na kuchoka,
Lakini Sela anapoamka, Chakula mezani,
Magoti sakafuni, Uzito begani,

Wanatuma sala mbinguni,
Kisha anambusu bintiye,
'Kisema mama amerudi.
Ulilaaje?
Sela wangu

Naomba Sela asiulize,
Ni wapi nimetoka,
Hata akiwa mkubwa Salaam Maria,
Najikaza, maisha kasi, Salaam Maria,
Asiniulize,
Mbona niliifanya,
Ajue tu nampenda
Sela,
Jua nakupenda,
Na kazi mi natafuta,
Nakutakia mazuri,
Ili usiwe kama mimi.
Sela


Jua liki tua siku moja kama mwizi nitatembea,
Na nisiporudi mchana.

Kwa chumba changu, kuna kitu nimekuwekea,
Chini ya kitanda.

Sela usilie.
Sela Wangu!