by Bo Kibiwot on Monday, 19 April 2010 at 14:39 ·


Mothers womb
is the most peaceful place in the world;
for anyone like me, a child.
soon as we are out
we contact filth
and the great disease; sin.
but some people are trying
to disturb our peace,
before the end
of our nine months sleep.
some giving mother pills,
some poking me with needles,
'don't they know, i too feel?'
if only i had a voice
i'd speak to complain;
'oh! How you inflict pain on me.'

'oh! Mother. Of all people!
you i expected least.
how can you?
you conceive me
yet you have no love for me!
i can feel your treachery
in your blood,
resisting my being;
i feel your heavy heart,
full of dislike for me.
oh! How much i pity me.
this is worse than even death
could ever be;
who's going to save me!
if you, my mother!
cannot think twice
'bout ending
my short lived life?

by Bo Kibiwot on Thursday, 22 April 2010 at 14:59 ·


Those big eyes,
a look so innocent;
a first sight of this pit
mothers beautiful smile,
everything so colourful,
a perfect peace, bliss;
a beautiful face, so sweet
no infestation of the disease, sin;
but eggs are just eggs
till one hatches birds, the other snakes;
how else will you know
human beasts were once harmless kids!

a bringing up, full of love
a mothers heart, holds nothing back
there's no next time
she gives all she can give;
but a kid can be rich at heart
and have a twisted mind;
so, you still ask
how human beings become beasts!?
violence is not a thing of genes
it's a feeling you choose to have;
so no parent can take the blame
of her once harmless kid
turned, a fractious beast.

by Bo Kibiwot on Tuesday, 27 April 2010 at 15:07 ·


If this isn't love, then what is it?
cause it can't be a mistake,
it feels too damn good, to be one;
and even if it is,
i don't wanna know
so long as, it works for me.

if i can't be with you,
then i'd rather be asleep
six feet in;
cause there can never be
someone else, before you;
and even if there is
'someone else'
it wouldn't be, while i'm standing
maybe
when i'm six feet in.

you are the vaccine,
to my fatal disease;
i need your love
inside my bloodstream
to survive;
i need you to keep me alive;
and if i can't have you,
i've written my will,
'i leave you my heart'.

by Bo Kibiwot on Sunday, 2 May 2010 at 15:56 ·


Ask yourself
if today was your last day
tomorrow you'd be dead
would you walk besides death
without doubt in your head
or would you feel like
your life was wasted?

if today we live on regrets
tomorrow promises fulfilment
i've come to learn that, the hard way;
satisfaction today
means no vision for something else, some day.
living without vision, makes no sense
it's useless
it's like having a radio receiving no signals
or owning a music studio
with no microphone!

most a times
it's not the bad things we said
that hurt those we leave behind us
but the little things we left unsaid;
so, today i say whatever i need to say
let my family know i love them;
all those in my heart
know, you'll forever be my friends
my love for you, is not a pretence;
and let my enemies know
i'm sorry for all the harm i caused to them
i'd like to ask for forgiveness;
today, i celebrate on all my victories
i correct my mistakes before it's too late,
for tomorrow is never certain
i don't know if i'll be there.

with every single day that passes
i take another step closer, to my grave;
with every breath i inhale
the louder i hear death, call out my name;
the more i live, the more my life shortens
but i'm not scared, i'm always prepared
after-all, everybody meets death some day

by Bo Kibiwot on Thursday, 6 May 2010 at 15:02 ·


A dozen stitches to the heart to heal me of heartaches!
one to take away all these pain.
A second for all the regrets i'm feeling, for the time of my short life that went to waste!

a third to erase the silly lines that came out of your mouth to deceive me, like, " i'd trade a thousand lives for one by your side."
a fourth to take care of the guilt of not messing up your face with my finger nails, after all that you did to me.
a fifth to replace the hate for you locked up in my chest, for forgiveness.
a sixth to pick up the tears i've shed for you.
a seventh to open my eyes and my heart not to be gullible again, not to be blinded into believing you're the gentleman you pretend to be but see you for the devil you really are!
An eighth to wipe away my distrust for men, so i can learn to trust and love someone else worth my loving.
a ninth to erase your memories completely from my brain, so you can be just another shadow that came my way and i never took notice of.
a tenth to change the nightmares where you have your large hands around my neck and i'm almost out of breath as you strungle me, with my pants down as you defile me; for dreams of my prince charming, soon to be, who's nothing like you.

an eleventh to make my broken heart whole again.
a twelfth to place my beautiful smile back where it belongs.
and everyday i pray, may God make it that i never set my eyes on your face ever again.

all I can say is, 'WOW!!!'

by Bo Kibiwot on Saturday, 8 May 2010 at 16:25 ·


These are crazy times, when black appears white, it's bleaching from clothes to humans, cosmetics work magic on faces, from beast to being, Aphrodite in light Hades in the dark, before you know it, the apocalypse came and went, we saw angels flying as they came falling from the skies, but we forgot demons have wings, they too can fly, the warning screams were loud, but the echoes were on the moon, in heaven at eleven, in hell by midnight, the angels grew horns by sunrise, as they left we saw tails, the regrets came as we looked for our guns, but the damage had already been done, the bullets were never used...

thanks...i know it's very simple, vocabulary and all...but full of emotion.

true that...unfortunately our kind has a habit oof leaving too much unsaid.

by Bo Kibiwot on Friday, 7 May 2010 at 12:59 ·


My life is so beautiful, i can't complain;
i'm always full of happiness.
God has gifted me in many ways, words can't explain;
loving family, caring friends, it's as good as it gets.
i find my life so magnificent,
with people to correct me when i make mistakes
and to give me strength to rise again, when i fail;
i'm so glad to be alive everyday.
if heaven is anything close to what they say
then, i've had a taste of it in you,
in all the moments you've been around.
you've scared my heart, in the most beautiful of ways:-);
i so love you, in the purest ways.
my love for you is among my most precious, of treasures;
i'll take it with me all through my age
and beyond the borders of death, into my grave.
if i end up in hell
i'm so thankful to have known you;
i'm thankful for letting me have a taste of eden.
All my time with you, i count value gained
none of it has been a waste.

by Bo Kibiwot on Thursday, 20 May 2010 at 01:09 ·


Some people love
some people don't
it's how life is;
love is a feeling, you can choose to have
or not
but once you love someone
it never fades away,
only strengthens everyday.

i've taken time to think 'bout us
i love you, you love me, it's all that matters;
when we're together, close to each other
it feels like the whole world is ours;
never mind what people say of us
it doesn't matter, so long as we have each other;
'i don't love you for sexual pleasures, i love you for hearty treasures'
always remember that, when they call me 'womanizer'
I'd never betray you! I love you too much to;
you have my heart tied up in chains
it's not that i can't go free, it's because i choose not to;
your reign over my heart, your domain over my love, are the most wonderful things;
always flying over my thoughts, taking me to different places like airplanes;
you fill my hell with happiness, it feels like paradise
with you in my life, i have no complains;
you make life sweet and beautiful
and if fate doesn't agree with me
let it find itself someone else to be a victim of its mistreat
because i choose to be with you, Only you!

by Bo Kibiwot on Monday, 14 June 2010 at 10:46 ·


I look at you, i'm thinking
'how does it feel to be so innocent,
never worrying 'bout anything
because for you, mama does it all;'
it must feel so damn great.
it's so sad to think your happyness
won't last so long,
in four more years, it all comes to an end
and your eyes, will open up
to the filth of this world.

i watch as you walk, jump around
with your tiny little feet;
your first steps, still fresh in my mind,
the first of many to come in life
some on smooth roads but some will be rough.
i wish time could stand still
so you can have a lifetime of innocence bliss
than worry yourself with the troubles of the world;
seriously, how does it all turn out like this?

i always thought
'wrinkles, are the only negative fact of ageing'
but in time, my thoughts have been proven wrong
because ageing means, 'everyday more filth'
and sadly it's not a part of life you can escape.
so little nephew
i wish you all the best in life
may everything new that corrupts your innocence, be positive.

by Raymond Kibiwot Bundotich on Friday, 27 August 2010 at 20:04 ·


Even if you cry black won’t be white

In time you’ll realize it’s too late to fight

If the person is gone, the war is lost

Swallow the knife;let go! Get up! Move on!

Doesn’t matter how much tears you shed

Still blood will be red; once dead always dead.



Living everyday, we fight a losing war

Since everybody ends up in a wooden box,

People come, people go

Whether you love them, whether you love them not;

Everybody lives to die.



There’s no death that is never too sudden

Every death comes sooner than you think,

It’s the magic of death;

So don’t waste your time crying, its pointless.

Tears don’t resurrect the dead.

by Raymond Kibiwot Bundotich on Monday, 2 August 2010 at 17:28

I wake up wishing
'everyday before today was just a bad dream'
i open my eyes hoping, it's heaven i'll see
but it's the calendar right in front of me
2nd August of 2010, it's what it reads
half my life gone & i'm still nothing;

they say, 'everyday is a new beginning'
but look at me!
tell me, how can that be?
everyday is a fight with the sad reality
of how much of a failure i have been!
& it's a fight i never win;

i've made a mess of every good thing
that ever happened to me,
seems every time happyness sees me, it flees!
it is believed, 'regrets today promise fulfilment tomorrow'
but how comes i've never done anything fulfilling?
yet i have so many regrets & they all sting.

God,
i walk trough hell trying to stay awake, so as to not go astray;
life's hard enough without more faults.
all through my journey i pray for strength,
for guidance;
and when it gets too dark to see, may you light my way.
all these days i spend in pain,
i hope to make up for my mistakes;
but if this too doesn't work, i'll find another way
i swear!
through these roads i've found out,
finding redemption isn't as easy as it seems;
doing good deeds for each of your wrongs doesn't count,
it simply is doing good;
prison walls only offer time and space to contemplate;
a cage to torment yourself, a place you'll never find rest;
and being a fugitive didn't work out so well for me,
there are some things you don't run away from,
'conscience' happens to be one of them.

i thought it would be immpossible for a non Kenyan to understand this but you have it all figured out...yes! it's an exceptional piece...i love it too

many can write but few can WRITE...
...waking at night to pen
all that I would not say for fear of what I know not,
just my pounding heart and the butterflies like knots.
...
MY FAVORITE LINES

superb...hey man you are in league of your own, the scenes you paint are gold

by Raymond Kibiwot Bundotich on Friday, 19 November 2010 at 07:47


Life is a Kenyan road while you're in a new foreign car;

So many Ups and Downs, in the end you're so roughed up

One would think you were in a Sumo fight.

Sometimes it gets so tough, you just blame it on the Angry Skies;

The only reason you can think of is how God is making it Loud;

But we are, we are Men of our own Making.

Spread your wings you've figured it's about time you flew

But it's too late to, you're Old & Weak;

It would be appropriate if you started making plans for a Grand-finale;

Garden full of many sad looking Flowers, Cider wood or whatever Wood,

Nice Tux & Tie, A respected Man looks good wherever he goes

hehe...bitter!!!