Friday, 28 October 2016


Down a dark alley, strolling. A dying weak heart on one hand, on a countdown to its last beat. At a corner, you sat, terrified, afraid, eyes filled with mist, cheeks lotioned with tears. "Take my hand." A whisper charged amid my lips. "Sitaki...Mimi naogopa." You gave a dying response, without bothering to glance up, to find out who was asking.  

"Tafadhali" Insisting deeply hoping that you'll give in to your fears. "Nimesema sitaki..." You went on insisting and sobbing. Then I reached out in between your thighs, with my hand, where you had hidden your cold and trembling hands, and stole the right one. "Tafadhali..." I made a desperate whisper. "Mtima wangu u karibu kuzama, tafadhali naomba uninusuru...tafadhali Malaika."  

You then felt the warmth on my hands, warming yours, looked up, and whispered tearfully, "Umekuwa wapi? Nimekuwa nikikusubiri humu siku zangu zote. Hungewasili, mwenzio ningeangamia. Nimekubali, nitakunusuru...Wewe ndiwe...Haya, nipe huo mtima ulioushika mkononi mwako nikuwekee vyema." 

I then handed you my almost dying heart. You ripped open your rib cage and gently, securely placed it in place. Handed me yours, helped you up, then walked together side by side, holding each other towards the street lights. 

We knew we had found a home in each other. "Nakupenda." Smiling, looking up at me, "Nakupenda pia." You said, pulling my coat hem tightly towards yourself, fitting your tight body under my chest. We felt complete!

"Dark Alley"
 Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Tuesday, 11 October 2016


I can see it on your face,
The frown in your cheer,
This -distance- is a mess,
I do wish, you were here,
All so lonely, in the vase,
With your sad teddy bear,
But where love's the case,
The pain is worth to bear.

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha



I hate smiles,
It was your smile,
I fell in love with,
when we first met.

I hate smiles,
For when you left,
You took away mine,
You left with a smile.

"I Hate Smiles"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Do I need to write me down?
Do you want a piece of this?
Am I making a damn clown?
Making some sense, at least?
Bathe in gas, ignite a match,
Will that light up your world? 
And if I burn my own soul up,
Just to make yours, wake up,
Will you souvenir my ashes?
At the end of that dark tunnel,
If I keep on burning like hell,
Will you keep running to me?
Would you still believe in me,
As the little light that led you,
At dawn, when the sun rises?
Will you leave me for the sun?
Will you, after am burnt down?
Will you still love me, will you? 
Please tell me, will you do that?
Deep down, I know that you'll!

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha




That incredible feeling,
Walking on dry leaves,
Dry, delicious, crunchy,
Strides taking up bites,
Feet chew, gorgeously,
Oh, am a satisfied soul,
Nature's a loving mum,
What a lucky son I am!

"Lucky Son"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Saturday, 8 October 2016


"Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?"

Oh, young poor troubled soul,
Would you wash off that scowl,
Then, put on a smile, that is all,
You won't ever need me, at all,
My queen's the fairest of 'em all.

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Sins do vanish,
luck holds blemish,
what hath night done?
Wake up smell thy sun,
coloured shadows doth,
like wrapping in cloth.
Oh, ye sweet moocher,
cursed rusty heart vulture,
brittle struggles yolden,
yot thy hearts golden, 
thou careless author,
thee indite a rethor. 

"Brittle Struggles"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha



The smell of freshly lawned fields,
Noses feeding on that scented hair,
Our presence feels, fills up the air,
Point at the whitened fluffy clouds,
Our lips slug, honey take me there.

"Lawned Fields"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Friday, 7 October 2016


It was Tuesday again,
Choose day, all again,
Yes, you'd chosen me,
Now am out of options,
And gave up on auctions,
My heart on your trolley,
Off of the retailer's shelf,
My emotions are rolling,
Along with my entire self,
And when Sunday comes,
I'll say a long deep prayer,
When this market, calms,
Don't get subs to compare.

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Am really glad they made ink,
'Why's that?' You might think,
Well! Some of us, are crowds,
Fitted, under a stretch of skin,
We talk to ourselves hold it in,
All that, in a conflicted brain,
Sometimes, we're at all peace,
Other times, yelling for peace,
Don't judge by the calm faces,
Or the stillness, of our voices,
Monsters don't always behave,
Am really glad they made ink,
They can say, what they have,
Take pieces of what they give.

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

"DID I?"

When I say or do something
that makes you smile, I adore
you light up in your full spirit,
and wonder,
                 "Did I just do that?"

"Did I?"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Poison vines,
Whirl up lives,
Ninety Nines,
Hundred mines,
Man still fetus,
Words feed us.

"Poison Vines"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Thursday, 6 October 2016


Tends to capture spirits in bottles,
The ends fracture bones in battles,
Cage poor shadows, light sets free,
Won't cry arrows if bullets are free.

"Arrows; Bullets"
Andy Mwalasha


She was like a balloon,
All that she had hoped,
Love, beautiful as noon,
She'd play with cactuses,
And the thorns on roses,
Soon, she was popped!


Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


No strings attached,
You had always said,
Those eggs hatched,
Memories won't fade,
My eyes, always cry,
Tears, just won't dry,
Hours, on my phone,
Photos I took of you,
Having a cream cone,
What now should I do,
You're gone, am lone.

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count o...