𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐨

PLEASE STAY!
By Kadima Emmanuel
(Sahihi ya Mfalme)

Oh no Mr. Merveille,
take the drive slow down the aisle,
for poetry treats the minds that are ill,
a gift not even found on the hills,
paying the attention of heavy life bills,
and not off a section it peels,
I still know how deep it feels,
Please wait! Poetry is mind pills!

Dan,
Take a break my little brother,
for in poetry you became my father,
when I shifted from penning Swahili kiustadh,
Take a break and recall,
the biblical history of Paul,
not even a tree knows when to be tall,
making the tallest size of a pole,
and how struggled would running water be,
for in a stone it would still bore a hole,
Please wait! There’s a little more soul!

Dan,
There’s a little more soul,
that waits for your strengthening poems,
There’s a little more soul,
that hopes for you as a role model,
There’s a little more soul,
breathing in utterance your name,
taking down a moment of restore,
Oh little brother remember;
there’s a little light,
in it you fear to be midnight,
for still there’s the brightest light,
That comes from the dark room,
Please wait! To be that bright light!

Dan,
Take a breath, breath patience,
make a mind, this isn’t a business,
Quiting is for the weak,
the war isn’t yet at the peak,
Even the weakest bird fights with its beak,
and the strongest enemy makes a weep,
Wake up, there’s one more week,
This is my stanza I write from deep,
Please wait, your poetry pen hasn’t leaked!