Enjo're'

Horn of Lolkerra is blown

Swords of fury are drawn

A man of honor, well known

To the community as Laibon

Was slain in the break of dawn

His head cut off and thrown

in the bushes near his home.

The village is now a combat zone

Warriors alert guarding the throne

Some are sharpening spears

Their wives are drowning in tears

Their Children are hiding in fears

This will be a war of endless years.

Revenge is a dish best served cold

A phrase their rage couldn’t hold

Someone somewhere has to pay

Their enemies had better pray

to their gods to meet them halfway

For today will be a very bloody day

“Today we fight for our King”
Enka'i, oooh! Enka'i, Enka'i, oooh!

“May the gods rest his soul in peace.”

-Edwin Onyango

She is one of them

Show me a woman who isn’t beautiful

And I will show you Jesus on a wooden bicycle

Tell me that there is no single man that’ll ever love her

And I will tell you the one that taught Baby Jesus how to cycle

She might not have Tyra’s smiling eyes

But they both flow with tears of love and passion

Hers might be for her profound spiritual link with Jehovah

As Tyra’s might be for “Oh no my hair is breaking!” or for fashion

Hail to the one Almighty poet

All women are like a walking poem

Some people will sing them some will recite them

But for all I know, all their stories are more than just a proem

Everything as every woman has beauty, but not everyone sees it

She might not be the most beautiful woman in the world, but she is one of them!

-Edwin Onyango 

A-list hypocrisy

Holier than thou but behind the curtains you are busy eating swine

Reading from the Holy Qur'an at the same time singing Satan’s song

At the altar you preach water but in the dark chambers you drink wine

Reading from the Holy Bible while drunk! Don’t you think that’s wrong?

Don’t show me how much you know the writings in the Bible

Because even the devil can cite scripture for his own purpose

Ask your “self-righteousness” if the seeds you are planting are viable

Or the clapping and yelling you call worshiping is just some circus.

You know going to church doesn’t make you a Christian or holier

Any more than going to the garage makes you an automobile

Dramatically Shouting God’s name in public won’t make it any easier

for you to inherit his kingdom. That’s just pimping your religious profile.

Speaking of which, stop questioning whose God is real and whose ain’t

Being a Christian or Muslim is a matter of one’s spiritual belief.

And spending your time condemning my religion makes you no saint

For all I know, we are both spiritually struggling for torment relief.

-Edwin Onyango

From HEAVENTH FLOOR With Joy

I know they will never stop talking

So, I’m singing like there is nobody listening

And dancing like there is nobody watching

I laid a foundation with the bricks they threw at me

And became the man they thought I would never be

They switched off the lights thinking that I wouldn’t see

When they abandoned me down the basement to die

I got in to the elevator and went up to heaventh floor

Where all my needs and desires were catered for

It was a spiritual game and my lost faith I had to restore

And meeting the Man in white was a perfect score

He gave me something precious I'd never had before

A shinny golden key that can open any door

I’ve grown golden wings. I now fly high, up in the sky.

They want to shoot me down with a jealousy-arrow

But until then, I will live like a happy pharaoh

I will stand on top of Mount Kilimanjaro

And on top of my voice I will sing like a sparrow

And dance happy dance like there is no tomorrow

Because I've triumphed over pain, tears and sorrow

So now they just look at me and covetously sigh

-Edwin Onyango

Get busy living or get busy dying

Sometimes life can be terrifying 

But

  Life isn’t finding shelter in the storm

It’s about learning to dance in the rain

Well said, “The early bird catches the worm”

But also think of its level in the food chain

What if the worm took a dragon’s form?

The early bird would be the one to be slain

Survival for the fittest is all years a norm

Well known to many as no pain no gain

If you want results you have to perform

If you want the rainbow, put up with the rain

If you want to make omelet, crack at least an egg

To have real friends to back you up, take out the bad ones

The ones that hate you; who wish you literally break a leg

It is more about sacrifices, do your best until success comes

If life gives you lemons, make yourself some lemonade

Like angry demons, crack grounds for all you need

In the middle of the desert build your own cascade

To hit the target you need accuracy, strength and speed

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

Well said, “Pain is temporary, pride is forever”

The weak die out, as the strong last longer

A plus to strength you also have to be clever

So,

Get busy living or get busy dying

-Edwin Onyango