Favorkhaoya

The other maidens made a wish list, For the king to grant wishes; The best of the land they have, But I didn't want his blessings,  All I wanted is to be in with His peace of mind, Healing of the heart , Restoration of the spirit,  Acceptance of the soul, Renewal in the body , No guilt in life , No fear in death  And puzzle pieces felt in place. Not misunderstood nor judged, Not blamed nor accused, Not neglected and ignored, Not used and dumped, I would be ME just a maiden loving her king. My sacrifice accepted like Abel, My faith built like Abraham, My prayers answered like Hannah, My stamina developed like Job, My sins forgiven like the Lady at Jesus ' feet, My bond sealed like Noah, My battles fought for like David, My life added like Hezekiah.  For in my one night with the king, I would see the heights of his love, Swim in the depths of his peace, and cuddle in His mercies. By Favor khaoya

They all called it the secret lovers gate, We called it the beautiful gate, Constant reminder of the decaying of trust, Like a secret gate left to rust. Giving us reasons to avoid secrets. They all saw a thick unkept bush, We saw a get away venue. It was our favorite spot, Our happy place. For where they neglected as saturated base, Was our breathing space. All they heard was whispers, Yet we poured our hearts, Wrote love letters, Recited love poems, Predicted the future, Appreciated the present , And learnt from the past. Sounds of crickets annoyed them, Yet it gave our reality background music. In perfect harmony with the swinging twigs And the birds singing love songs to each other , We would make memories , That make our blood boil anytime they flash. Coz our secret hideout, Was the one place That every wrong thing felt right And every right thing felt perfect. By favor khaoya

THE ONE LOVE STORY once upon a time, In the uncertain days of teen hood,  A rare yet real boy came to a girls life . He treated her like a queen. Not the extra jewelry and fancy baths But the respect and admiration . Like he finally found something to bind his loyalty to. He thought she was not only lucky,  But very beautiful with a heart to die for. A girl of her dreams, Sometimes an annoying brat, And most certainly the exact definition of a girl she wanted to marry, So his days will be filled with her presence , The air he breathes filled with her scent, He wanted to do her all day everyday.  For he craved her. she was his addiction.  But he was a man apart! By experience not choice. Scared of giving her his whole heart Believing they are unreliable  Because they easily get broken. He felt she drives him crazy Yet he had no effect on her. He felt hopeless in love. When the girl found out, She asked him, "What if I was made for you? What if this is it? What if...

She thought God had forgotten her, So convinced she was He didn't care about her, She felt it was all her fault, That she had left him with no choice! Giving up on her was His wisest decision. Has it all been in vain? Having lived in uncertainty? Serving the lamb who was slain? Should she still believe in eternity? And His reign? If so...should she still be guilty?? Of the times he left Him down? Then reality struck! Guilt is the Satan's secret recipe to win souls. She was like Adam and Eve in her own life. Hiding from God after sinning! He never left her nor forgot her! All He needed was for her to call out for Him, And He would help her out of her messy maze! Like when He gave Adam and Eve clothes. Coz God is a gentleman, He only goes where invited.  By Favor khaoya.

THE ART OF BEING LUHYA Finally ,darkness engulfs the land! The hour I eagerly wait for , Time to tell tales, As per the popular Luhya belief,, Darkness is the fuel of Good stories. On our roads, You cannot miss a bicycle (paiskeli) Because it's our car. On the paiskeli,you cannot miss a radio( Iretio That is our laptop!! On the Iretio,you can't miss greetings(salamu) It's our signature move. The only time you miss greetings, Is the healing period after circumscion. They carry the Sirere and chinyimba to ask for permission to join  manhood, On the day of circumcision,soil is applied to numb their bodies, Grass on their head depicts courage , and it shouldn't shake during the cut!! They hold a stick called kumusukuni and get the cut of their lifetime. Gifts are given as appreciation of the bravery . And when they are healed,just before they leave jandoni, They sleep outside , in the banana plantations. Early in the morning they bathe in the river and wear new clothes give...

i wish it was time to move on, It would make the pain bearable, Even though my life would be miserable, At least it would be reasonable. I wish it was time to start over, To transition To the next step of life To redesign my destiny To update my life files At least it would feel like it was all a lesson. I wish it was time to change, Renew my mindset Have new friends ,  A new closet, A new look, Preferably short hair dyed blue, That's what our ancestors used to do to mark change right? At least change is therapeutic. I wish it was time to agree that it is time, Maybe then my happiness can be restored, My peace of mind established, My willingness to forgive strengthened, My desire to avenge weakened , And my ability to live on my own enabled , At least time would have healed all my wounds.

THROUGH MY BEST FRIEND'S EYES    Maybe its the big round eyes perfectly accessoriesed by her long  sexy lashes , Or  that she finally sees my nakedness ! After she fought to see what was beyond my walls. That she sees me for who I am.   Like a brand That's why she never let's anyone undeserving give me a nickname  And taught me to master the art of loving my name It makes me respond to it with confidence like when one is called up to deliver a speech they prepared for compared to being  called in the high school list of shame .   Like a lady who underappreciates herself; I don't quite know what I am made of at times, I remember the basics in my biography  But forget the basic essence of what I am worth  And down play  my value and judgements  It makes me vulnerable to the court of public opinion more than often . That's Help me God be honest to it, But then she asks 'At what cost?' But she makes me see me as strong lady with th...

My mind went on a wild field trip, That needed no chaperone.  What I needed was a race down memory lane! Back to the innocent days!      How did I get here? An early morning shadow,almost invisible.  A ghost to the living, A powerless fairy, More of a phoenix who can't fly. Just like an old car stuck in an old abandoned building,  reeds growing all around its wheels, Rust eating away its metal piece by piece.   I feel like a hot pot of old liability‼ Once they treated me like a wooden match that preserves cigars flavor, But right now, They make me feel like the bad luck that comes with toasting in the absence of alcohol.         At times I wish I was a parasite hooked  to their hips, I would suck them cell by cell and drain all the blood off them. No anger , no malice! Just a little bit of regret For being the toy they enjoyed all the tricks untill non worked anymore , Being the forest fire inr the wilderness wasn't easy either...