By Mwaniki Wa Muriuki
Son of my fathers, where are you
Why am I longing for you with no avail?
Must you be always sought in vain
Daughter of my mother, I am not far away from you
I am just here at your turning and gazing
Don’t look for me in place away from you
Son of my fathers, why then don’t you show up yourself
Where is this place in me that you find your peaceful rest?
Tell me that I may not wander any more like a vagabond
Like a homeless, runaway spirit dispossessed of a host
Son of my fathers, or is it that you look at me and see soot?
The suns of my fathers may have caked me pitch black
Its scorches and burns may have baked me dusky dark
But my brother, am I not with the cocoa colours of the Sahara?
Tell me, am I not with the chocolate beauty of your mothers?
Daughter of my mother, it is not that you are not beautiful
You are fearfully and wonderfully made, awesome and authentic
Marvellous in the colours of my mothers’ beautiful you blossom
Where else would I seek for beauty rather than in your body, my love!?
Daughter of my mother, I am not hiding from you for you are not attractive
I am hiding from you for the fear of defiling this divine beauty with my impurities
I am hiding for the fears of the gods’ punishment against my desiring advances
Goddess of my mother’s land, I want not wars with deities
No being equals their vengeance, no one withstands their calamities
Oh, son of my fathers, now I pity your helplessness
And how I miss your present pleasantness
Come out of your cocoon of fear and be fearless
Free yourself as a bird away of its snare and enjoy passions endless
I am yours to pursue unworried and relentless
Oh, daughter of my mother, now that you have made it clear and asked for me
I am coming out of my hiding to marvel at this beauty without worry
Daughter of my mother, you are so inviolately beautiful
Heavens and earths are full of your beauty’s praises
Why have I been so obsessed with fear to come and merry in this prettiness?
Come on then my king, draw me near you
Let me soak in floods of your lingering longings
Come quick for me, make haste your slowing steps
If this fire of my desires extinguishes
Then, there will be no more sun left to light it up again
I am on my way, Daughter of my mother
Quicker than the flashes of the lightning strikes
Faster than the speed the lights travels with to illuminate
When I reach at your door my queen, I still want to find you dazzling hot
I want to find you still soused, dripping with passions and pleasures
Come my beloved, I have so long longed for you
Your odour is better than the fragrances of perfumes
Better than the scents of petals in summer and spring
I am faster on my way my love; I can’t wait any longer for you
The look of your body is a like a way to the temple, holy and in harmony
The view of you is like a walk-in nature’s seasons, mellifluous and marvellous
You better hurry, son of my father
To touch and fan my burning body cool
With the soft fingers as fanned feathers of Pharaohs
To kiss me with your thirsty tasty breaths, better than wines
To caress me with your nakedness sweeter than honey
Here I have come, my beloved,
Here I am at your court’s door
To bring you seductions and satisfactions
My love, let us then drink and be drunk by passions
Let our pleasures make us clouds that delightfully dances in moon
My lover, my couch is spread with purple and satins, kiss me!
My lover, my bed is made with fur and feathers, caress me!
My lover, my sheets are laid with coverings of cottons, undress me!
I have been long waiting for you, to come we dine and dance
In the songs and sayings of the long-gone love gods
My beloved, and I have arrived whole and ready, hold me!
My beloved, I have come ‘quipped with passions, don’t ever release me!
My hands are longing to feel you-to map you, my lips as my laps, my love!
My beloved, let us waste no more of a minute, let us fall into a deep commune
Of these divine hymns and poems of these who defined, the art of love, making!
© Kĩũra Kabiri.