Gerry Poet

24/03/2026

My Cartoons 🤍

27/01/2026

We are all Stories waiting to be told in this Glorious City,

01/01/2026

Dear Lord, Fill this year with Great news and blessings abundantly

22/12/2025

POEM 04:
You lied to me.
And I can say it now, you took advantage of me.
The grass was never green on the other side,your heart was just painted green
It’s my second month wrapped in the blankets of your warmth,
but it still feels cold like those single spirits roaming the streets at night.
I am lonely while lying next to you,

Sorry to tell you this but do you know what?
You can’t be my shield.
You can’t protect my feelings from the terrible days after a long day of hustling.
You just… can’t.
Your kisses are as empty as touching air,
As empty as kissing a forehead that doesn’t know your name,
We don’t connect.
We disconnect.
Our connection is as poor as the silence we create when we are together,

When we are together, baby,
we disappear.
I don’t intend to hate.
I just want my heart back,
The one you borrowedand forgot to return.
So take this as a warning,
don’t steal my heart with love again.
You’ll owe me a debt you can’t afford to pay.

You don’t even laugh at the jokes I crack to fill the silence you bring.
Ooh boy, I suffer.
You promised me milk and honey.
All I got was gin, painkillers,
and drying lines where my heart was hung out to survive your sun.
Your love burned me,
Not because it was hot but because it was careless.
And my small,
innocent heart only knew how to love you,
So hear me out,
you can’t love me when you don’t love yourself,
You can’t give what you don’t have,
It’s dangerous.

My former baby, don’t lie again.
Go find love before you break another heart
trying to learn how.
Just…
let me go.

19/12/2025

Oucccchhhh!!!!!😂💔💔

18/12/2025

POEM 03:
I know I hate her twice,
Twenty-four hours was enough for her,
enough to sweep my name out of her life,
fold my memories neatly and hand my place to a new owner.
Yes, we broke up, let me admit
But I thought people healed atleast,
Limped for a while atleast,
Question Another heart atleast,
At least sit with the silence before replacing the voice
they fell asleep to

But her move,
Her move made me question everything we ever called love.
Was I the backup plan or the main role in her story?
Was I the protagonist of her story or just a small easy to replace character?

She’s happy,
So happy you’d think she packed my happiness in her suitcase on the way out.
And I’m happy for her,
Truly,
She’s lucky,
She’ll never know what loneliness feels like at night,
She’s very lucky,
She won’t feel her heart aching like it’s been stabbed a thousand times by thoughts that refuse to sleep.

She’s lucky.
She won’t know the pain of losing a possible rib,
someone you thought was built into your bones.
She’s very lucky,
She won’t be heartbroken,
She replaced me on time.

13/12/2025

There is this thing I yearn to do,
the childhood I passed by but never lived through.
From afar,
I look like just another young Kenyan man,
Luo to be precise,
but look closer, you’ll see a spirit thrown head-first into responsibility before it learnt how to float.

At the age my mates were busy sailing on slides,
taking joyrides,
Dufo mpararo
my childhood was a ticketless ride,
6AM at the bus station,
small hands catching cash
a CEO before I could spell the letters in CEO.

I never had a child’s wide-eyed wonder.
I learnt only what was necessary.
I never played kalongo longo,
never built castles with imaginary wives.
But ask me about kasongo,
I can write a full thesis,
not a hurried tap-and-go.

So if you see me enjoying now,
don’t rush to judge.
Just let me be the clock I never got to rewind.

Let me slide the slides now,
even if there’s a wrinkle near my eye.
Let me build new fantasies,
I'm a world where taxes and stress are just chains
I finally learnt how to break.
Just let me breathe.

I know the hour is late,
but let me be a king in my own sand-made castle,
a fortress built on the tears of time lost.
Let me go for sleepovers,
so I can forget the landlord’s knock,
pretend rent is a myth,
and tomorrow is not hunting me,
Let me be a child for once,

That’s why I don’t like Angie,she keeps calling me Dzaddy
after I begged her to call me Baby,
I am a child,
A big man child,Call me big baby
Call me baby for once,
My heart is still soft enough to need it.
So if you see me out there,
a grown man trying on a child’s skin,
doing things my age does not allow,

Just let me be.
❤️❤️

30/11/2025

I received my inheritance today
My father gave me silence,
My mom gave me prayers,
Prayers that protect Me daily than my police fire arm,
My country gave me debts,
Generational debt that I'll pay till my demise
And I… I've given myself a voice,

I inherited shadows stitched into my skin,
histories that never made it to textbooks,
dreams buried under taxes and prayers whispered into cracked ceilings.

I inherited silence ,
the kind that sits heavy in the chest,
the kind that teaches you to swallow your own name,
to bow your head when the world demands it.

But I refuse to pass them on.

I will not inherit silence anymore.
I will inherit fire.
I will inherit tomorrow.
I will inherit myself.
So let me tell you this,

I am the will my ancestors never wrote.
I am the revolution they hummed in lullabies.
I am the echo that refuses to die in the throat.
I am the inheritance and I choose to speak,
So tell me,
What did you inherit

30/10/2025

Few days remaining

Liddle Havard School is the place to be
Continue registering for the Holiday Talent Hub
Bring your talented children

27/10/2025

Another year filled with Grace,Growth and God. Still rehearsing to get to old 😅

16/07/2025

When I grow up
I wanna be a traffic police
Maybe for justice
But majorly for money
Mummy, reason with me
The real income comes in rolled up notes,
Folded like secrets,
Those 100 hundred shillings notes are soo major

Peak hours?
Every morning,
My tea must be served on the road
By each vehicle
If not,
You will have to forget your freedom

Mummy,
I wanna stop cars with swag
No chasing,
No Gen Z protests messing my peace.
Just my heavy reflector jacket,
And a raised hand ke a king.

Nobody will ask where I got the money
They'll just give it like it's tradition,
Like it's tithe
Like I'm the pastor of the pavement
Mummy
I can do this
Since our government has become deaf and dumb they don't listen to our cry, we don't have jobs and they don't care
And I think that's for me,
That for us Mummy,
They are never arrested,
We will also not be arrested
Lets go


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