A House In Kireka

by mrsb2b | 2:22 PM in |

A friend wrote this for me, in about 10 minutes I might add, and I thought it was worth sharing.

I dream of a house in Kireka
Sequestered road-side from the dust
Bugler-proof windowed
Behind that fence of wiry restraint
Love undressed like a girl alone
Glorying in the virginal changes
In the peace and restfulness of this house

By a roadside in Kireka

When we would escape hot afternoons
Careless innocent children
Stepping for a rolex in the town city
Met by cheerful male banter, women's sly smiles
There was something in our eyes that spoke
More than the ardent kisses, the ardent gropings
The bed-seeking stumbles
Shared showers, towel fights
Muted tv-watchings
On afternoons in a house in Kireka
I dream of that house in Kireka again


5th May 2009


  1. Robyn on May 6, 2009 at 4:23 PM

    Nice poem
    you make me want a house in Kireka

  2. Mr. B2B on May 6, 2009 at 5:18 PM

    My mind is slowly...

  3. Spartakuss on May 11, 2009 at 10:45 AM

    Naye Mrs. this kireka thing wasn't incited by a well known journalist who writes a blog?
    we are going to burn the antipop!!!!

  4. mrsb2b on May 13, 2009 at 8:48 AM

    lol... spartakuss, easy. it isn't her...

  5. Anonymous on May 29, 2009 at 9:06 PM

    So do u want a house in Kireka?

  6. eddsla on August 8, 2009 at 11:25 AM

    i think i know that friend

  7. nevender on September 8, 2009 at 7:16 AM

    sequestered- interesting word. In fact i like it.

  8. Mckeith on September 8, 2009 at 4:59 PM

    Ok... by the roadside... I know one near a ka place called caddle puddle and petima