05/01/2026
Am sorry all I said or did in December was show off. and peer pressure ,
Dear Monday, please don’t stare so hard, I’m creeping back into the yard. I know I strutted, loud and bold, When December’s stories were being told. I spent the rent on a fleeting thrill, And now I’m standing at the foot of the hill.
I’m sorry for the wine, the toasts, the cheers, The loudest laughter of the passing year. I danced as if the bank was deep, While January’s secrets were fast asleep. Now school fees loom and bills are due, And I’m feeling small as I look at you.
About those cabbages? I was just in a mood, Teasing my friends about "simple" food. The whiskey was nothing but a flashy show, A hollow pride I’ve had to let go. I’m not allergic to the humble grain, I’ll take my porridge to ease the pain.
So turn your head, let me slip inside, With nothing left of my December pride. Just a quiet heart and a simple bowl, And a brand new year to save my soul.
yours in love
ken wakuraya
Po box 75
Ndaragwa
