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For My Future Wife by Mufasa Poet

This is, for my future wife.

There are things about me she should know.

So just incase you are reading this, hi!

My name is Kibet,

but most people call me Mufasa.

I spend my days uprooting words from the floors of my soul.

My mind has doors,

some thoughts have locked themselves at the back, but you should know..

I cut my nails after every week,

the first name that hits me when I see a dog is Snoopy,

and blue is not my favourite colour,

but I don’t mind if you come out of the blues!

See I know you are beautiful,

because that’s how I’ll notice you.

I know you have a smile that stretches like a hand that’s why people around you always feel touched.

I don’t know if the first time you say hi,

my earlobes will lock rhythm with my eardrums and make music that will last from ear to ear.

But I know what will attract me to you…

will be how strong and happy you are under the wings of the King of kings so my mind will find vision in your words when you say God bless you.

I know I will love you,

because…that’s the reason I will be with you!

But I know I will love you more because of your relationship with God,

when I’m away and I fall, you will send prayers that will pick me up, the soles of my feet will always touch the ground because your knees touched the ground for us.

So I hope you won’t mind, that I took the time to know you first, that my lips found the words to describe you before they could say I miss you.

And hey, the day I walk you down the aisle,

forget about numbers.

African as I am, there won’t be a number 3 or 2,

You won’t even need to be number 1…

when you will be the only one.

But I’m not naive,

I know as years go by we will introduce each other to new imperfections, so of course we will fight,

of course I will see you smile and I will see you mad,

of course I will have hold you me and I will have you push me

And I’m here praying, that my anger will always have a reason to pause on my elbow,

that my elbow will fall and I will never know how to raise my hands on you,

that I will know when to shut up, pull a chair, sit next to you and just love you.

And if you have a past…

I have a past too.

I just have faith that my romance will grow masseuse hands and try to massage the tense in your past.

For My Future Wife:

“Blue is not my favourite colour but I don’t mind if you come out of the blues..”


Audio by Me N My Cousin

Additional Vocals by LUCAS MUKETHA


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Performance poet Mufasa presents an original piece ‘My Boys are Dying’, in which he describes the plight of young Africans in a land of limited opportunities and the role they have in creating change.

Mufasa is a renowned Kenyan performance poet who uses spoken word art to tell stories and to humanize situations. Passionate about human dignity and justice, he uses concept events to discuss and showcase works that are meant to ignite conversations and instigate social consciousness.

Mufasa also serves as a judge and workshops facilitator at Poetry Slam Africa, a competition that aims to recognize poets and spoken word artists discussing a range of current issues affecting Africa and the world at large. This talk was given at a TEDx event using the TED conference format but independently organized by a local community.