Tuareg Man [4]

I looked at Diamond's soul window, I got completely lost by all the rainbow monkeys and gummy bears dancing inside. So young but yet such a big woman. What happened to the rebellious adolescent phase? Something very ironic happened the DeeJay cued this song [ https://soundcloud.com/mozze/she-is-beautiful-lon-jon ] [Lon Jon- She is Beautiful] strange I know. I changed my perception of Diamond, just for the 3minutes that lasted the song, she reminded me of someone I knew, lost in the world like Kanye West.. I now wanted to help her, but how? I symbolically gave her my jacket, it wouldn't protect her from the cold world, but for the night, it would cover almost naked body and protect her from the 'Wastelands' cold. I had to leave now if I wanted to make on time for the poetry at All Saints Cathedral.
Every unsigned and un-hyped poet, storyteller and open mic musician was here. From my back bench seat I could spot Thinker Isaac, Kimari Lillian, Sitati Elsis, Wagura Edwin, Tambo Nashon, Yvonne Olga the list was the heavenly scroll *endless*. Oh hey, Bor Brenda is also here, hmmh I can't wait for her voice to JAZZ the audience. Today for a change it looked like words had more to say than actions.
Everyone who took the mic made it come alive *Mike*. My week was long; fallen out with people and not ready to say sorry, tedious www.raverend.co.ke duties, then Diamond. I had to speak out and share; I was tired of being a silent listener.
.....walking to the podium.........

"Halo Guys! I'm Halwenge Fidel and I have a piece" I looked a round the big hall and continued "All your pieces have been like honey to my mouth but bitter to my stomach" " I have decided to find gold and refine it on the fire"

Will these audience notice my bible references? Should I tell them about my strange dream of the 39blocked estate and specifically on block Ezekiel door number 24? Maybe no today...
She Hid Her Face
........ choking........
 "Her name was Khadija,
sexy bodied Islamic lady,
who had the power of making,
every man lust but none her first,
since she wore a hijab to hide her face.

She strongly believed in Allah,
met this man who dressed her in prada,
unknowingly and faster than uttering voila,
she became pregnant and bid her dreams inshallah,
filled with embarrassment she had to hide her face!

She had so much life,
until she became his wife,
with no respect to a man's belief,
he caused his wife facial grief,
now she has to hide her face.

Whenever she went to pray,
you'd hear erotic moaning s,
but when she got back to lay,
you'd hear painful groaning s,
she had to continue to hide her face.

She tried to make this end, 
but the more she tried,
the more purple roses he send,
to her peers she lied, 
on why she hid her face!

Today we got a chance,
to finally see face,
one last look at her,
holding the red roses,
he finally bought her,
as she lie on the casket,
waiting for her face to be hid as usual!"

*Applauds* Applauds* *woohoo*
"Just like Khadija, we all hide something, take a wrong approach and maybe succumb to our tribulations!"