The clouds gather
it becomes a little dark
and you can read the worry
on people's faces
its just another day in Nairobi
but this one
the heavens fall
it begins drizzling
And people are almost
knocking one another down
they say "rain is a blessing"
but not to these city dwellers
but just like the coin has two sides
not all are crying
over there is Njoro
"ubrerra, ubrerra, na mia biri,
usinyeshewe, pata ubrerra"
(umbrella, umbrella, for 2 hundred,
don't be rained on, get an umbrella)
its a booming business today
furthermore no one bargained
the matatu touts are smiling
the bus fare they have hiked
It was twenty bob now it's seventy bob
the mat is full
yet people are fighting to get in
Maingi, a young man,
who has just got to the city
picks himself up
from the mud filled water paddle
thats the welcome he gets
karibu mjini ( welcome to the city).
Monday, January 24, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
ONE SWEET WHORE
a wink she gives him
look at her thighs
in those heels; so high
he knows she is fly
& its true
in her room she is good
coz she opens wide her thighs
in he enters
a feeling so sweet he gets
pumping in and out
further more, she is mourning & groaning
oh! how sweet this is
his hands wandering
from her ass to her burst
this is how he quenches his thirst
feeds his lust
he dont know its growing fat
all he hopes for is that tommorrow
he wont remember about tha sweet whore
it shall be shattered in the past
Thats just his side of the story
a beautyful whore
who keeps him coming back for more
and as he cums between her lips
the more of his dow she keeps
But, there is more to it than this
her name is Linda
& from a teen
boys, young and old men
have always been after her
she tried to keep em out
but alwayas they came with a new trick
in no time, she was weak
gave in
and accepted tha gifts
oh! she also had to accept tha other thing
their dick
it became a habit
now, she dont mind
Actually; she took tha gameto the other level
now she got her very own room
where they come in when ever they want
she treats em really good
and before they leave
they give her a fat gift
She luvs what she does
coz she does it from her heart
no one
no situation
compelled her to be
she just is
one
beautyful
sweet
whore
oh!
i guess he was right afterall.
look at her thighs
in those heels; so high
he knows she is fly
& its true
in her room she is good
coz she opens wide her thighs
in he enters
a feeling so sweet he gets
pumping in and out
further more, she is mourning & groaning
oh! how sweet this is
his hands wandering
from her ass to her burst
this is how he quenches his thirst
feeds his lust
he dont know its growing fat
all he hopes for is that tommorrow
he wont remember about tha sweet whore
it shall be shattered in the past
Thats just his side of the story
a beautyful whore
who keeps him coming back for more
and as he cums between her lips
the more of his dow she keeps
But, there is more to it than this
her name is Linda
& from a teen
boys, young and old men
have always been after her
she tried to keep em out
but alwayas they came with a new trick
in no time, she was weak
gave in
and accepted tha gifts
oh! she also had to accept tha other thing
their dick
it became a habit
now, she dont mind
Actually; she took tha gameto the other level
now she got her very own room
where they come in when ever they want
she treats em really good
and before they leave
they give her a fat gift
She luvs what she does
coz she does it from her heart
no one
no situation
compelled her to be
she just is
one
beautyful
sweet
whore
oh!
i guess he was right afterall.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
TULINYANAZA TUKAWA-MURDER
kando ya barabara
utawapta; ata mchana
wasichana, kama wamejipanga
ready kugawa
ama utawaachia mkwanja
napenda kuongelea malaya
sabu nyi mlinyamaza
na watoi mkawapanga, yani mkawadanganya
na walipotembea, na wao walipatana
na kwenye uwanja wakajibwaga
bila kujipanga, bila rubber
na sai ndio mana tuko hapa, kwa matanga
tunachanga changa
ndio angalau tumrudishe mwanetu kwa mchanga
lakini mimi bado nawika alituwacha akiwa mchanga
na tusinge wadanganya
angalau wangekuwa wajanja
ndipo nipatapo nafasi ka hii,
nakupa kinaga ubaga
yani hakikisha akichora saba
mkononi una rubber
na iwe ni poa, date mbali na ya ku expire
na hata kidogo haina rapture
ndiyo hiyo opportunity uwe ume ii capture
utawapta; ata mchana
wasichana, kama wamejipanga
ready kugawa
ama utawaachia mkwanja
napenda kuongelea malaya
sabu nyi mlinyamaza
na watoi mkawapanga, yani mkawadanganya
na walipotembea, na wao walipatana
na kwenye uwanja wakajibwaga
bila kujipanga, bila rubber
na sai ndio mana tuko hapa, kwa matanga
tunachanga changa
ndio angalau tumrudishe mwanetu kwa mchanga
lakini mimi bado nawika alituwacha akiwa mchanga
na tusinge wadanganya
angalau wangekuwa wajanja
ndipo nipatapo nafasi ka hii,
nakupa kinaga ubaga
yani hakikisha akichora saba
mkononi una rubber
na iwe ni poa, date mbali na ya ku expire
na hata kidogo haina rapture
ndiyo hiyo opportunity uwe ume ii capture
That dusty book
Yesterday,
I saw her again
Beautiful as ever
Just like old times
Just as she was, if not better
Those eyes, that smile
They still make me weak
Make me wana glare and glare and stare
She is the one that stopped me
I hadn't seen her yet
And for a moment
We didn't know how to greet
I wanted to give her a long and squeezy hug
One that I would remember for a while
And she too
But our hands stretched
And that's what we settled for
Two prongs kept us laughing
But good times too, do come to an end
And instead of byebye
It was see yah!
I don't want see her again
Coz she is in my past
She is supposed to be
That dusty book in my cabinet
But it turns out
As my left hand puts this book
In the cabinet
My right hand retrieves it
And places it on my desk
She is supposed to be my ex
But whenever we meet
I always think of the "what if ..."
I saw her again
Beautiful as ever
Just like old times
Just as she was, if not better
Those eyes, that smile
They still make me weak
Make me wana glare and glare and stare
She is the one that stopped me
I hadn't seen her yet
And for a moment
We didn't know how to greet
I wanted to give her a long and squeezy hug
One that I would remember for a while
And she too
But our hands stretched
And that's what we settled for
Two prongs kept us laughing
But good times too, do come to an end
And instead of byebye
It was see yah!
I don't want see her again
Coz she is in my past
She is supposed to be
That dusty book in my cabinet
But it turns out
As my left hand puts this book
In the cabinet
My right hand retrieves it
And places it on my desk
She is supposed to be my ex
But whenever we meet
I always think of the "what if ..."
taste of sin
i dont know ..
if you have ever bribed a cop
and it felt so right
if you have ever tipped a whore
and you felt she so much deserved it
if you ever been in a deal
that made you feel like tha king
& like the lion
you had just made a kill
that i dont
& i might never know
but this i know
a sin
will always be so sweet
you too must agree
coz i know you have sinned before
and so shared this feeling.
if you have ever bribed a cop
and it felt so right
if you have ever tipped a whore
and you felt she so much deserved it
if you ever been in a deal
that made you feel like tha king
& like the lion
you had just made a kill
that i dont
& i might never know
but this i know
a sin
will always be so sweet
you too must agree
coz i know you have sinned before
and so shared this feeling.
Love you two
I don't know what tha fuss is all about
Me loving you, me loving her
At tha same time
Why do you say am cheating
While am not
Can't a man have two cars
And love them deeply
Take this keenly
And see
See the real picture
You are beautiful
Nice, caring and fun
Guess what?
So is she
You are tall and slim
She is short and round
I love you both
Both with the same intensity
I don't wanna choose one
Coz I don't wanna lose none
Call me a bad man
But I am
What I am
This is me
And this is how I feel
I luv you two
And whenever you say you love me
Then I say I love you too
Its all true
But the twist is
I love you two.
Me loving you, me loving her
At tha same time
Why do you say am cheating
While am not
Can't a man have two cars
And love them deeply
Take this keenly
And see
See the real picture
You are beautiful
Nice, caring and fun
Guess what?
So is she
You are tall and slim
She is short and round
I love you both
Both with the same intensity
I don't wanna choose one
Coz I don't wanna lose none
Call me a bad man
But I am
What I am
This is me
And this is how I feel
I luv you two
And whenever you say you love me
Then I say I love you too
Its all true
But the twist is
I love you two.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
SOME STRENGTH
At times anger fills my chest
And I feel it bringing me down
The eyes get heavy
Tears want to flow
My heart hurts
And all that is in
I want to pour it out
"It's just too much!!
I cant take it no more
I'm tired!"
I almost want to break
But from no where, some where
I get some strength
Not to get me through
But enough to keep me up
Enough to keep those tears
from flowing
Enough to make me hard again
But...
Not enough to stop the pain
Not sufficient to kill the anger
I'm cool now
But what about tomorrow?
And I feel it bringing me down
The eyes get heavy
Tears want to flow
My heart hurts
And all that is in
I want to pour it out
"It's just too much!!
I cant take it no more
I'm tired!"
I almost want to break
But from no where, some where
I get some strength
Not to get me through
But enough to keep me up
Enough to keep those tears
from flowing
Enough to make me hard again
But...
Not enough to stop the pain
Not sufficient to kill the anger
I'm cool now
But what about tomorrow?
A CRUSH
i & my friends were attacked
by this small boy wh was armed
my friends were lucky to escape
but i was slow to this raid
he took his arrow & aimed
let it loose and twas in me
with his cute face he took off
left me hurt & here to suffer
my wound did not bleed
but its pain can kill
my remidee, is with this lady
who with herr kiss am healed
but she knows not of my condition
even my name she doent know
but how will i gwt to her?
for my conition is getting worse
cupid,
why cant you strike her too
& let us die bein just us 2
with only this one thought
which is you...<3..
by this small boy wh was armed
my friends were lucky to escape
but i was slow to this raid
he took his arrow & aimed
let it loose and twas in me
with his cute face he took off
left me hurt & here to suffer
my wound did not bleed
but its pain can kill
my remidee, is with this lady
who with herr kiss am healed
but she knows not of my condition
even my name she doent know
but how will i gwt to her?
for my conition is getting worse
cupid,
why cant you strike her too
& let us die bein just us 2
with only this one thought
which is you...<3..
MY DREAM
my dream is to wake up and find a poor man no longer poor. with a decent meal and a drink to wash it down. with clean clothes and a cologne to apply. in a house worth being called home, with a tely and a comfortable couch, a drink in his hand and a happy thought in his mind saying "kenya hakuna matata"
my dream is to find the streets free of street children, not because they bother; but because they too deserve a taste of the best things in life. no one seems to care, all they do is be arrogant & rude to them, but not as in my dream.
i see a light at the end of the tunnel, i see hope in the future for those who once lost hope in living. for those who take drugs to try and face their life challenges, i see healing for you.
i see ability in the disabled. i see no harrasement for those are constantly under the mercy of the police in big boots & with rungus in their hands.
i hope for a better day for you who are commercial sex workers. for we have all kind of names for you but you ignore them. they abuse and insult you in all ways possible but you perseive through it all.
for tose who struggle to keep up with life's brutallity, i salute you. i honour you since the world lacks to appreciate your stuggle to survive.
you inspire me deeply, make me wake up and be part of the change. to wake up and make he dream come true.
my dream is to find the streets free of street children, not because they bother; but because they too deserve a taste of the best things in life. no one seems to care, all they do is be arrogant & rude to them, but not as in my dream.
i see a light at the end of the tunnel, i see hope in the future for those who once lost hope in living. for those who take drugs to try and face their life challenges, i see healing for you.
i see ability in the disabled. i see no harrasement for those are constantly under the mercy of the police in big boots & with rungus in their hands.
i hope for a better day for you who are commercial sex workers. for we have all kind of names for you but you ignore them. they abuse and insult you in all ways possible but you perseive through it all.
for tose who struggle to keep up with life's brutallity, i salute you. i honour you since the world lacks to appreciate your stuggle to survive.
you inspire me deeply, make me wake up and be part of the change. to wake up and make he dream come true.
MY FOUNDATION
This is the first piece of writing in my first blog.
I come from a family of five, my two sisters, my parents and I. I was born and raised up in an estate called Shauri Moyo situated in the eastlands of Nairobi city the capital of Kenya. I sat my primary school exams in 2003. I'm now in the last year of high school.
My major aspirations in life is being a journalist. I would like to take my A-levels after high school and then followed by a degree in journalism. My main reason of being a journalist is to expose the sufferings faced by the poor. I believe that journalists have the power to solve a problem by bringing it to light. After all, the solution to a problem begins by identifying it.
Wisdom grows with age so they do say but not for me. I am young but my eyes have seen plenty than they should have; my heart has grown hard because of the tough experiences and my reasoning grown due to the exposure. Of the different characters. Of people not forgetting tricky situations too.
That's my aspiration in life, to attain power and instead of misusing it, I use it to guarantee a better tomorrow for all.
Many may call this a dream but I call it a vision; and I make it my mission to prove myself right. After all, success is brought by passion, struggle and faith. Faith in you and faith in God.
So have I got it all with me?? Yes. Damn yes, I have it.
BUT TIME WILL TELL..
I come from a family of five, my two sisters, my parents and I. I was born and raised up in an estate called Shauri Moyo situated in the eastlands of Nairobi city the capital of Kenya. I sat my primary school exams in 2003. I'm now in the last year of high school.
My major aspirations in life is being a journalist. I would like to take my A-levels after high school and then followed by a degree in journalism. My main reason of being a journalist is to expose the sufferings faced by the poor. I believe that journalists have the power to solve a problem by bringing it to light. After all, the solution to a problem begins by identifying it.
Wisdom grows with age so they do say but not for me. I am young but my eyes have seen plenty than they should have; my heart has grown hard because of the tough experiences and my reasoning grown due to the exposure. Of the different characters. Of people not forgetting tricky situations too.
That's my aspiration in life, to attain power and instead of misusing it, I use it to guarantee a better tomorrow for all.
Many may call this a dream but I call it a vision; and I make it my mission to prove myself right. After all, success is brought by passion, struggle and faith. Faith in you and faith in God.
So have I got it all with me?? Yes. Damn yes, I have it.
BUT TIME WILL TELL..
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