Wednesday, December 26, 2007

best..

OK,ITS BEEN A GREAT YEAR ESPECIALLY FOR US POETS OR ANYONE WHO CAN DROP GREAT AND AT THE SAME TIME LOVELY WORD.THERE ISN'T A LOT TO BE SAID ONLY THAT POETRY IN KENYA AND EAST AFRICA AS AWHOLE IS GROWING..
KUDOS TO ALL WHO SWEATED IT OUT IN THE MUSCLE AND BRAIN TO MAKE SURE THIS REVOLUTION GETS BETTER.
TO kwani,the kenyanpoet,c-quel,wapi..AND A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE WHO DID IT GOOD.
PAMOJA! WE PRAY AND HOPE 2008 BECOMES A BETTER YEAR FOR THIS MOVEMENT.
PEACE!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

REVOLUTION?

A few years ago we all lined up with our ID cards and election cards to "choose" or rather elect leaders we thought could pull this our country out of the melt- down it was wallowing in. See nobody could blame us if we did the right or the wrong because we were a bunch of invalids who were ready and desperate for anything that could cure us of the disease that was eating at us.
Whether we were shortchanged or not remains a matter of personal opinion,how I look at it might or might not be how you or she looks at it.Its all personal.
These two poems are about the flip side of our society after the "second(2002) revolution."

BETWEEN

ITS ONCE AGAIN THE SEASON OF MADNESS
BUT WHAT FILLS OUR HEARTS IS GLADNESS
SOMEONE SAID,"these politics of primitivity ought to be in the museum of antiquity as its where it belongs.."
SO ITS ONLY FAIR
THAT WE SHARE
AND UNLEASH WITH THE GREATEST OF MENTAL FLAIR
WHAT ACHES IN OUR INSIDE
IN A WAY SO THOROUGH THAT WE CANNOT HIDE.

SEE I AM STUCK
OR HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING
I AM IN BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE
AND ANYONE CAN RIGHTFULLY DECLARE THAT I AM IN NO SOLACE
NOW,ALLOW ME TO GET PERSONAL;
MY FAMILY AND I ARE EKING A LIVING OUT OF IDLE GOVERNMENT LAND
AND OUR LAND RENT IS AS HIGH AS ZERO.
THE NEXT REGIME THAT IS ALL ABOUT PROMISES
IS HUMBLY BEGGING FOR MY kura,
THEY SAY THEY WILL SUCCEED WHERE THEIR PREDECESSORS FAILED
INCLUDING PROPER LAND REFORM...?..

2.An adaptation of "SHAMELESS ODE TO THE SECOND REVOLUTION" by Mutuma Mathiu,specific names have been exempted.

MAKING A DIFFERENCE:

MY COUNTRY IT SEEMS HAS COME UNSTUCK IN TIME,
WE ARE FLOATING IN AN ELECTION BUBBLE,
WITH NO MEMORY OF HISTORY
EVERYTHING IS NICE AND FREE
EDUCATION,HEALTH,PEACE,JOBS..THESE THINGS WILL BE GIVEN TO US..

THE REALITY IS PRETTY UGLY THOUGH
JUST LOOK AT THE NEWS;
THUGS CAUGHT WITH PANGAS,RIGGING SCARES,
THE COLLAPSE OF THE DOLLAR;
BILLIONS IN FOREIGN RESERVE LOST IN DAYS..

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SECOND REVOLUTION?
WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING?
I THINK ONE OF THE THINGS THAT CHARACTERIZES US AS A COUNTRY
APART FROM BEING GULLIBLE AND THOUGHTLESSLY TRIBAL
IS A TOTAL LACK OF GRATITUDE AND APPRECIATION..

THE LUNACY OF DICTATORSHIP,LAND GRABBING,
THE CLOBBERING OF CITIZENS ASSEMBLING PEACEFULLY
THE ARBITRARY ARREST OF OPPOSITION LEADERS
TO DENY THEM PEOPLES ACCESS;ECONOMIC THEFT...
ALL THOSE ATROCITIES THAT WE LIVED THROUGH ARE NOT HERE TODAY

These are definitely two ways of looking at it;either the glass is half empty or half full,but it isn't up to the brim..
PEACE!

Sunday, December 9, 2007

LOVE..


Few things are as overrated as love,by this I mean the affinity two people have for each other,maybe only sex.Being a cliche that it is,I decided to consolidate on its "clicheness"(if I may)by doing one more piece on this exhausted issue..
This is for the woman that I gave my measly self in exchange for.My lady

PRICELESS:

ITS ALL ABOUT YOU
AS ITS ALL OF YOU,
ITS THE ILLUMINATING SMILE
THE GRACE OF THE WALK
THE SENSITIVE AND SOFT FOOTSTEP.
THE EYES,THE THIGHS
THE HIPS,THE LIPS
THE TRUTHS,THE LIES
THE PAINS,THE PLEASURES..
THAT MAKE ME STICK ON YOU
LIKE A BUTTERFLY TO A ROSE
THE SOFT AND PETAL LIKE KISS
OR YOUR ECSTASY AND THE HISS..
THE WHISPERS IN MY EARS
AND THE KILLING OF MY FEARS,
THE ACCEPTANCE OF MY YEARS
AND THE SHOULDER FOR MY TEARS.
THE TEARS THAT ONLY YOU GETS TO SEE
AND THE FEARS THAT ONLY YOU GETS TO SHARE.
THE ONLY ONE THAT GETS TO FEEL MY CARE
AND THE ONE WHOM I KNOW WILL BE THERE.
WHETHER MY WALLETS HEAVY OR NOT
IF I AM HERE OR NOT
AND WHEN WE BIND THE KNOT.
MY WOMAN.
MY LADY,MY GIRL,MY COMPANION
ONE WHO ACCEPTS MY OPINION
AND LOOKS AT ME DIFFERENT
EVEN AS MY MINDS DECISIONS STAY INCOHERENT
PLUS SHE ACCEPTS MY PAST AS MUCH AS MY PRESENT
AS LIFE DID TREAT ME MEAN
AND MY PAST ISN'T SQUEAKY CLEAN
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
SHE THAT BLAZES LIKE A FIRE
BUT IS AS DANGEROUS AS A LIVE WIRE.
MY WOMAN.
THE LADY THAT TREATS ME AS I DESERVE
MY GOOD SHE DOES PRESERVE
AND GIVES ME THE BEST NEVER THE RESERVE.
THAT FEMALE THAT LOOKS AT MY MADNESS AS GENIUS
MY WEAKNESSES AS MY STRENGTHS
MY ILLNESS AS MY HEALTH
AND MY SHORTCOMINGS AS MY GREATNESS.
THE ONE WHO DISCARDS THIS PETTY FLESH OF MINE
BUT HAS A PICTURE OF MY SOUL
IN ITS GREATEST HUES
THE LIGHTEST BLUES
TO THE WARMEST ORANGES AND GREENS.
SHE THAT GUARANTEES MY SLEEP THAT MELLOW
COZ SHE IS AS PRICELESS AS A SOFT PILLOW
WHEN IN MY DREAMS OR NIGHTMARES I WALLOW.
PRICELESS,
THAT DESCRIBES HER BEST
AS SHE DID PUT ME TO A TEST
TO KNOW IF I DID DESERVE HER.
THE GOOD LORD KNOWS THAT I DO.
MY WOMAN,MY PRICELESS ONE.

peace!

Saturday, December 8, 2007

LOST..

Nothing and I repeat nothing,makes this tedious happening called life as cumbersome as finding oneself.Simply said,finding yourself is difficult,strange and slow..so slow that many fall of this road called life without getting there.Few of us know ourselves and plenty wallow drunk in this search.I for one aknowledge it that I am more lost than found and I meet so many like me.
This next set of poems is all about a lost soul,one that is painfully trying to find its true essence in life..
"Before you find yourself you have to lose yourself"
Find yourself.Soon.

1.AROUND US:

IF PAIN AND HATE
TEARS AND BLOOD ARE
RECYCLED SO MUCH ON ONE
THAT IT BECOMES THEM,
FOR EVEN THE SOFTEST CAN EVOLVE
INTO ROCK HARD BEASTS,
CAN THEY CHANGE BACK?

IN THE WOMB OF OUR MOTHER
WE SIT SO SAFE AND COMFORTABLE.
IT IS IN THOSE DAYS THAT INNOCENCE
IS TRULY INNOCENCE,CLOUDY WHITE PURITY.
IF THE STATE OF INNOCENCE AND PURITY
CAN JUST BE CARRIED AHEAD,NOT ERODED,WOULDN'T IT BE A PACIFYING THING?

BUT AGAIN ONE WILL NEVER KNOW PAIN
UNTIL YOU EXPERIENCE IT,LIKE HURT;
ITS FELT NOT TALKED ABOUT.
BEING A PART OF LIFE THAT NO MORTAL
HAS CONTROL OVER,TEARS AND HATE
IT SEEMS WILL KEEP RESIDING AROUND US
LIKE AIR FROM THE ALL KNOWING ONE.


2.MOST DANGEROUS MAN:

IT WAS LATE,VERY LATE
AND THE TOWN WAS DESERTED.
I KNEW THE DANGEROUS MAN
HE WAS AFTER ME,RELENTLESSLY.
MY BRISK WALK
SUDDENLY BROKE INTO A RUN,A RUN FOR DEAR LIFE.
I STOPPED AT A SHOPS VERANDA
AND GLANCED AT THE BEAUTIES INSIDE,
TO MY HORROR I SAW HIM.
I RAN AS FAST AS I COULD TO NOWHERE.
I RAN INTO A CITY ZOO,SCARY PLACE.
I THOUGHT IT WAS PEACEFUL
SINCE NO ONE ELSE WAS AROUND.
THE LIONS SNAKES AND CROCODILES
ALL STARED AT ME,BUT I WASN'T AFRAID
THEY WERE CAGED ,HE WASN'T
THEN I SAW THE POISONOUS MAMBA,
BEHIND THE GLASS
AND MY HEART STOPPED,HE WAS THERE,I COULD NEVER HIDE.
HE WAS ME.

3. PLEASURABLE TEMPTATIONS:

WHY DO I ALWAYS SUCCUMB TO TEMPTATION?
WHY IS THAT A MINUTE OF IMMEASURABLE PLEASURE
CARRIES WITH IT EONS OF SELF HATE?
AND WHY SHOULD SIN BE AS SWEET AS WILD HONEY?

FIGHTING AND WINNING TEMPTATIONS JUST PASSES
IT DOESN'T GIVE ME THE UTMOST HAPPINESS.
BUT SUCCUMBING TO TEMPTATION IS ECSTASY
ONLY THAT THE AFTER SHOCK IS LIKE BILE ON DRY TONGUE.
IS IT REALLY A SIN IF IT BRINGS WITH IT INTENSE PLEASURE?
ONLY TO MAKE ONE SELF-PITEOUS AND WORTHLESS.
I WISH ALL THAT WAS WRONG BUT FELT RIGHT WAS RIGHT
AND THE WRONG OF IT WOULD JUST MELT AWAY..

I WISH I COULD FIGHT AND WIN THESE TEMPTATIONS
BUT MY MURKY CONSCIENCE POSSES GREAT STRENGTH,
TOO GREAT FOR MY WEAK BODY.
FOR THIS MY FLESH FEELS GOOD BUT MY SOULWILTS AWAY..

peace!

Sunday, December 2, 2007

wapi

What would Nairobi do without WAPI?Go on as it is,isn't it?but it would be like that gum that is devoid of its core molars,everything seems OK but it really isn't..
to quote "WAPI is a British council platform that makes it possible for visual and verbal artists to showcase their art (in words and pictures).We tame the underground to mean the upcoming,the undiscovered,those who by default or design are not part of the mainstream.we believe that the underground in Kenya is a hotbed of activity and creativity and we bring some of it to the fore the discerning public through regular(monthly)WAPI programme.WAPI aspires to become a talent spotting platform- the place where tomorrows best acts are identified and enjoyed.."enough said,don't you think so?
WAPI deserves a pat on the back,a handshake and most definitely thumbs up.The job is way way above commendable.Keep kicking it WAPI, we see and appreciate you big time..
For the whole WAPI die-hard community feast on this
BEST
ITS BY DESIGN AND DEFAULT THAT WE ARE NOT IN THE MAINSTREAM
BUT WE ARE LIVING WHAT WAS ONCE A DREAM
WE WHO ARE YOUNG AND TRIM
GLAM AND CLEAN
AS BRAINY AS A CAMPUS DEAN
BUT SURPRISINGLY NEVER MEAN.
IF MUSIC IS THE HEARTBEAT
THAT WE FEEL IN OUR SOULS
POETRY IS THAT MEDICINAL BALM
TO OUR BRUISED SOULS
AND GRAFFITI IS THE VENT BY WHICH
WE LET OUT THE ISSUES IN OUR SOCIETY AND SOULS
WHY THEN SHOULD WE GET PHYSICAL
YET ATOMIC ENERGY ISN'T THE MOST CRUCIAL
AND SPOONS ARE BENT BY THE MENTAL.
WE ARE THE BEST BY FAR
WE WITH THE ART AND BLACK LIKE TAR