Tuesday, January 29, 2008

NGUGI

This is one of the finest pieces of poetry I ever heard,so fine that I just had to share..enjoy.
weep not child,
from the same by the great Ngungi Wa Thiongo.
WEEP NOT CHILD,
WEEP NOT MY DARLING.
WITH THESE KISSES LET ME REMOVE YOUR TEARS,
THE RAVENING CLOUDS SHALL NOT LONG REMAIN VICTORIOUS,
THEY SHALL NOT LONG POSSES THE SKY..

ZILZOPENDWA..something new..

It is not a disputed fact that I like to "randaranda",my mama tried to beat that behaviour out of me but it was inborn I guess..Now this fine day I was "randaing" all over the web and I GOOGLED Kenyanpoetry,what came up was a blog spot,yes..a blog spot or at least a way to get into it.
I of course rushed there and I found that it is the official blog of Kenyan poetry,that I dispute coz so many brothers and sisters out there have been blogging beautiful poetry since blogging became mainstream.
But the punch in this blog is that it promises to give us poetry that was submitted to THE KENYA ASSOCIATION OF POETS in the 1980s and 1990s,now isn't that lovely?Considering that not so many of our generation were not born back then, I think its going to be lovely and poetically speaking refreshing..
Yours faithfully,EAPOET,has provided a link directly to this blog that promises to be a change.Just click KENYAN POETRY on the link list on your right.
ENJOY!

The shade of ebony..

IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS WATER
AND THE WATER WAS OF GOD
AND THE WATER WAS GOD.
SO I..
I'M BESIDE THE WATERS OF OUR PARK OF FREEDOM
FREEDOM?
WHERE THE MOST LUSH OF THE CITY'S GRASS EXISTS IN BEAUTY SO BARE
SO RARE THAT ONLY THE EYES CAN TELL IT
THIS IS WHAT PROF.MAZRUI CALLED THE POETRY OF GRAND ISOLATION
THE DESOLATION AND HOPELESSNESS THAT BREEDS HOPE AND FAITH
THE PICTURE OF HEAVEN TO A DESERT DWELLER..
WATER..
IN ABUNDANCE,
IN THE BLISSFUL ETERNITY OF MOIST HUMIDITY AND WETNESS.
GODLY WETNESS.
THE HOPELESSNESS THAT MAKES ONE WANT TO DIE SO BAD
WHEN YOU WANT TO DIE SO BAD AND YOU GOT ONLY SAND AROUND YOU
YOU REALISE THAT YOU HAVE KEPT GOD WAITING
AND IN THIS WAITING HE GIVES YOU A SECOND MORE TO BREATH
WITH THAT YOU SHOUT,"ALLAH U AKBAR!"
HE IS INDEED GREAT AND YOUR LUNGS ACHE BECAUSE THE SHOUT BURNT,
THE THROAT IS NOW HOARSE AND THE TONGUE IS DRY..
I AM HOMO AESTHETICUS,
I INDEED APPRECIATE BEAUTY
THAT IS JUST ME
AND ME IS YOU,JUST AS SHE IS HE
THAT IS THE WHITE BROTHERS WHO LEFT EUROPE FOR VIRGIN AFRICA.
TO HAVE A SUN FROM CHRISTMAS TO CHRISTMAS,
TO HAVE PALE AND MILKY WHITE BECOME A GOLDEN TAN
TO ROAM THROUGH LEAFY AIRS
AWAY FROM SULPHUROUS ONES
AND TO STAND OUT
YES TO STAND OUT FROM A PACK OF THICK LIPPED EBONY BEINGS
TO HAVE FIRE BLOWN OUT OF A STICK AND PUT DOWN A MAN
TO COME,TO SEE,TO CONQUER.
VENNI VETTI VECCI.
YOU AND I NEVER DID THINK OF WHAT REALLY LAY AHEAD OF THE HORIZON.
THERE IS NO BLACK COLOMBUS OR AFRICAN SPEKE
AND THE GUIDES WHO SHOWED THEM AROUND REMAIN FACELESS.
WHAT WAS NEAR WAS NO DOUBT DEAR
AND WHAT LAY AHEAD OF THAT SPOT
WHERE THE SUN KISSES THE WATERS,WASN'T FOR US TO KNOW
NOT THAT IT DIDN'T MATTER,
IT DID.
BUT ONLY TO THE GREAT AND ALL KNOWING ONE,
THE SUPREME
SEE THEY CAN PROVE IT THROUGH PROFESSIONAL SCIENTIFIC ANALYSIS
THAT TRULY THE DARKER HIS SKIN IS,THE DARKER THE VOID INSIDE HIS HEAD.
AND ALL THAT HE DESERVES IS ONLY SYMPATHY
HE IS SHEM'S BLOODLINE,
THE CURSED ONES.
THE ONES THAT FROWNED AND GIGGLED AT THEIR FATHERS NAKEDNESS
THE ONES WITH THICK,CURLY,ANGRY AND STUBBORN HAIRS
AND WITH A THICK FLESH COVER TO MATCH
THEY MADE ME HATE I,
THEY.
WHOEVER THEY ARE.
I DON'T AND NEED NOT KNOW,
BUT THEY HAD IT PUSHED DEEP INTO ME
THAT WHAT THE MIRROR DID SHOW WAS UGLY.
THE LAST POINT IN THE PLEASANTNESS SCALE
AND BECAUSE THE EXTERIOR WAXED UGLINESS;
THE INTERIOR NO DOUBT REPRESENTED WHAT THE INTERIOR WAS
THAT WHY ITS BLACK MAGIC,BLACKMAIL,BLACK FRIDAY
AND A BLACK GOWN FOR THE RIPPER

Saturday, January 26, 2008

MWAKA MPYA,MAMBO MAPYA..

NOW,NOW,NOW..WHAT DOES MY SCRAWNY SELF HAVE TO SAY?
THAT ITS A NEW YEAR!AND I AM A WHOLE 20 SOMETHING DAYS LATE IN TELLING ANYONE AND EVERYONE OUT THERE IN CYBERSPACE,HAPPY NEW YEAR!WHICH IS THE OFFICIAL CLICHE OF JANUARY.
I WANT TO SAY HOW I STAYED IN SOME QUEUE FOR CLOSE TO 6 HOURS,THAT'S A QUARTER OF A DAY ,TO VOTE;YES YOU HEARD IT,VOTE.AND THAT NOW I AM NURSING WOUNDS COURTESY OF "POST POLL VIOLENCE WHICH HAS ROCKED PARTS OF THE COUNTRY.."I SOUND LIKE A BORED NEWS ANCHOR.BUT I WONT TALK ABOUT IT
I WANT TO SAY HOW I SO MUCH THOUGHT THAT MY VOTE WAS MY "WEAPON"AS THAT MILLION SHILLING ADVERTISING CAMPAIGN CLAIMED AND THAT MY VOTE DID REALLY "COUNT".COUNT THEY SAID,COUNTED EVEN BEFORE I HAD CAST IT.PATHETIC.
I WILL NOT TELL YOU HOW MUCH FAITH I HAVE IN MY COUNTRY,FAITH AS MUCH AS A GRAIN OF SAND,AND EVEN THAT IS THAT THINGS WILL JUST BE AS MEAN AS THEY WERE LAST YEAR.NO I WILL NOT TELL YOU.

I WILL TELL YOU THIS..
THAT THIS IS MOS DEF OUR YEAR,THAT THIS ONE I N I AS THE EA POET WILL GO ALL OUT,I WILL NOT LIMIT MYSELF,MY WORDS AND MY THINKING TO THE TINY FOUR SQUARES INSIDE MY BOX..I WILL GO ALL OUT!AND I MEAN IT.DID I HEAR AN AMEN?
JOIN ME THIS IS OUR TIME AND OUR YEAR.
THAT I WAS AT WAPI TODAY AND IMANI TOLD ME NOT TO LET ANYTHING HOLD I DOWN..NOTHING SHOULD AND EVER WILL,AND I SAID SO BE IT.AND BE IT WILL IT BE..
JOIN ME,LETS SAIL TOGETHER,THE mv.eastafricanpoet HAS NOW SET SAIL...