THE EASTAFRICANPOET

I REMEMBER BACK IN THE DAYS YES BACK IN THE DAYS BECAUSE HOWEVER YOUNG I MIGHT BE IVE GOT A PAST A DREAMY AND COLOURFUL "BACK IN THE DAYS' WHEN A YOUNG ME TUGGED AT HER SKIRT, HER KHANGA,HER LESSO AND SUCKLED AT HER BREAST FOR TOO LONG, SO LONG A TIME THAT SHE PUT PEPPER ON HER NIPPLES AND FROM THAT DAY, I CAME TO BELIEVE THAT BREAST MILK WAS PEPPER HOT! BUT WAS JUST ME AND I WOULD HAVE SUCKED HER DRY GIVEN THE CHANCE. I REMEMBER WHEN SOMEONE HURT HER, SO BAD THAT A CRUTCH BECAME PART OF HER LIFE, AND THE GRACEFUL AND SOFT WALK BACAME A LIMP.. I REMEMBER SCRUBBING HER LEG AFTER IT HAD BEEN UNDER A PLASTER FOR TOO LONG. I REMEMBER A STRONG WOMAN. ONE WHO SNIFFED AWAY TEARS, LEST I HER BABY SAW THEM.. AND THE DAY THAT UNCLE SENT ME FOR CIGARETTES, BACK IN THE DAYS TWO COST A SHILLING AND BEFORE I GAVE THEM TO UNCLE,I FEIGNED SMOKING ONE.. I REMEMBER HELL MATERIALIZING THAT DAY ALTHOUGH I PUFF THEM AWAY TODAY, I ONLY DO SO TO CALM ITCHY NERVES. I REMEMBER YOUR DUSK DAYS AND NI...

I HATE IT. I hate it that I hate me that no matter how much she says it, that she loves me and takes me as I am I never quite let it sink inside. I hate it that theres a deep black hole inside me and no matter how much light is shed unto me it never really reaches that black hole, that black hole that makes me,me. I hate it that my old man has to struggle yet the grays on his head out competed the blacks ages ago. I hate it. I hate it that I struggle too much too that I shuffle and hustle so much yet I earn so little and gain so less.. It disgusts me that I am so empty so empty like..... As empty as a killah line lost from a killah poem. I hate that me and a cousin have to lay ourselves on the dusty floor on a piece of foam slightly over an inch thick I hate it that theres so less yet we need so much, and for that we are forever and constantly hungry. I hate that I can get bumped so hard that my teeth get blown off and I am scarred for life but i can do nothing.. Why?? you might ask.....

we,we ,we...I never saw a mix,or in UG speak a katogo of the best Kenyan freestylers!What! MISTER RI,OJIJI, MORROCO..wee lets not even try to name them all,it was wicked.. To sample some.. "...sichukii kuwa underground,because the world is round at any given time the whole world is always underground.." "...bila mimi hii industry itawachwa kwa vumbi,na sio kuringa lakini ukitoa hio RY kwa industry utabaki na IN DUST!.." "...maybe I think possibly tunaeza hook up hii Monday nikushow kile ulimiss hii weekend..." "...kapuka ilizikwa 6 feet under na bado waliifanyia favour.." "...regurgitate the hate inside..." WaPI is greater than life that we just admit,but the raw talent in our underground ought to be put out to the streets,ma3s,radios and tellys.Its just too good. Plus what BRING THE NOISE did was beautiful,original and seriously conscious,we all loved it. OUR MUSIC IS GREAT! THE MOVEMENT IS HERE TO STAY!YOU BETTER GET USED TO IT..

The red in the flag was once a source of pride,now it is an eyesore and anytime you or I looks at the flag we think,hmmmmm..,kumbe that red was not over yet.More is spilling and looks like more will get spilled.Why?Someone out there thinks Kenya does belong to him and his family,and to be called a leader of about32 million poeple gives them a high. Whatever happened to "najivunia kuwa mkenya". One of the finest free-stylists in this our beautiful Kenyan underground,MWAFRIKA said, "I have lost all faith in our countrys government.." So did a whole lot of us who braved close to 6 hours to cast a wretched thing called a vote. BE WISE!

Robet Nesta Marley said,"...have no fear for atomic energy,coz none a dem can stop the time.." Now seriously think about this..I mean it,seriously think about this..The Martin Luther way and the Nelson Mandela way.. WINNING. "amani haiji ila kwa incha ya upanga...." Its true peace has a hefty price tag and its almost impossible to fight an enemy without hating him, because why then should he be called an enemy, if he doesnt earn your wrath. Winning is great,good and beautiful but it looses its good if theres too much bad attached. It isnt fair to make a step ahed and consequently take two back. To win and to win good you have to fight and break down your enemies defences. But to win and win best, is to break down your enemies defences without a fight. To win in this age is harder than before today you use a mind force,a soul force not a physical one. That way you can bend a spoon withot touching it.

One Collie Budds sang,"Im blind to you haters.." Maybe this poem touches what he talked about... Think about it.. DIET OF RIGHTEOUSNESS. They hate it that we are healthy now, our ribs no longer show. We are stronger now,unlike then, what was tearing us into shreds sunk ito a deep dark gorge. Now what is sewing us together, shines like the suns rays as seen through a beautiful drizzle. But they dont like it. The virus that preyed on our once sterile minds only needs an incentive,an mild one, and it will rise again and be stronger. But again the antibodies in us are strong, we will stand together in oneness. We have been put on a diet of righteousness

The heading to this is downright sexist but again who cares?Plus.."A mistake done in good faith is never a mistake." An Indian saying goes so. This katiny poem is for the finest of Eastafrican poetessess.The ones who do poetry that makes you curl your toes and say "mmmm,yes..." A SOUL AT ITS PEAK. Her veins have burst, the sides of her mouth are dripping with a priceless fluid. Her body twitches to eternal calm but her heart is as it should. Her body might be dead but her soul is at its peak. She fed on poetry

Today I am going to blow someone who cares to read this blog with short but deep poems that I personally think are a great way of getting a multi faceted message across.. Do enjoy. 1.TELL ME Can something be so right that it seems so wrong? Can love be so tender that it feels unbreakably hard? Can innocence be so true that it looks guiltily true? Can one be so holy that it looks blasphemous? Can pain be so great that you cannoy feel it? Can hurt be so excruciating that it is melted into ones soul? Can a life be so well lived in a very short span? Can ones departure be the departure of a part of someone else? 2.ANGEL. Do angels ever fall from heaven? like stars do sometimes? Will I ever meet one? But again havent I? She fell from heaven Just like a star Ofcourse she was one I met her. 3.IT WOULD NOT BE.. If only you left something, Something more than fond memories. Something touchable, Something as gracious as you. The void so deep,it would not be, The pain so intense,it would not be, ...

THE LONG SHOWERS I GO THROUGH, THE BAPTISIMAL IMMERSIONS IN A BATH TUB ALL DO NOTHING TO WASH AWAY THIS SCUM. THE LONG STARE IN A MIRROR, FOLLOWED BY HELPLESSNES AND ZERO WORTH MAKE ME CONTEMPLATE UGLY THINGS. THINGS SO UGLY THAT THEY ARE BLASPHEMOUS. I AM TIRED OF QUESTIONING MYSELF WHY I AM AN ARTICLE OF NO VALUE, WHY A DEEP TURNNEL EXISTS AFTER MY LIGHT, THE LIGHT THAT IS GETTING DIMMER.. MAYBE THERE IS HOPE,LATER;MUCH,MUCH LATER BUT FOR NOW ITS THE SINKING ME NOW,UNTIL THEN..