Sunday, February 24, 2008

I remember..

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 NIGHTS SPENT ON A BED
THE BEAUTIFUL CURLY LOCKS
BECOMING WEAK LIGHT BROWN STRANDS.
I REMEMBER THE PRETTY FACE
WILTING AWAY TO SKIN OVER BONE..
I GAVE YOU A CUP OF WATER
BUT THE PALM TREMBLED TOO MUCH
TOO INTENSE A SHAKE FOR THE WATER TO REACH THE LIPS.
I REMEMBER STAYING OUT TOO LATE,
AND WHEN I MADE MY WAY BACK
YOU GAVE ME A PIECE OF THE TOUGH PART OF YOU.
I REMEMBER YOU GOING DOWN GRACEFULLY
LIKE A STAR FALLING OFF THE SKY
BUT STILL AS BRIGHT AS EVER..
I REMEMBER...YOU.

disgusted

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..
Simple.It was a rich mans car
plus theres too much red tape
palm oiling,toe kissing,nepotism
and a whole lot of shitty excuses,
but they are not just excuses,they are reasons
reasons why a whole country remains stunted,
stagnant and forever grinding so slowly
that it doesn't grind at all.
I hate that I beef with my old man so much
and no matter how crappy he treats me
he is still connected to me by blood.
I hate that they claim
this woman has 42 babies
yet in essence its only two.
That the obese baby keeps snatching
the little that the stick-thin baby has
and the thin one can do nothing,
because he cannot suck mamas breast
and has to contend with so little,
the little that stains mamas blouse when fat baby can have no more.
I hate it that I can no longer have faith in the institutions
that define our country,that define our belonging,
that give us a definition.
I hate it that ours is so pathetic a society
that one is judged by having a foreskin or not,
and my whole family looks at me funny
because shes intelligent,kind and cute
but shes from THAT tribe.
I hate it that fate put me here
and from my fathers down to the ancestors
we have called this home..
and however much I hate it,
its still a part of me.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

WaPI at the british council..

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..

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Grim.really,really grim.

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!

deeper than deep..

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.

blind to you!

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

you,yes you,you fine woman..

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

short and sweet..

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 emptiness within so profound,it would not be,
This feeling so hopeless,it would not be.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

NOW

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..