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THIS IS FOR BROTHERS AND SISTERS WHO KNOW WHAT IT MEANS FOR A HOUSE TO LEAK OVER YOUR BED AT 2 AM IN THE MORNING AND WHAT IT MEANS TO LACK A PROPER TOILET.. TO NAIROBI'S KIBERA,KAMPALA'S KISENYI AND DAR-ES-SALAAMS TEMEKE. ENJOY OF YOU CAN. HOME. As big as a cell of a prison but not that big without reason we live like we did commit treason, but its we who got robbed by that person whose hands are coloured crimson. He and many whose tongues are honey flavored so that they can get highly placed hands oiled to make their vices never get foiled. Here in this "place of cool waters" where they can step on our toes and keep being our foes, in their money chase that is now hectic without being apologetic.. Enough about them,now about my home; now about this place where my soul rests where I can come and forget my sorrows. This my place where I find true solace, away from the madding populace, even though my bedsides are held up by shoe lace.. A tiny murky stream flows as if i

I wanted to show her to you, I wanted you to see her face through mine. I wanted you to picture her by my words, but still the picture will be blurred; as very few words can tell enough about her, Very few.. actually none.

she told me she always wondered; I also did.. How a man so small could have so much chest hairs; and how such a man could carry so much in his trousers.. that always left me in admiration of me. She always put a frown on my face, but the smile in my soul was great. I liked her,she liked me more. I did not know,she knew. Simple. Now she is gone.. I know,finally.

I saw a slim arm over an eye, over a brown marble in a white bowl the beautiful brown marble was restless and the arm trembled a little.. I liked the way you held up I had followed through the green fields where the oat was only thigh high down to the stream where the waters were only ankle high and finally to the thick hills you let me touch the palm and still let me kiss your hair but I wanted more, you said I was not ready..ready? yuou sunk me into a daze.. I looked at the leg and randy temptation poked at me I was not ready you said what was ready? how could I get a grip on it?

WAR.. "On the question of racial discrimination, the Addis Ababa Conference taught, to those who will learn, this further lesson: That until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned: That until there are no longer first-class and second class citizens of any nation; That until the color of a man's skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes; That until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all without regard to race; That until that day, the dream of lasting peace and world citizenship and the rule of international morality will remain but a fleeting illusion, to be pursued but never attained; And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes that hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique and in South Africa in subhuman bondage have been toppled and destroyed; Until bigotry and prejudice and malicious and inhuman self-interest have been replaced by understanding and tolerance and g

Back in the days when this flag was hoisted high on one of the highest mountains in Africa we thought a baby has been born and we know he is going to grow to be an independent and healthy being,now 40-something years later;we are all questioning ourselves..are we really there?Can we even make it to the peak of independence? A man built his house but after completing it he found out that ha hadn't left space for the doorway,are we that man?Think about it.. On my right,I have compiled photos that helped define Kenya between December and February.