Sunday, March 23, 2008

SOME SPOKEN WORD..

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 in a dream
right outside my room,
what this stream carries might bring into your heart gloom
but for me and many more this is our doom
I have heard that it carries all the valleys filth
as it flows with easy stealth
bringing us nothing but ill health
but thats how this part of our city is.
Toilets are things we read about in papers
because they are foreign to us as baby pampers,
what we do is do the depositing in bread wrappers..
Where it ends up?ask the unfortunate paupers.
These rooms for us who are quite an fortunate
where everyday is judged by fate
and so sad is the our state
that kids watch their parents getting intimate
seeing the gasping and twitching under the sheets
that frustrates so much that they head to the streets.
These our streets where so foul is the mood
that there is little good
and brothers will do any thing for a plate of food.
Home where immorality
is the middle name of this society
where preachers screw our sistren
the weak part of their brethren
and still call on the holy trinity
to come down and save our community.
Where sisters give up whats between their thighs
without so many whys
after getting used to a lifetime of lies
to men aged enough to be called grandpa
or worse still pa.
Home where the blue shirts love to loot
where brothers plead for mercy but they still shoot
babies get trampled on by the blueshirts boot
and the little that we own is burnt to a black soot.
where grandmothers become mothers
and have to raise their grandchildren
after watching their parents die in way so pathetic
from something they call an epidemic or pandemic
but that does not really matter.
This is our home and we can trade it for none
because the essence of brotherhood here
is not alienated like there.
So until things get better
we are stuck here for better or for worse.
This is home and it shall remain so.

PICTURE...

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.

FINALLY.

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.

NOT READY?


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?

Saturday, March 1, 2008

As it is..


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 good-will; Until all Africans stand and speak as free beings, equal in the eyes of all men, as they are in the eyes of Heaven; Until that day, the African continent will not know peace. We Africans will fight, if necessary, and we know that we shall win, as we are confident in the victory of good over evil." – Haile Selassie 1

Kenyan?


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.