wapi

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What would Nairobi do without WAPI?Go on as it is,isn't it?but it would be like that gum that is devoid of its core molars,everything seems OK but it really isn't..
to quote "WAPI is a British council platform that makes it possible for visual and verbal artists to showcase their art (in words and pictures).We tame the underground to mean the upcoming,the undiscovered,those who by default or design are not part of the mainstream.we believe that the underground in Kenya is a hotbed of activity and creativity and we bring some of it to the fore the discerning public through regular(monthly)WAPI programme.WAPI aspires to become a talent spotting platform- the place where tomorrows best acts are identified and enjoyed.."enough said,don't you think so?
WAPI deserves a pat on the back,a handshake and most definitely thumbs up.The job is way way above commendable.Keep kicking it WAPI, we see and appreciate you big time..
For the whole WAPI die-hard community feast on this
BEST
ITS BY DESIGN AND DEFAULT THAT WE ARE NOT IN THE MAINSTREAM
BUT WE ARE LIVING WHAT WAS ONCE A DREAM
WE WHO ARE YOUNG AND TRIM
GLAM AND CLEAN
AS BRAINY AS A CAMPUS DEAN
BUT SURPRISINGLY NEVER MEAN.
IF MUSIC IS THE HEARTBEAT
THAT WE FEEL IN OUR SOULS
POETRY IS THAT MEDICINAL BALM
TO OUR BRUISED SOULS
AND GRAFFITI IS THE VENT BY WHICH
WE LET OUT THE ISSUES IN OUR SOCIETY AND SOULS
WHY THEN SHOULD WE GET PHYSICAL
YET ATOMIC ENERGY ISN'T THE MOST CRUCIAL
AND SPOONS ARE BENT BY THE MENTAL.
WE ARE THE BEST BY FAR
WE WITH THE ART AND BLACK LIKE TAR

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