Now that 2015 has come to end, its only logical to sit down and analyze what went wrong to be ditched and what went right to be extrapolated in 2016. As I checked my blog I realized that I have had periods of dryness; periods when nothing came forth to my loyal readers, those who have been reading all of my posts, rating, liking and commenting on my writes. most of the time this can be attributed to the fact that my hustles have been taking me off the couch into places far away from my keyboard. Another reason is that I am still looking for a reliable yet affordable internet connection to be able to post these writes daily. I hope 2016 will present more quality problems like ” Oh my God How do I begin to respond to 200 comments?” and ” Ohh my goodness how could I post 10 writes in a day? this is killing my readers! Lol.
As I am waiting for 2016 to unfold, I want to thank all those who visited my blog and helped make it what it was! Honestly 2015 has been the year in which I accomplished a lot, I even submitted my nature poems to Avocet- An American Nature Journal and two of them got published! there are some bloggers that are worth the mention, they have been visiting this blog now and then making it even busier. they include:
Paul F Lenzi
Shadow of Iris
Very many other writers with strange pen names that I cant remember without exiting this draft and going deeper into the blog stats. I say Thank You for the far we’ve come. Actually if your name appears on ‘The Most Valued Friends” section of my blog, just know you’re highly valued. stick by me as we get ready to unravel the mysteries of 2016. Happy Blogging in 2016.
Love, If You’ve got to flee
Leave the door open
That this hollowness may follow you
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
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A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,100 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 52 trips to carry that many people.
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I have been standing here too long
Counting all that I’ve lost
The love of my life is mute
Ignoring my advances to have her close
Building walls with pillars of my love
Anchoring my love for her on lies
Of her past lover
How many times do I have to call
When I know she won’t pick up?
How many words do I have to speak
To ears blocked with hate
For all beings male?
Does she care what I do?
Does she care what i feel?
Does she care who I spend my time with?
She’s left me in a state of apathy
She cares of nothing about us
what i thought we had
never existed in the first place
I’m back in this room I know too well
Soon the blood shall flow
And the smell will summon them
The hungry mongrels
To grab my heart pieces
like roasted hooves
of a slain lamb
How many times do you have to be heartbroken for you to realize that this thing called love is a Grand Illusion
Lost in meditation
seeking a panacea for this pain
The heart you stabbed needs a dose of your medication
The chief’s daughter is heavy
The chief’s daughter must be heavy
She has lost the wasp waistline
Her hips have so much widened overnight
And her tummy is shaping like Ohigla
The Chiefs Daughter must be heavy
See how she spits anyhow
Her mood has changed for the worse
As her breasts are getting bigger
But who has done this to Adhiambo?
Could it be the son of Odero
Or that University boy who lives in Kisumo
I heard he was seen here
But nobody could understand him
He swallowed kisungu like jarachar
Who could have known he pounds cunt?
Adhiambo was a good girl
I thought my son would marry her
Ohh poor lad, he lost his chances
When he dropped out of primary five
Now the elders must be called
Jagam must be found
So Adhiambo can be married
Before her ball is too big for the chief’s pitch
Her eyes a pair of ball of fires
Her breath a ceaseless ricochet of revenge
She coils her anger into viral threads
Contagious Venom that leaves faces frowned
Eyes wet, and hearts broken
She’s on rampage
Like an uncaged vampire
Melting metal bars,
All in a bid to strike!
The fangs are out already
Be warned she’s out tonight
Yesterday was one of the worst days, i’ve ever had….I woke up at 5 am and left for Kahawa for shoot. Even as I left my house and whispered my prayers with padlock in my palms I felt something sinister was impending. When I reached Rounda, I decided to get in a café and break the fast, half-way through the session the producer calls and insists that I have to wait for some two beautiful virgins as they do not know where the shooting will be done…I sat for close to two hours. watching touts fight, assuming beggars do not see me ,scratching my head, licking my lips and blowing my nose. Finally the ladies showed up looking like Mps’ Clandes and the way they initiate their conversations like they arrived 30 mins before you did, do you even get a room to complain? They are the first to spot a mathree plying the route and head for it, I stay behind insisting that we take another vehicle, something in me was against boarding the van but two against one; they win. Little did they know that just few seconds in the van one was to miss her phone. I just heard “ my phone woiyee! please give me back my phone…..its everything I need”…and the son of a bitch just jogged as the touts watched and I could do nothing as well. she cursed, she cried, she felt sore and bitter at everything…….After waiting for hrs for my scene to be shot, shooting ended at about 8:30 pm, my scene not shot still and I come home and this juicy neighbor’s daughter meets at the staircase and smiles and asks me where I had been. She says, “aki tuligonga mlango yako mara mob, tunaona slippers kwa mlango but hatujakuskia ukipiga kelele (we knocked your door sverally, we saw your slippers at the verandar but we havent heard you shout)for the past three days, we thought you were DEAD!” I have been thought of as insane so many times but this was the first time I have been assumed DEAD… Woiyeee is death looming…let it wait a bit, I need to father a dozen kids .
She wanted a star for a lover
I shone so bright laming the moon
Turning her bed into erotica furnace