george Agak


George Agak
George Agak
I grew up in the countryside where there was no glamour of the city life. My life revolved around hoes, jembes and machetes; farm life. I wanted a break from that life and maybe that is why I performed well in class during my days as a pupil in the elementary school.

I don’t know why it had to be me, but I learnt from my own experience that a trace on a Mendelian chart isn’t enough to make a man a father; it takes more to own that tittle. And sperm donors aren’t fathers; they are specimen in the laboratory of life. So I am a victim paying for sins of some two youths who couldn’t resist the urge to taste each other when they got lost in throes of passion. For years I dreaded the night I was conceived. Mostly because I wanted to know more about me but nobody knew even as much as I knew to be able to fill my cup. Need I say I am still trying to discover me?

I don’t really know much about me, especially my roots but I do know some years ago I began an affair with writing. In primary school my best subject was English especially creative composition writing; Most of the time I topped the class and Madam began a tradition of reading my writes in class as everybody listened.
After high school I got slow on the pen. Having failed to achieve a university score, some sense of self-loathe crept in me and I didn’t need any price tag to appreciate the bitter truth that my worth was gone. I wasn’t going to be a journalist as I had dreamed and these thoughts drove me further away from my pen. After spending some years outside sticking my fingers into small businesses (hawking to be precise) I got a chance to study a management course at Kenya Institute of Management. I specialized in PR. While there I met wordpress.

I began using wordpress without even knowing how to tag a post and I found it the most boring site I had ever interacted with. So my site became Idle for a years and months. But recently something happened, I woke up to the realization that poetry was my thing and where else could I publish my poems if not wordpress? I have also learnt of my affinity to performance poetry and now I don’t have to downplay it when I say that: I am a very honest guy who values expression by pen. A writer, blogger and spoken word artist. I write to trace my thoughts not to show how good I am with words, if you are looking for word genius you are in the wrong place but if you are in love with stories and poetry that revolves around our daily lives then get in and close the door behind you!
In this blog I share my experience on life. What I see happening and lessons I draw from them. You will know more of me as time goes by but please not every ‘I’ in my writing refers to ‘me’. Some ‘Is’ will be imaginary. I hope you’re aboard this flight!

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                1. Thank you so much SaBiscuit for finding time to read my writes, as I have always done you can bet you will find content worth reading plus expect me to sojourn on your blog…I just hope I am welcomed . As for you, just call this home

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        1. I think that WordPress may have decided that you are a spammer. Sometimes they suspend bloggers who appear to be spamming other blogs. Why don’t you ask WordPress administration if they blocked your blog? Kisses!

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                  1. OK. lets say grinning and smiling may leave lines on your face,hasten aging face but I chose to get wrinkles smiling with the people I care for than grinning at people who want to see me six feet deep beneath the ground

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  1. I appreciate your mention of not alwats writing in first person. As writers, poets, and observers we often do phrase things with “I” but, don’t mean us per say. Sometimes I struggle with sharing works like this because it causes confusion and misunderstanding. A disclaimer so-to-speak definitely helps.

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  2. “I write to trace my thoughts not to show how good I am with words, if you are looking for word genius you are in the wrong place but if you are in love with stories and poetry that revolves around our daily lives then get in and close the door behind you!”

    I feel the same way about my writing. I care about ideas and feelings. Words are tools, not gods.

    Your enthusiasm and confidence are contagious! Thank you. 🙂

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    1. Thank you for such a complement. I read other people’s work and I am left wondering I should call my self a writer. But I do have thoughts that I can share with the world and that’s what I do. I write to share and not to show how better I am in writing..

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  3. Hello, You found the blog where I post my thoughts and experiences with photography. If you browsed more than my last article you will have noticed that I only discuss photography.
    Nice to be in contact, now that I know about you a will spend some time wandering through your site so I can find out about you.

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      1. You see, you’re one of the “beautiful” people who make me feel cheered when I come on here!
        I earlier explained in one poem about my pain, and that if no one hears from me it is because I’m trying to deal with it. It causes my joints to hurt including my spine, so typing can take extra effort. Anyway still I rise!

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        1. And you’ll still rise.. there are moments that silence is all you need to deal with your demons, I do the same. after sometime you rise above it all with medals. one of the *beautiful people* I am flattered, my ego is now the size of an elephant. 🙂 *hugs*

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            1. OM I realized I needed to be more awake than drunk if I had to get these bills paid freelancing, coffee is damn good at that…plus there has been a high inflation on beer in this part of the world, we’re soon leaving it for the nobles only.

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  4. Thank you for the follow Mr.! And I am glad you stopped by my blog if only for a brief spell as it allowed me to toddle over to your space and learn more about you. I admire your transparency and word spin! You can still be a journalist and report happenings– or even better non-happenings as was your dream. I wanted to be a philosopher for which I thought I needed a Doctorate; or at least a long beard and staff. A year ago I claimed it to be so and so it is.

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  5. Writers bleed ink, whatever the color. My friends ask with expectation, “So what have you published?” And I answer with my modest fare, as though being published is validation for the statement, “I am a writer.” As you, I am a writer. To not write is to not breathe. Better dead and decaying than not breathing. Not writing. So I leave myself, as do you, out there in black against white — although not so stark and not so black and white — for others to read and react. My one kick against WordPress is the “Like” option. I hate the “Like” option. It’s similar to that third grade book report, “I like this book and think everyone should read it.” Comments, however? I “Like” Comments. And, if you wish, I’ll follow you and make my comments. Not to complain about or downgrade your work, but to challenge you. As I would you challenge me. I remember working in a textile factory where a huge banner was stretched along the wall. It read, “Good enough is not good enough anymore.” I’m not sure everyone in the factory read it. Or if they read it, understood it. Thank you for happening upon “Life as We Know It,” and for deciding to follow my work. When you stop by in the future, leave a comment: good, bad, or indifferent. Meh! LSM. USA. North Carolina. Sugar Mountain.

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    1. Thank you Mr. SkipMars. Expect more of me on your blog. I also love comments more than ‘Like’. You know ‘Like’ is no metric for growth. It’s just a lazy click to show ‘I care’. These could be misread as perfection!
      It’s true what they wrote: “Good enough is not good enough anymore.”..growth trashes status quo!


              1. And so you should. I like to believe that we can rise above the context we were born into. I’m just a stranger trying to help raise you up. I know though that it’s easier said than done. We’ll chat some more, I’m sure.

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                    1. I’m so glad you did this. I thought you had changed your mind. I posted mine that day. It’s called “Something happened” Post yours. After you’ve posted, I can add something about the prompt and you can create a link to mine and I’ll reblog yours. Tell me what works for you.

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  6. You are fraudulently using RONAYE SHANDLER HUDYMA as a tag or keyword to direct search results to your site and poetry. Please REMOVE all references at once! A complaint has been filed.

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  7. George, I’m glad I came across your blog. I too resonate with long periods of being in the lost wilderness, wrestling with Jesus to find meaning, and dedicating to the pen to make up for lost time.Thanks for your writing brother.

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  8. George, I love the honest presentation of your blog. Out of your darkest corners of life you have created a jewel. Congrats! No doubt you are a great poet and this blog is therapy to you as is mine to me. I will get to your poems later.


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