This is the day the Lord has made, light a joint and be glad in it.
This is the day the Lord has made, light a joint and be glad in it.
It’s a busy morning here, but the balls are too excited to sit still. I don’t why.
Commit to what you can accomplish comfortably. Don’t kill yourself trying to be productive. Who knows, you might not survive this.
Smoke. Eat. Sleep. Piss. Repeat.
I am so Gay
No time for haters
Christ himself rode on an ass
There are very many people who love art but just a handful have the heart of art. It’s hard being an artist, but again being an artist can be fun. In art you can thrive or merely survive but all these have a great bearing on your attitude your goal and commitment to your art. Do you merely want to be famous? Do you want to make just money or do you want to create an impact and change lives with your God given talent?
Finding answers to this question will give you an answer to the purpose of your art. I have been a spoken word artiste for some time, not as long as your favorite but never be surprised if you heard of your favorite poet quoting my name or better quoting my lines amidst his/her performance. This happens. Anyway I will not delve in the whole issue of finding your purpose in your industry, I guess the day you decided you will be an artist you had that already figured out; if you want to make money, go ahead and don’t just make money but make more that you be nicknamed ‘money’ as they did to Mayweather. If you are in pursuit of fame then I would advise that there are other avenues that can give fame quicker; if you live in Nyeri you will know how rapping chicken and donkeys can make you famous within just minutes after the act. Why not try that? Or better yet just wake up one morning and chop the heads of your family; the next day you will be on CNN!
What am I driving at? In my opinion, no artists should prioritize fame, I believe that when you do your art fueled by passion, you will not only change lives but money and fame will chase you pants down. Take time to invest in your art by giving the best of you and building bridges that will see you pass the toughest of terrains as you pursue your ultimate goal which obviously is known only to you.
You never know who might be part of the audience
I have also learnt to make the most of my time on stage. It doesn’t matter whether you were paid to perform or not, learn to make the most of your time on stage; give your best whether the event is poorly attended or the hall is filled to thrice its recommended capacity- every audience is worth of the best from you plus you never know who might be in the audience; Do it like you were overpaid to do it! You may be surprised to be asked to remain behind and the deal you may land may change your life forever. I hope you’ll find your quest JJJJJJJ
Back in the days when school mean’t School
So I have been away for some time and I know I owe you explanations. Yeah I value every person who spares his precious time to read whatever I have written and leave a comment, a like or follow my blog. When I began this blog it was a dumpsite of some sort; a place where I could empty my mind when overwhelmed by bundles of insanity; my stories are not born of creativity, no am not creative- just a little insane. If you haven’t noticed life wouldn’t be life without insanity. However as I went on blogging and reading comments of my readers especially yours, I have changed my opinion about my blog. It is no longer a dumpsite but an oasis from where I can tap life lessons that are changing my perception about life. I read every comment posted and each has always opened my eye in one way or the other and I am forever grateful for your every shared thought. With this gratitude I also feel I ought to fulfill my portion of the bargain…to share with you and always avail content worth your time. Having failed to do this please accept my apologies. Great
Let me now get this done with, I have got a formal employment and being a demanding job (call Center) I am afraid I will not be able to keep my blog as busy as it always is but you can know I won’t stop trying. Back to business I got this piece of broken poem, No, unfinished poem in my old notebook as I was looking for original copies of my certificates. It’s unfinished but I believe even dots when joined can communicate something. I hope you enjoy it.
So it was. The sun rises from the east
So do our troubles never cease
They have hurt us but much of the hurt comes from within
Like fingers differ in length
So do we differ in strength
The unachievable goals we set bring torture
You fail you feel a low life
Broken, downcast and distraught
You look at a life once hopeful
Taking a miserable turn
And you cry, you apportion blames
You curse, you complain, you call names!
Will we ever see the reality?
That life isn’t just a pursuit of a salary
Just like you I have made strategies
To make a better me 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
#TBT# 🙂 🙂 🙂
I barely know me
I need some sort of a revelation, from he who created me
The things I swore I couldn’t do have become a part of me
The things I hate doing
Things that fill me to the brim with self-loathe
Things hidden beneath my teeth and clothes
Sometimes I think my very existence is a mistake
My shoulders are burdened by heavy bundles of blame
For a past that I had no control over
Whoever sowed my seeds maliciously laced them with ounces of shame
I am sandwiched between two extremes;
Nobody understands me, neither do I
What am I worth?
I am the color of disappointment,
A definition of failure,
The barren branch of a vine that is chopped and burnt
The path to righteousness bruised my shoulders
Vanity found me ugly, couldn’t live in me
Love chose butterflies, fled from the dull me
Behind me trail 99 problems
No one in sight to help me solve them
And I am addicted to things am ashamed to pen…
What do I stand for?
For what purpose was I created?
Am I the only one these questions?
Early in the morning, late in the night
A penny is whispering, listen and get it right
The racing Cars,the roaring planes all are voices of money
Child if haven’t known, Money is sweeter than honey
Money rules the planet
But just keep a few in your wallet
that you may not spend beyond your budget
Strive to save with every shared nugget
The Whisper of a penny is in the air, can you hear it
Telling you to save just one out of money you’re given to eat
Just save one and watch it grow in bits
Then buy a piggy bank from all you’ve saved in tins
The whisper of penny is in the air, can you hear it
Telling you to stop buying sweets
And reminding you that saving doesn’t make you miserable
But instead makes expensive things affordable
Save not only for your skating lessons
But to achieve you wildest Visions
Like owning a Bentley car
And living your life like a star
Save Save Save
For with savings…………….
You can buy a car
You can own a mansion
you can buy a yacht
And people will look at you and wonder….
How you built all that from scratch.
Yet tortured for the sake of fashion
On it you inflict wounds, incurable
I wish you knew, it could change your destination
forcing you to see a doctor
I pity you, the fifth one who stayed out
Refusing to be encased by the straps
Prickled by jagged rocks….
fed on dust….
Chocked by the straps…
Ooh the fifth one who stayed out
Will they ever hear your cry?
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