When born they called me Georgesick mother
But that ain’t the reason i am known
Growing up they called me Agak
living up to date is quite a luck

She looked at me in the eyes
Her palms as cold as ice
And as if she saw the end of time
she said to me: son
The world ain’t fair
You’ve got to fight for your fair share

The meaning was hard to unravel
Not knowing how close she had to travel
Before she ate the gravel
she said to me: son
The world aint fair
You’ve got to fight for your fair share

Losing every tear
Confirming all my fear
For a destination not so near
The world ain’t fair
You’ve got to fight for your fair share

I remember being in streets
The thought of that makes me sick
With wounds too deep to heal
The touch of death i still feel
The world ain’t fair
You’ve got to fight for your fair share

And now to all my friends
Who hustle for their daily bread
The like of Ken and Ben
The world ain’t fair
You’ve got to fight for your fair share

We’ve got to part it’s quite a shame
But who am i to take the blame
when all of you were part of the game
lets meet there when you rise to fame
For The world ain’t fair
You’ve got to fight for your fair share

George Agak


You Made Me Be Me

You Made Me Be Me

With every step i took in life, you were always there to guide and protect my interests, and at some point in my life i thought you were being so hard on me.
I wanted freedom to do all that i thought would bring me joy but having grown before me you knew the consequences of these actions that i wanted to take…How many times had you talked to me to quit doing things that would hurt my career?
Yet i never gave an ear to what you told me and at times you had to cane me to tore the line.
Having seen the sacrifices you made to see me through school,i’m now convinced that you were concerned about me and its quite unfortunate that most of the time i dissapointed you so much..What you did for me cant be paid for by any amount of money,silver or Gold!…. .But i guese you still have the grace to forgive me for having strayed and accept my gratitude..

Courtesy-Does it cost Much?

More often than not we experience certain scenarios that we never want to see or other go through again in your entire life. In offices, bus parks and social joints we are subjected to treatments that leave us wondering for how long will this drought of courtesy be with us…
Recently i was visiting a fellow student who happens to be taking a diploma course in a different institute,not known to me was that i had to leave my National identity card with the security guy…but guys isn’t there a first time for everything? is it always good to assume that everybody knows what we know?
I tell you, that gate man didn’t ask me for my card, what he did was, he let me pass but before i could walk three steps, he shouted at me in the most embarrassing way,”you fool where do you think you are going?”…i swear it took me seconds to realize that i was the fool being referred to! and before i knew it the scene had attracted so much attention.
This left wondering how much it could have cost him to ask me politely for my ID.
Needless to mention i didn’t even accomplish my mission just because of this disgusting,unprofessional security chief.
Guys lets rain courtesy in in this desert that has dried for lack of etiquette.especially in Kenya where everybody knows how lack of courtesy had cost a senior judge her job…she didn’t see the security girl as a person and mistreated her…and need i say she got recognized for that?

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