Defy Gravity

This life we’re given is short
Too short to see enough
Too short to do enough
But still we make a difference

We rise beyond limits
We heal with every compliment
We strive, we triumph, we learn
We live for others
We share, we cure
The hollowness of a heart

But this life is precious
The candle may burnout
Before we reach the end of the tunnel
Then we lie we lived to the fullest
And graves become wealthier

We apportion blames
For goals unattained
Excuses relieving us
But puzzles remain unsolved

I did my part…
The marketer failed me
The lecturer failed me
The pastor robbed me
My parents broke me!

The greatest man I know
Bob Nesta Marley
Impacted the world
With positive vibrations
Without a social media account!

So Rise, Rise
Legends aren’t made
In comfort zones

Hearts will shrink

There comes a day when reality will spill on the pages of our lives, when your heart will shrink to encapsulate the little I offered. And we’ll weep why love always is an improper fraction, weighty expectations on malnourished shoulders

A friend of speed (REMIX)

A friend indeed is a friend of speed

Someone who gives a shoulder when you’re weak

He avails whatever in his reach whenever you seek

Someone who chose to be with you despite your inequities

And when you are at the verge of giving up he reminds you of your abilities

A Friend who will not sit back and watch you take poison

But will help you potentiate the concoction

And take it with you when suicide becomes the only option

Someone who will turn her long skirt into micro mini and give you the extra piece to patch your torn pants

Someone who interrupts your sleep just to say goodnight

Someone who will talk to you all night when you’re sick of insomnia

Someone who will reduce himself to a hankie when tears flow

Someone you can tell “let’s go to hell” and all he asks is “when?”

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It’s quite a shame you never met any of the above criteria

I never knew you, but I opted to help

When you had nothing, mired in shame

Put a roof over you and before you a plate

You trashed my art and called it pursuit of cheap fame

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And I gave you time hoping our friendship would blossom

But instead you became a deeply rooted weed harbored in the depths of my heart choking every illustrious sprouts of goodness I had been sprinkling for years

And now a mention of your name just makes me wanna throw up

For the rust you left on the walls of my heart has culminated into something different, I spend every day of my life scrubbing these walls and what’s more every particle of rust pitted crawls along with tiny peelings of trust and generosity I’ve got left…so how can I ever trust again

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As the sun rises from the east

so will your troubles never cease

I thought I was your cure but you saw me as the disease

Never expected thanks but those words shouldn’t have escaped your lips

I read about it but you made me feel the pain of Judas’ Kiss

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Just like fingers differ in length

So do we differ in strength

Even an elastic band can only stretch to a limit

No matter what I did in your world I couldn’t fit in

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You came in as a victim of worldly torture

Enslaved in sort of mental stupor

I gave you a home

And shoes to cover your feet

Then you served me a taste of Judas’ kiss

Copyright ©George Agak 2014

Formally Employed #TBT

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# 🙂 🙂 🙂

 

 

Questioning Fate

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?

 

Judas’ Kiss

I never knew you, but I opted to help
When you had nothing, mired in shame
Put a roof over you and before you a plate
You trashed my art and called it pursuit of cheap fame

As the sun rises from the east
so will your troubles never cease
I thought I was your cure but you saw me as the disease
Never expected thanks but those words shouldn’t have escaped your lips
I read about it but you made feel the pain of Judas’ Kiss

Just like fingers differ in length
So do we differ in strength
Even an elastic band can only stretch to a limit
No matter what I did in your world I couldn’t fit in

You came in as a victim of worldly torture
Enslaved in sort of mental stupor
I gave you a home
And shoes to cover your feet
Then you served me a taste of judas’ kiss

Africa U Night Hailed

Clarissa and poeta

My keyboard is an epitome of aridity. With all the consonants I still can’t make up words right enough to describe what I have in mind. And my mind is still not able to fully perceive what the maker of this lovely planet unfolded before my eyes today. How am I going tell this story? Simple, I am going to close my eyes and scribble anything related to this event on a page in any language that my tongue can roll to. That said. Where do I begin?

Africa U Night, the event that had trended (maybe is still trending) on twitter since the week began was finally here. Mavuno church was the destination and if you had never set a foot there like me there was an option-you could miss lunch and begin your search for the venue much earlier lest you miss some of the performances. To be honest, events will come and go but Africa U Night will still remain as a reminiscence of what good poetry is all about. For the first time I saw poetry escape the lips of the talented poets, hover in the room and finally encaving us in some sort of a dome filled with euphoria and bitterness. The event presented by the ARTEAST HUB had much more than just poetry. I tell you the poets deserved the tittle not as common these days when anybody who can create simple rhymes like Embrace and Empress call themselves poets. They had content and nobody had to be told to listen- the words themselves were powerful enough to arrest the attention of the audience and journey with them in that poetic adventure. There was also music. I still can’t compare the vocals of PHY to any other artist. She is the Kenyan Version of Emeli Sande.

Vanessa Poet

Fast forward, the first performer was Le chatelier and it seemed the price of disappointing the audience was too high for him to afford. His comprehension of the Queens language was exemplary. His piece was short and very informative. The MC Poeta equaled the task shooting his sick punch lines in the name of Kujichocha. You just had to pendaa his stuff.

Vanessa Ombura took the stage and froze the audience to a pin drop silence. The words strictly lined with the theme left the audience screaming at the end of the performance. Poeta had to beg the audience to stop screaming such crazy chants like Thitima! Thitima! And allow the next poet to take stage.

L7 Empire is a cohort of Murderers-they killed it

virusi Mbaya

Comprising of four artists: Virusi Mbaya, Cilabies Mgonjwa, Muarab and chief Kaddif, L7 Empire is taking Kenya by storm. Their lyrical prowess is out of this planet added to their sound content and mastery of their pieces-you get a free ticket to wonderland and they are not bragging about it!

They performed two pieces mheshimiwa usinigei doo that spoke of all the ills that we Kenyans are subjected to by the so called waheshimiwa. The other piece: bila madeni mafan wanatudai that spoke of the contributions of artists in fighting the societal ills. L7 empire will continue to rule because of one thing, they speak of the problems we encounter everyday not only in Kenya but in Africa. Their choice of words is excellent they use words so weighty!

Ronnie Prince

The only prince in the ghetto, Ronny proved he is no longer a poet but a prophet. He prophesied that soon Obesity will also be a disease in Turkana. He also echoed the cries of the real Kenyan heroes felled by political bullets: TJ Mboya, Pio pinto, Robert Ouko and JM Kariuki. He prophesied that soon the hunger of these fallen heroes will be over as they will be served justice. Where do people get such creativity? Maybe only prophets like Ronny Prince are able to create such powerful words out of carcass of fallen heroes.

Shanky Abbs and Shikz proved they are not merely pretty but are pretty creative. Forget about the serenity in their dressing that depicted true African women. Their performances took us to a soul hunting mode. You only realize you didn’t carry your hunkies after such a performance. Tears rained and reigned.

The event was one of its like, an event worth every cent and second spent. Even after spending part of my time reporting about this event I still believe I should apologize to all the artists who performed everybody who attended this event and the Arteast Hub for failing to find the appropriate words to tell all about this event. In short the artists frankly lit the room with words. Set it ablaze.

Finally today being siku ya mashujaa I celebrate the following poets as my heroes:

L7 Empire Crew, Shanky Abbz, Ronny Prince, Le Chatelier, Vanessa, Poeta, Femi, Shikz, Vince, Murathe, Kennet B and many more. I celebrate you as my heroes because you have been the light of this society, always rebuking the wrongdoings of our leaders without fear while embracing the efforts made by fellow citizens to rebrand Kenya. May you live long to inspire the next generations.

Poeta n Prince

 

Agak The Noise Maker