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Fat

Hi, I’m Dorcas, I had lost my beauty to spare tyres, but only 2 months in this weight loss program, I lost 50 kilos, and I’ve got my beach body back!

Hi, I’m Titus and used to have a lot of belly fat that my doctor said was the sole cause of my erectile dysfunctions but only 2 months in this weight loss program, I lost 30 kilos and I can now hit that thing!

These are the lies they have used to mint billions and leave behind broken people in pursuit of illusionary beauty.

Beauty is a multifaceted phenomenon that can’t be defined by weight alone. In fact, the last time I checked beauty wasn’t synonymous to Slim!

You peg my worth on the sizes of my body parts and expect me to use it as collateral to buy acceptance.

The media is quick to give you statistics of people who die of obesity, but they can’t tell you how many of us die of self-hate because society didn’t accept as the way we are.

They’ll proudly present to you two people who lost weight massively but won’t tell you of the thousands of plus-sized people who’ve committed suicide because of the cyberbullies they paid.

They’ll lie to you that slim people are smarter but won’t tell you that the ‘fat’ kid that came last in class spent half the term at home for fear of being bullied!

Can’t you see, that this weight issue is a propaganda propagated by schemers who want you to make a contribution to the multi-billion weight loss industry they profit from!

And I hear curvy women complain of catcalls, we plus-sized women don’t get catcalled; we get insulted!

We have been called by degrading names; pumpum, momo, superdrum, drumset, I have lost my identity trying to find where I stopped being a human being.

The society with its unrealistic expectations of what a beautiful woman should be has changed me; I’m the master procrastinator. I have a hangman’s noose on my ceiling but every time I climbed the stool, the sun seemed beautiful, I have procrastinated suicide so many times that death itself is procrastinating taking me!

The truth is, I am not fat, I’m well built. I’m not fat, I’m just big in the right places.

I’m not fat; my personality is too big to be constricted in naked bone-frames. I’m not clumsy, I’m not lazy; I’m just too busy living my life to count calories!

The bible says that my body is the temple of God, you think I’m fat? No! I’ve just created more rooms for the angels!

I wasn’t made to impress

I won’t die of stress trying to fit in a cocktail dress, see, I’ve got enough meat for the wedding dress!

Don’t tell me I’m fat when God who owns the world hasn’t complained that I take more space than what he apportioned me.

I’m beautiful the way I am. Period. I don’t even know why I had to write this to prove that to you, when you spend your days on your knees praising how beautiful and wonderful God is! Don’t you know, He’s just like me!

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MOVE

In his song ‘ Exodus’, Bob Marley repeats the word MOVE six times; Move, Move, Move, Move, Move, Move
This I guess as matter of emphasis
That stagnation is a disease
Yes stagnation is the worst kind of disease because you never even know you’re sick
As a matter of fact destitution is the destination for those who tread the path of stagnation. To be stagnant is to court destruction. Move.
This poem is for those who spend their days turning and tossing in bed yet are quick to apportion blames for their lack of money to spend. MOVE
This poem is for women whose days are split in 3 segments; They spend the 1st segment of their days standing before the mirror; perfecting their looks and marveling at how beautiful they are because to them being beautiful is an occupation.
They spend the 2nd segment of their days on YouTube tuition perfecting their mastery of the arts of attraction, seduction and acquisition.
They spend the last segment of their day on Facebook and twitter seducing sponsors because they believe that success must be sexually transmitted. MOVE
This poem is also for parents who have placed the burden of their existence on the shoulders of their children whom they both know couldn’t have existed had their mothers remembered to take the pill. Carry your own weight and MOVE.
This poem is for those stuck in abusive relationships; women whose lives have been broken into thousand bits of sexual addiction pills that their men pop whenever their illicit desires take toll, those who nurse the delicate egos of their husbands at the expense of their self-worth but still take the punches from these beasts just because of the wedding vows. Gather every shred of your sanity and MOVE
You should know you don’t need a man to survive, ladies you don’t need a sponsor to thrive. All you need to succeed and break barriers are within you. The light within you is stronger than the darkness your situation has caged you in. Just take a step and move. Don’t wait for another Moses to help you cross the red sea, be your own Moses because manna falls from heaven no more.
Unleash the power of trinity
It’s all you need to defy gravity
And let your sweat wash away your aridity
For prosperity has the strongest affinity
With those who dare challenge their adversity
And I know you’ll tell me it’s easier said than done but son, it’s only when you have placed your feet on the pedal that you can race for the medal. And you will fall countless times but as long as the sun continues to shine, keep moving for its then that with Kings you’ll dine. MOVE

Clean Slate

Clean Slate
Clean Slate

I once had a clean slate, that was long before I knew how to write nor how to erase all the letters, the words, the phrases, the sentences and the stories that told of everything the slate wasn’t meant. I believed that the slate was supposed to be as clean as the creator had handed it over to me and only him could write signs on it for me to decipher unraveling the mysteries of life.

This slate was my life, given to me in entirety, a masterpiece of a master potter whose hands weaned the universe to perfection and what a delight is it to know that of all that he created and termed beautiful, I was the best.
I was made the best without a test
But before this could sink deeper into my spiritual being
The world scrapped this zest
Like naked does to vest
Leaving a Confused mind commanded by sirens of the flesh

Life has a way of munching your self-worth, turning your unlimited potential into nothingness, stripping every shred of hope, drying all your sprinkles of happiness leaving a lost soul tempest tossed in an ocean awash with predating tongues of the human variety.

These tongues will whip your self-confidence by forever spitting into your ears that you were born by coincidence, they’ll term your existence an accident crafted by the stubborn spirit of a bastard kid who refused to remain where debris of failed abortions ought to be.

Watch how they throttle your peace, making your nights a restless spree and they mock and laugh at you as the only human being who has not a single dream.
With limiting beliefs and customs they stagnate the flow of your spirits, the spirits that the create meant to roam freely into the invisible world of abundance marinating your life with love, gratitude, self-awareness and a sense of purpose that are essential recipes for happiness.

They’ve injected you with massive doses of self-loathe by muting the whispers of your beauty and making the silence of your flaws louder than sirens as they usher you into the system of make-up, the system of Botox, steroids, collagen and silicon but no make-up can ever make up for the flaws they’ve created in your character.
They’ve poisoned your heart with hate, contempt and cynicism and you wonder why you don’t see anything good in life, you wonder why suicidal thoughts creeps into your mind every other minute when the law of attraction knows that like attracts like and when hate is all you emit into the universe, it is all you’ll get from it.

I checked my slate that I once left clean and I found it filled with all the shit that will make you wish you never lived but what would you expect when you’ve left the doors to your thoughts open and given away the master pen given to you by the creator to write you own destiny?
I have cleaned this slate and now I’m getting ready for a war, I’m getting ready for a war to snatch my pen back, a war to snatch the key to my thoughts back, A war to get my life back.

LOST

I lost the sight
Of a future so bright
I lost the identity, No longer the me I knew
Seen by many understood by few
I lost the path
To knowing what am worth
Been told am useless
But they a’int maskless
Hiding the fires in their eyes
Tryna burst my highs
If I cant be them, I don’t exist
To be me they wont resist
They wanna be me
They’d love to me
But they are lost
Hating what they’d love most..
I am lost…They are lost
We need each other to find the way

They lied to us

They said education is the key

What they never said is that corruption is the lock,

Corruption na education ni vitu incompatible

ni kama kujaribu kufungua kifuli ya solex na kifungu ya tri cycle

no wonder the common man is ever in his vicious cycle,

rat race hiyo ni mbio bila finish line how can you ever win such a race?

Kenya imekuwa ni kama shamba la wanyama where all animals are equal but some are more equal than others when it comes to sharing of national cake do we ever get our fair share? Of course no. we only get much more than our fair share when it comes to police brutality. They fire us with teargas to instill fear in us, if that fails they gang up against us with live bullets crippling, maiming and killing innocent lives but does this ever get any attention?

They lied to us when they told us that Kenya is a democratic state

when self imposed rulers rule over liberal minded citizens

and I wonder if this is what our forefathers fought for in the name of democracy or just tyranny in disguise..

Corruption na public offices zimekuwa vitu complementary

ni kama coffin na cemetery

ni kama kiwi na viatu

imezidi kufilisi mifuko ya watu

yet tuko na anti corruption yenye imekuwa useless ni kama toothless carnivora.

 

The society we value so much has lied to us in many ways

See our churches are awash with rogue pastors who preach charity yet they own private jets, they preach chastity yet they keep 100 concubines.

They preach prosperity: give and you will be given but is that always the case? They even sell prophecies all you got to do is panda mbegu kwa nambari on the screen and all your needs are met but is that always the truth? As you wait for your prophecies to come true they are smiling to the bank investing in your ignorance changing vehicles every year as you continue to languish in poverty.

They endorse fidelity in marriages yet they eat the flock, didn’t you hear of a pastor found dead in a woman’s bedroom? I don’t know much but I know for sure they were not reading scriptures in there.

It was said how important marriage is yet our streets are awash with sophisticated ladies who don’t care about marriage inheriting independence from our colonizer’s minds.

I am just so sick of this society where our young daughters are losing their virginity long before they know its spelling.

Our parents lied to us, our teachers and our leaders have done the same but I want to tell you one truth: You cannot feature in a future you haven’t pictured. For you to feature into the future you need to picture the future because the history of the future lies in the mystery of the scriptures, so read the scripture for there lies your future.

Africa U Night Hailed

Clarissa and Poeta
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
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
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
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
Poeta n Prince

 

Agak The Noise Maker
Agak The Noise Maker