Sometimes it takes a little more than age and gray hair to understand situations. The fact that you saw the sunlight before I did doesn’t make everything I do wrong. Actions are not really the problem but rather the intentions behind them…And who said I don’t have my private life? I am an open book as you said. Covers already torn, read me but never edit what you never authored in the first place!
“When you nurture Nature, Nature nurtures you.”
these are the words of Donald L. Hicks a fellow human who found it in his bones to care for nature, I know you haven’t heard of him, we have become deaf and as blind as bats or worse coz bats at least know how hissing in the air helps avoid collision on trees’ trunks and branches. So at least they know trees should exist and leave them their space. But we’ve become a destructive lot. We’ve lost our purpose. Welcome to the beginning when there was the word, and the word was with God and the word was God. The very God who authored two books first the scriptures which is obvious to you and secondly the creation which we have all taken up arms against.
After creation, man was not only given the Garden of Eden to provide for all his needs but also got highly elevated as the caretaker of the creatures.
Man was made the CEO of creation
But it seems he misunderstood the meaning of CEO and took it as a Call to Extinct Organisms and it hurts me to prophesy that by the time my grandchildren will be of my age elephants will merely be examples used in classrooms to teach biology students what it really means for an organism to be extinct.
We have perfected the art of environmental degradation. So we’ve got to reap the harvests from poisoned soils and we wonder why men succumb to hypogonadism and the entire human race is rapidly getting wiped off the face of earth by cancers
We spend the better part of our lives exploiting our environment in search of ways to boost our treasury
Evading reality that life isn’t just the pursuit of a salary
God perfectly balanced the equation of creation
The gazelle was to feed on vegetation
The vegetation covered the earth surface inhibiting erosion
And trees purified air and summoned rain so why need irrigation?
The birds were the melody of creation; you only knew its dawn when you heard cocks crow and sunbird sing to welcome the sunshine that was eagerly awaited for by plants to cook their meals that spurred energy in every moving creature.
But man has since constipated the whole art of creation
You probably think that I speak out religious obligation
But even if I took God out of the equation
You won’t need rocket science to see how we contribute to this pollution
Instead of nurturing the environment he’s become a champion of its destruction
You burn and choke air with dangerous chemicals and still yap about ozone layer depletion
You cut trees for commercial agriculture
Forgetting that without trees there won’t be rain and you’ll digging graves for the farming culture
You are led by greed: killing thousands and thousands of elephants for ivory and still feel offended when called a vulture
Sometimes we’ve got to fight the government for the sake of environment
Or what shall we do when the people we entrust with conservation of natural resources are the same people at the helm of ivory trade?
Mother Nature is weeping, but do we even care?
Cutting thousand trees and planting none but we can’t see that’s unfair
We are speedily driving to our graves it’s time to shift the gear
And change the course of human race to make the bright future near
We are great beings but just obstinate
You know what’s right but you persist in doing wrong,
We can heal the world if we become considerate
Let’s stop poaching, let’s stop pollution and have some trees grown
It’s only then that we can look at future with hope
Of what benefit is it to have a fine house without a tolerable planet to put it on?
You have a choice, to heal or to infect
But when the last tree is cut and the last fish killed, the last river poisoned, and then you will see that you can’t eat money.
‘Pull it out,’ she said, grabbing my fly
Her breasts half exposed, she’s already ripe
Her lips nipping my neck
Her breasts prickling my chest
Taking my hand, she thrust it deep in her pants
The warmth, the moisture, the sensation raised my shaft
Breathing heavily, her heartbeat racing faster, can you hear it?
Her lips pressed on mine, she is a pro at this, she thrust her tongue deep in my mouth
Moving it in and out I guess faking what she wanted to feel deep between her thighs
Seizing her breast in my hands, she groaned and moved even closer
She is ready for a shot
Should I have this?
No, tis too early, before the ‘No” could escape ma lips
She had managed to pull it out…No time to toy
After 2hrs… ‘Remind me of your name’?
‘I didn’t know we were strangers’!
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.
So I am here just doing my stuff. I have no problem with anyone, it’s just me and my computer my only companion that never get bored with my attitude and foul moods. This is my destiny, enslaved to words. You see I live by words , if words ceased to exist today I would die of hunger. Honestly I can’t stomach the arrogance of Bosses and the unrealistic goals they set for you plus waking up in the night just to arrive to the office on time is worse than prison bars to me. I recently got a call center job with one of the biggest digital TV firms in Kenya , the salary was good and I knew I was for it. After attending the training for three days, I still thought it was the best job for me. A chance to practice all I was taught in PR class but all changed the minute I was to press the tip of my pen on the contract. That form just stood there, no glared at me and as I looked keenly at it I realized how useless it was, whatever they used to make that paper could have been used to make a toilet paper coz that’s what I needed. I wanted the quickest point of egress coz I wasn’t going to explain to anybody why I couldn’t sign the paper. Everybody finished and all eyes roved me , I didn’t have to see her face but I knew the HR was burning maybe with fury or loathe whatever it was. Need I care?
I shoved the paper across the table to her, pocketed my pen and picked my file….there was no way I was trading 6/7 days of my week for papers. In plain language I left the job for I knew it was wickedly availed to enslave this son of a peasant.
Now that is that. Like I began I am just here doing my stuff and then this guy initiates a chat on Facebook. He is not strange to me at all but his conversations are. He sent me a friend request last year and since then he had been busying me with uncalled for chats. It’s now months since he last sent me text but today he decided to break the silence. This doesn’t offend me at all, what I find offensive is that this guy is trying to seduce me to be his lover!
Seriously do I bear the slightest resemblance to any female creature in this planet? Or is this guy getting constipated in the mind? I guess he is silently telling me that I should be gay! No. Never. I swear. How can I ever be gay when there are countless beautiful ladies who need men to marry them or at least to make scream when lights dim?
My phone isn’t very good with pictures but I hope you can follow bits of this conversation. If you’re able to get a glimpse of his name, check him on FB and tell him to stop pursuing sexual satisfaction on Facebook. Need I say he is a Ghanaian and I am Kenyan…did he think we’ll be mating on Skype?
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?
If you may decide to plant some seeds
Be ready with a hoe to remove the weeds
And a watering can to feed them water
That the ground may not be a roaster
Lest they prematurely wither
If you may decide to plant some seeds
Be sure to note potential risks
Is this a barren land?
Will they break the ground above the peeping sand?
If you may decide to plant some seeds
Be sure to support failing knees
Of your beloved overladen
As she walks this earth, Rugged
If you may decide to plant some seeds tonight
Be there as a guide that they may grow upright
Avail some shillings for their meals
And a little more for school fees
If you may decide to plant some seeds
Build a capacity to provide their needs
A home founded on love
And roofed with the peace of dove
Like a farmer…….
Let good values be the manure
That you teach them as they mature
Let the hoe be a rod
That corrects them when they go wrong
Let the water-can be a source of hope
That may rekindle them when all is gone
Ooh before you decide to plant even a single seed
You need to know he won’t feed on sneeze!
Curiosity killed a cat, so they say
Who is she to ask if I am gay?
She is on a risky mission
And so obstinate is she, ignoring voices of reason
Why does she want to know too much
When still this young?
Today she invaded my privacy
Tis obvious she had illicit intentions
School girls? No, I stick to my ecstasy
I’ve outgrown this, no time for half-dose injections