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NAP TIME

Hello…im calling you from the department of the least people who matter just so you know, these are words from a toddler not yet over diapers so its just whining. Incase you choose to ignore i will whine more.

So dear feminist. Over the couple of calendars i have watched your gal bladder stomach a lot of bile in pain and hatred for the opposite sex. Its as if Biology was to exist on one side of…

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Will it be worthy?

Will it be worthy?

I guess after this I will get used to the most silent nights .So silent that the cricket won’t need the power to amplify their music.I guess after this my hand will get used to writing or just scribbling all in the name of making my words right to her..Love..the unconquered shape shifter that just jumped to Make my face a heap of hope.But I’m still dangling amidst trying to sink into the river of…

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My mind gagged my mouth

My mind gagged my mouth

So today On a Friday was her send off. I mean the last moments or the last respects. I decided to attend the agonizing and most pain biting event of my life because the one whom i loved but knew i loved her not went to be with the angels.Irony right?? I always saw the shinning white part and the wings I mean she was so fly……. (more…)

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24_IN_254 EPISODE 1

0000hrs Ni saa sita usiku Mediator wa leo na jana mwenye u inspire hope ndani ya viumbe wamechoka. Time yenye bed ime comfort pain na sacrifice ya jana. Ndoto Ziko filled  up na hopes za  malaika kwa bedside wakipigana na bahati mbaya ya leo na jana.  Through mikono za saa kuna exchange umiliki wa siku, Jana inapatia Leo Tittle deed Leo inakuwa the new owner wa shamba. Transition  to a new…

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Heart to Heart

I’m agonizing I’m spending moments days and hours in these shackles. These ones that consume me like petrol fire. Razing and erasing every part of me. this is the only way my heart tells of the trigonometry of life. Or more love. Or most pain I won’t lie. I took myself to a class sat and chalk dusted my hands that once used to hold someone I loved. This hands that used to clasp together and my…

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Shots fired There are moments that define a man Those moments when anger doesn't determine how hard we can throw our jabs These are the moments i realize the at the war line I swore in line to protect my land Both living and dead I could tell of those down dark painted times When it all clouds you and you seem to let go of the.

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A KING IS BORN A letter that yielded to a word that produced a prophecy that foretold greatness that was never heard.birth…

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Labda Maybe ni hizi vitu ndogo ndogo unikosesha hii glory maybe ni kiburi imerefusha distance yangu na Maulana.labda ni zile top secret nimekeep in my heart knowing no one knows.ile time nashindwa kubeba Bible to church reason wataniona mi mshamba.sometimes nitaingia na softcopy yake later data on chatting online catch up only that minute later service imeisha but i cant even explain the sermon.Labda ni ile prayer mi usema before nilale then naamka kusema amen.labda ni ile usingizi unipata time ya kusoma Gospel but niko wide awake kwa movies na series.Labda ni hizi fellowship mi u kosa nikienda ni show off ya spirituality.

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Kinaya Mikono ya saa still inasonga ku handle hii situation.mheshimiwa ana release press statement maneno ni sukari.ile press statement to the oppressed juu oppressor ako depressed.ako depressed juu haezi oppress the oppressed tena.Asha gutuka alafu haezi muacha kwa deep rest.ako stressed juu ndo hii,ile jua ya early morning ikigonga jioni.

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A letter to mother nature Last night I was sitted outside my house i had spent countless hours thinking before inking this down on a paper I bet you will think im lying because my eyes are clear but bet on it what lies deep sitted in my heart hurts more than a loss.the loss of our love As i sat sitted in the darkness reminiscing of those sweet old days when all i could feel was you.the sweet noise you made .that force that made them trees dance and sing along to your rythm .Through you I could breathe fresh i could eat fresh and i bet you it was the best experience ever.

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Black and white part II

.Sikujua kuna time writing itakua painful kaa wembe kunikatakata so words inscribed kwaa hii paper ni rangi.na smell ya damu haifutiki Ilikua zeal na zest ya quest ndo ni seperate mifupa na nyama nijue ukweli wa hii day umbilical chord ilipatana na wembe Saa hii ukweli imeni strip naked of my dignity nafeel mtoto wa ndege day one kuwa ushered to the cold world After mti ya life kumea roots…

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Parables Mwanzo World kuwa empty. Spirit flying over. Then word ikafika.Akatenganisha mbingu na ardhi hatuezi kana, creativity ilikua testimony ya kwanza kufika hapa.six days God by word of mouth creation inakam to life kaa mmea.then on the sixth day akapanda mbegu.

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My bleeding heart I have decided to let my tongue move and speak out.at my age i know mnts are worthless.worthless to those whom we have given trust.trust those who have caused pain.i no longer feel pain.not even in any inch.wells of my tears dried along time ago not even roots can be seen.seen by those who take pity when they see rivers down my eyes.i will tell you the truth.the truth that will set my bound heart free.In pains of my wounds.bullet wounds at a tender age of 10 i have already entered theatres had them into my rib cage and left arm to remove them.incisions that left deep scars that remind me everyday if the very same act.its true i was ushered to the reality.I have no roots now.my blood mother raped to death in my eyesight while my father lynched by mib for the sefless service to "our nation" .true,we are true patriots.patriots that so love our nation.a nation that has been built through blood sweat and sacrifice.now i am once again fighting for independence.lets say its more of im paying the fees.i wish i could be born to your dreamlands paris iceland the states or even the united kingdom.too sad that the Kingdom from above just placed me here.here were leaders are are acting a screenplay.one that will satisfy our eyes but then it will haunt our hearts.its a game of thrones were he is talking about him that is talking about her that is talking about him but no one is talking about me.yes me.Its selfish right?.when im busy cheeering a team that doesnt even recognize my noise.It is funny.how i got the power.the right.the responsibility.to create the leadership i want.the diligent the development oriented.but then.just because whe talk the same dialect not even speaking the language of development.just that they act "coool" They will seduce me and take it from me turn it to a cult that will make me worship them.i think its the part we walked away from Him .the creator of All that was is and will be.forgive me.happiness is a lost word in my vocabulary.

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Promises The morning Rose Ile ua ukata hewa na freshness zaidi ya baridi We tu ni rafiki kwa pembe ya moyo nimekueka.cage freshi built nishakujengea Machozi kwa macho design ya streams kwa ocean.

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A LETTER TO MOTHER NATURE Last night I was sitted outside my house i had spent countless hours thinking before inking this down on a paper I bet you will think im lying because my eyes are clear but bet on it what lies deep sitted in my heart hurts more than a loss.the loss of our love As i sat sitted in the darkness reminiscing of those sweet old days when all i could feel was you.the sweet noise you made .that force that made them trees dance and sing along to your rythm .Through you I could breathe fresh i could eat fresh and i bet you it was the best experience ever. Those energy draining session that make us pant like a gazelle running from jaws of a cheetah or the panting of ghosts zombies in dreams. I remember when i used to dance in rain.like play with mud.splash water not minding the cold because its what my. Heart trully loved That same spot that the green lawn of grass growing so healthy that you could fall in love just at the first sight So last night i sat on the same place the grass was planted One thing that ran through my mind was betrayal.deciet Hatred I could easily feel soil particles get to my eyes and had to rub them time and again to get the clear picture Looking at this i noticed, We have lost touch with nature Nature .my first love thAt we shared every moment of greatness how i embraced your culture.how i could not let papers drop how i waited to plant a single tree every season to just see it grow with beauty. I remember how i used to take my best friend ,pick a flower for them fresh and they could feel the love. But its no more A sign of the hatred greed and the dishonesty in our generation And now its silent A silence that we dont like It reminds us of each and every time we get onto our forest bring down trees to build with companies directing their industry waste direct to the river were we fetch water with mind to drink.the fish in the lake are no more.i bet we cannot smell anything fishy since they are long gone We are battling to increasing ultra violent rays of the sun due to the green house effect.but what do we do? We have decided to stay hidden in our houses.the social media and our tv screens have become our marriage patners Its so simple to put blame on the government for rising of prices in comodities the same comodity from the environment we are breaking.from the mention i bet wangari mathai would be shaking in tears of disbelief of the waste of the legacy she left.poaching and killing of the wild animals cutting down of every tree that find on way.we defile even the scripture from Genesis that said "cultivate" At the end of the day Animals are going extinct feeding our children to genetically modified food with lots of chemicals.its sad how a child at the age of 5 is battling cancer.we are racing against the changed rain patterns.rising in water levels in our ocean due to melting of the ice.stacks and stacks of sunscreen lotion to prevent the sun rays I bet soon we will leave the world But before We need to really write a well explaining letter to mother nature and proclaim we are sorry Sorry for turning you into a dumping site defiling your beauty for our selfish gains and private dispositions.an elaborate explanation why we cannot walk or take a bike instead unroadworthy smoke emitting vehicles find themselves on our roads in short sorry for killing you.im sorry for ignoring your plea instead poked my fingers to what wasnt my concern It will be a tale of wet eyes that have opened and realized the depth of harm we have commited And now about to be a lifeless corpse to bid goodbye to the one place we lived but never cared an inch about There is a still silence A loud silence its lifeless The smile is gone Freshness of our air is gone we cannot even go a moment without holding our nose from stench The land is bare Rare tree species gone extinct New lifestyle sickness developing We are getting educated but no fruits Knoweledge that is never wisdom since we never put it in use. As i sat wiping my eyes of the tears of loss Of my first love I realized I had lost *i* Thank you

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MY DREAM OF BEING A DREAM FATHER Im writing this piece amidst mixture of feelings i cant really explain myself because im in the twist and turns of fear anger tears confusion.its a tale of twisted realities but my mind bangs and pains of the real truth appear to me.i know i will get emotional and for a moment i will hear boys tell me "achana na umama "local dialect that requires me to man up. But for a moment i sit think re think and it gets me over thinking of this statement Its the eve of international fathers day which rings a bell on my head that time is running A marathon that if im not aware it will catch up with me and get me panting and sweating because i am not ready.fatherhood is not just a biological adage that gives every sperm carrying being a hero to beat their chest of being fathers.am sitted on sunset thinking of one thing To be a father Theres a further work than just heading a home Standing in for a family or just that mere thought of bringing an offspring to the world Over the day i hear of conversation along the lines of "my father left us while we were young".my father is an alcoholic who cares less about us.my father married another woman.so on and so fourth Then i study the chart of being a father It entails being brought up by parents to be a man. Education which equips us with knoweledge of a good father then work that gives us the strength to be called a father.a wife and kids that will call you father Then i check back on the Bible and i find the name FATHER Our FATHER who art in heaven And then a very loud silent hits up my ears.a light darkness that makes. Me feel dizzy The thought of FATHER hits my. Mind We call God father because 1 He created us in His own image 2 He made heaven and earth for us even before we were born He laid the plan for us and made a way for us 3 He was He is and forever remains our security thats why each time get into silly or serious trouble we kneel on our knees and pray to "our father" To this now gives me the thought of the father i would want to be One day i meet a woman . Who becomes my friend That mate who is the other version of you Who knows your light and darkness Theres that thought of LOVE not the today lust and heart palpitations that come seeing a woman on street Its a thought of knowing a lady beyond the looks and the likes LOVE that makes a man A real man not a boy A man that is responsible That one that will sweat and knock out to bring up a family a place were your wife and kids will call home A roof over their head I have watched hero movies by rambo commando but my instincts command of the hero in me to provide security one that my children will see as their star to lay an arm on them is a death penalty I dream of a day were they will not ask me why? I wish to get that true feeling understanding and knoweledge so that whem my daughter turns to teen she will be aware of her changes both physical n psychological.i will make my son understand that the true measure of manhood is not laying every Grace jane and amina.but possessing real morals and principles i have learnt that theres no a true home without God as the Father in heaven So i will bring up a family that knows ans fears you God a family that is bound to worship and glorify you everyday that even when im laid out of work i will still recognize that even job was tempted by satan never did he give in to the devil due to material wealth I will never dream of going out of my matrimonial bed The woman i married remain The thought of her loosing her beauty since i saw her day one remains She will be the mother of my kids My lovely wife My soulmate forever Laying a hand on her remains the unimaginable All these make my heart and thoughts tremble of the thought of once being a father .i have learnt seeen and proved that to be a father is one thiny . Fathering a child remains the work That is why each time i get serious to work on my dreams i sleep less dream more of a better version of a human being that version that works and loves just like our Father in heaven Who doesnt love us because of our looks our yesterdays But whom true LOVE and kindness they own I have a dream I will not close an inch of my eyes before it gets true I dream of being a dream father so help me God

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MY DREAM TO BE A DREAM FATHER

Im writing this piece amidst mixture of feelings i cant really explain myself because im in the twist and turns of fear anger tears confusion.its a tale of twisted realities but my mind bangs and pains of the real truth appear to me.i know i will get emotional and for a moment i will hear boys tell me "achana na umama "local dialect that requires me to man up. But for a moment i sit think re think and it gets me over thinking of this statement Its the eve of international fathers day which rings a bell on my head that time is running A marathon that if im not aware it will catch up with me and get me panting and sweating because i am not ready.fatherhood is not just a biological adage that gives every sperm carrying being a hero to beat their chest of being fathers.am sitted on sunset thinking of one thing To be a father Theres a further work than just heading a home Standing in for a family or just that mere thought of bringing an offspring to the world Over the day i hear of conversation along the lines of "my father left us while we were young".my father is an alcoholic who cares less about us.my father married another woman.so on and so fourth Then i study the chart of being a father It entails being brought up by parents to be a man. Education which equips us with knoweledge of a good father then work that gives us the strength to be called a father.a wife and kids that will call you father Then i check back on the Bible and i find the name FATHER Our FATHER who art in heaven And then a very loud silent hits up my ears.a light darkness that makes. Me feel dizzy The thought of FATHER hits my. Mind We call God father because 1 He created us in His own image 2 He made heaven and earth for us even before we were born He laid the plan for us and made a way for us 3 He was He is and forever remains our security thats why each time get into silly or serious trouble we kneel on our knees and pray to "our father" To this now gives me the thought of the father i would want to be One day i meet a woman . Who becomes my friend That mate who is the other version of you Who knows your light and darkness Theres that thought of LOVE not the today lust and heart palpitations that come seeing a woman on street Its a thought of knowing a lady beyond the looks and the likes LOVE that makes a man A real man not a boy A man that is responsible That one that will sweat and knock out to bring up a family a place were your wife and kids will call home A roof over their head. The hardwork of termite the endyrance the pain and sacrifice to see your family grow.all that work and still be in to take them out to have fun bond together and play. I have watched hero movies by rambo commando but my instincts command of the hero in me to provide security one that my children will see as their star to lay an arm on them is a death penalty I dream of a day were they will not ask me why? I wish to get that true feeling understanding and knoweledge so that whem my daughter turns to teen she will be aware of her changes both physical n psychological.i will make my son understand that the true measure of manhood is not laying every Grace jane and amina.but possessing real morals and principles i have learnt that theres no a true home without God as the Father in heaven So i will bring up a family that knows ans fears you God a family that is bound to worship and glorify you everyday that even when im laid out of work i will still recognize that even job was tempted by satan never did he give in to the devil due to material wealth I will never dream of going out of my matrimonial bed The woman i married remain The thought of her loosing her beauty since i saw her day one remains She will be the mother of my kids My lovely wife My soulmate forever Laying a hand on her remains the unimaginable All these make my heart and thoughts tremble of the thought of once being a father .i have learnt seeen and proved that to be a father is one thiny . Fathering a child remains the work That is why each time i get serious to work on my dreams i sleep less dream more of a better version of a human being that version that works and loves just like our Father in heaven Who doesnt love us because of our looks our yesterdays But whom true LOVE and kindness they own I have a dream I will not close an inch of my eyes before it gets true I dream of being a dream father so help me God