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Then the matatus silently find their way to their car wash The mtura guy sets down Mama mboga is dozing off as her lamp flickers weakly, The paraffin is out. The jaba man if setting down the base Then sweeps it clean for the stories next morning. The watchman is working on his torch Often seen biting the Duracell battery. The sun has long set Kamiti prisoners walk back to their bars I'm done with mine Sad thing my bars don't have rhymes The punchlines are heavy enough to keep each line in sink It's calm. I don't like the silence. It gets me lonely and lonely makes me suicidal. It's not the first time I'm attempting suicide Funny how I still call it attempting hoping it could happen. I have the rope and the poison I'm lost for choise But hopefully one kills me Funny how I still talk of hope When hopelessness is the reason I wanted to do this anyway. (goes on in the next book... Watch out) 📷 @sogallo_ (at Nairobi, Kenya) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn9XRFxhotW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13wnah87psef4

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I'm sharing my love with my readers in my book 😍😀 Get your copy today! 💜 Tag someone you think should get this book! #tearsofthepen 📷 @sogallo_ (at Nairobi, Kenya) https://www.instagram.com/p/BntoIwEFdi6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qmkiiupb5zgj

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At some point I wanted to model. I thought I'd ever appear on the coolest magazines... Talk of @voguemagazine @elleusa I said to my self, "You have enough raw emotions for this..." I wanted to become a super model. I thought I had a face to it Before fear and insecurities crept into my sheets kept me at bay from surfing on my dreams... Eventually, that is all it ever became. A dream @lensesdontlie https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnnm8-Rhpuj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1obf2op3v9ioe

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⚠️🌹LoNG POST Alert 🌹⚠️ I know social media tries to draw the line between personal and public but I think we've been publicly personal before its existence. So the past few weeks have been the hardest. I'd been beaten up round and square by what you'd rather call life. Especially with the release of my book. Oh God I don't even wanna go there. But each day God pushed once more each morning. Each day he rose me up and gave my feet new strength. I ran up and down on those streets and delivered my books. I have hard times before but this period has really not been a walk in the park. What gives me joy is seeing all this kids take pride in their poetry. Even in as much as social media will scrap out my faults, kids out there are inspired to do more. That is a blessing I don't take for granted. And to my lovely supporters and fans! Thanks for pushing me and supporting my work. Each day I'm therefore inspired to do more. I have so much strength. Even when people and organizations say no, God doesn't and that encourages me as a young woman! ❤ All love. Thank you for your time. Be inspired today 🌹 #TearsOfThePen (at Central Province) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnRyPHsBqvh/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=rgez3u57eqp5

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Take advantage fam. Share. Tag a friend. (at Nairobi, Kenya) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnGqAZvB5uM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ts8mw9747y9r

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Alafu ati I look like Winnie Mandela? 🙄😎🙌 (at Kahawa, Nairobi Area, Kenya)

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Help us Share! ❤ (at Nairobi, Kenya)

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Hey Dad, First I'm sorry! In this letter, I will be weak I will be the weakest human being to ever to write You will not like my thoughts in this one Sorry I know we don't have weak conversations Maybe it because I don't like to show You that side of me, But at this point I got to. Dad I've made mistakes That I don't want to correct. Your silence has constantly made me look For you in human beings They said you were in each one of us They lied Dad You ain't Unless I've been hanging out with aliens. Last we spoke, I sat by the ocean and you promised to see me through You promised conversations but you've not been talking It's breaking dad, things are falling apart My spirit is growing weaker And I hate how social media is painting a perfect picture Carrying with it my image Scrapping out the faults. Dad, they keep going away I'm loosing too many and the frustration is causing more damage I'm starting to consider being hardheaded and selfish It just might work I dunno you tell me... Is it wise to keep them around knowing they will one day leave? Tell me, I'm growing weak. The ocean swept WA Ceddy away Ceddy is far off in the east And Kamande is living his life Well I, I'm still wasting my money in restaurants To avoid the loneliness in my house Daddy, I tried to look for family in people But, everyone has an expectation I can't meet What do I do daddy? I don't want to be lonely I hate being lonely! But I took a life time to know who I am and what I want, How do I now drop all that? Would you? Hey, we are talking! Say something! Are you listening? Is this a conversation or I'm I speaking to my self? Daddy, will you still stay quite? Did I wrong you too? In case you won't speak, Just hold my hand then I'm getting really cold and weak I don't want to meet you soon Kids look up to me They live in the reality of my dreams I swear, I don't want to do this I never liked flowers Last time I saw dry wreaths They looked ugly... Help me get through this I'm weak, do you see me? Daddy do you...see... M... #tearsofthepen 📸#KikiPicha (at Central Province)

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Hey Dad, First I'm sorry! In this letter, I will be weak I will be the weakest human being to ever to write You will not like my thoughts in this one Sorry I know we don't have weak conversations Maybe it because I don't like to show You that side of me, But at this point I got to. Dad I've made mistakes That I don't want to correct. Your silence has constantly made me look For you in human beings They said you were in each one of us They lied Dad You ain't Unless I've been hanging out with aliens. Last we spoke, I sat by the ocean and you promised to see me through You promised conversations but you've not been talking It's breaking dad, things are falling apart My spirit is growing weaker And I hate how social media is painting a perfect picture Carrying with it my image Scrapping out the faults. Dad, they keep going away I'm loosing too many and the frustration is causing more damage I'm starting to consider being hardheaded and selfish It just might work I dunno you tell me... Is it wise to keep them around knowing they will one day leave? Tell me, I'm growing weak. The ocean swept WA Ceddy away Ceddy is far off in the east And Kamande is living his life Well I, I'm still wasting my money in restaurants To avoid the loneliness in my house Daddy, I tried to look for family in people But, everyone has an expectation I can't meet What do I do daddy? I don't want to be lonely I hate being lonely! But I took a life time to know who I am and what I want, How do I now drop all that? Would you? Hey, we are talking! Say something! Are you listening? Is this a conversation or I'm I speaking to my self? Daddy, will you still stay quite? Did I wrong you too? In case you won't speak, Just hold my hand then I'm getting really cold and weak I don't want to meet you soon Kids look up to me They live in the reality of my dreams I swear, I don't want to do this I never liked flowers Last time I saw dry wreaths They looked ugly... Help me get through this I'm weak, do you see me? Daddy do you...see... M... #tearsofthepen 📸#KikiPicha (at Central Province)

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📸 @sogallo_ When I close my door at the end of the day I'm alone. Regardless of the a million hugs and warm shakes, When I lock the door, I'm alone. It might not be on of the best nights I paid tax today. Tax that needs to guarantee my health Never mind I'm on meds to stay sane. I have an instagram dosage of 1X35 On an average good day Twitter might be higher. I find it easier. All this social places that fancy a mis placed anti social. When I sit alone, I regret the vat coins How do they help me anyway? I regret the dosage, ain't it only dragging me behind Sometimes I miss my friends But my friends don't So, it's fair to keep alcohol in the house Than pour on her on her birthday, Talk about her. She is good company, She is who I'd want to be In another life... Her prowess in seeing a freaky face Gasp fi air 4.44 VW. She must have been fed honey as a child But, shit don't make sense now I have a crow For maize, I get a full package of pretense Coated in white pages With righteous black writings It's an expectation I should meet I hate attention I don't want fingers pointing at me from outside I hate things that don't reach the inside A Lil manicured though... When I close my door I'm alone You don't know me, Unless you read me in a book Tears of The Pen Perhaps? Who knows. #IAmThinking (at Central Province)

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📸 @sogallo_ When I close my door at the end of the day I'm alone. Regardless of the a million hugs and warm shakes, When I lock the door, I'm alone. It might not be on of the best nights I paid tax today. Tax that needs to guarantee my health Never mind I'm on meds to stay sane. I have an instagram dosage of 1X35 On an average good day Twitter might be higher. I find it easier. All this social places that fancy a mis placed anti social. When I sit alone, I regret the vat coins How do they help me anyway? I regret the dosage, ain't it only dragging me behind Sometimes I miss my friends But my friends don't So, it's fair to keep alcohol in the house Than pour on her on her birthday, Talk about her. She is good company, She is who I'd want to be In another life... Her prowess in seeing a freaky face Gasp fi air 4.44 VW. She must have been fed honey as a child But, shit don't make sense now I have a crow For maize, I get a full package of pretense Coated in white pages With righteous black writings It's an expectation I should meet I hate attention I don't want fingers pointing at me from outside I hate things that don't reach the inside A Lil manicured though... When I close my door I'm alone You don't know me, Unless you read me in a book Tears of The Pen Perhaps? Who knows. #IAmThinking (at Central Province)

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The first time I wanted to die I wanted to hurt people People close to me The 2nd time I wanted to die I wanted to hurt myself... The third time I wanted to die I was angry The 4th time I wanted to die I felt non existent The 5th time I wanted to die I was depressed... The 6th time I wanted to die Was cause all the other 5 never worked out... Now, I want to live Not cause I love life But because I'm giving life a chance. I can't take chances I'm not sure there's the other side I can't confirm... If you can, Send me a text when you get there I'll be here and alive Not to mean I must be breathing That don't mean I'm living But I'll be here, Whether ash or flesh, I'll be here... To see my dreams Come true. 📸@kimsonnah #TearsOfThePen 12th August.

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The first time I wanted to die I wanted to hurt people People close to me The 2nd time I wanted to die I wanted to hurt myself... The third time I wanted to die I was angry The 4th time I wanted to die I felt non existent The 5th time I wanted to die I was depressed... The 6th time I wanted to die Was cause all the other 5 never worked out... Now, I want to live Not cause I love life But because I'm giving life a chance. I can't take chances I'm not sure there's the other side I can't confirm... If you can, Send me a text when you get there I'll be here and alive Not to mean I must be breathing That don't mean I'm living But I'll be here, Whether ash or flesh, I'll be here... To see my dreams Come true. 📸@kimsonnah #TearsOfThePen 12th August.

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I have been up at 6AM every morning for the last two weeks to teach this kids everything I've learnt along the way! I'm proud of myself! 🌹 Feel free to support this course so my team and I could move to different and more schools! 💙 (at Awasi, Nyanza, Kenya)

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#TearsOfThePenProject Migingo Girls High School. This Girls will grow up soon and they will become greater than they imagine! That is the main reason I love what I'm doing with my life and my career right now! #TearsOfThePenProject! . Every Young writer deserves a chance to express! #Writers #Coaches #Poets

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#TearsOfThePenProject Migingo Girls High School. This Girls will grow up soon and they will become greater than they imagine! That is the main reason I love what I'm doing with my life and my career right now! #TearsOfThePenProject! . Every Young writer deserves a chance to express! #Writers #Coaches #Poets

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