Kenyan Kid
Smiling all along,
Straining not anymore,
Supported in studies,
With free books and pens,
With free laptops and electricity,
Kenyan kid.
Living in the village,
Covering the mileage,
With patched uniform,
In the windowless classrooms,
And few 'commited' teachers,
In overcrowded classrooms,
Kenyan Kid.
On bare feet they play,
With empty stomach they dance,
And on numb fingers they write,
And the dusty knees they kick each other,
Kenyan Kid.
Thursday 18 December 2014
MAMA TAKE ME TO SCHOOL
Let me go to school,
To know how to read,
To learn how to write,
Mama take me to school.
Let me go to school,
To meet different people,
To stay with our neighbours,
Mama take me to school.
Let me go to school,
To know why people fight,
To learn how to stop them,
Mama take me to school.
Let me go to school,
To get the meaning of change,
To implement change in society,
Mama take me to school.
#Nomys_Madness_The_Kids_collection
Wednesday 3 December 2014
MOTHER OF A SON
Mother of a son,
Mother of the nation,
Your efforts never on vain,
Your efforts are never plain,
Ingrained in pain,
Gladly there is grain gain
To feed the greed nation.
Mother of a son,
Your ground hit is reputable,
The ground your forefather bought,
The ground your pretty house got cremated,
And the herds,products of your scaled hands,
Were taken by the friendly neighbors,
The ground you vowed to till til death.
Mother of a son,
Hit the ground harder,
That the nation may feed on your sweat,
That the spirit of your only son,
May be appeased and console you,
Your son sacrificed in the infamous Valley,
For the sake of the beloved nation!
Mother of the son,
Till the ground harder,
That your Mama's heart rejoices,
Her soul fleed in the worship place,
When the bullet kissed her heart ,
Courtesy of the 'holy war' her remains are on the same ground.
Mother of a son,
Work on the ground harder,
That the elected noisemakers find a market,
A market for your products and land,
A market for your peace and security,
A market for your last breath and strength
Sunday 30 November 2014
FOR HER.
She made me cry,
She made me try,
Her home was a decade from mine,
I flew through the forest for her,
Risked lion bite for her,
I crossed crocodiled waters for you,
For you Ibribed your uncle,
For you my legs were pricked
For you
For you
For you
I lost all
And you messed my life......
L
Thursday 27 November 2014
THE NOVELIST FEATURE STORY
Moi University Press Club, The 3rd Eye
November 20
CAMPUS PERSONALITIES
By Simon Gichimu
Unknown to many, there is a comrade somewhere busy scribbling on the papers recording creatively and commenting on our social trends. James Kahonge aka ‘Nkurunziza’, as the pseudonym goes, is a 3rd year student of Linguistics, Media and Communication. Unlike the claim that good writers are not great orators, his speech is impeccable, a real literal linguist in speech and pen.
A strong basis as a library prefect and an ardent member of his High School Press Club made the budding writer who he is and aspires to be. To be a novelist, you have to be a reader. Nkurunziza first read “Norah Lofts' Out of This Nettle” which talks of teenage-hood challenges, slave trade and family wrangles. He never looked back and reading and writing found a place in the short brown scribe's heart and soul.
The year 2006 marked the journey to active writing of articles to the mainstream media as a Daily Nation correspondent; and in 2012 “The Crumbled Pie”, his first novel, was conceived. The novel which talks about the intrigues and the day to day challenges of varsity life was never meant to be a one-time thing. It was followed by “The Vigilante Cop” which is a story of a moralistic cop who violates the normalcy of police bribes and cooperation with crimes and gets fired. He then practices private law and stops dirty missions of the 'good’ law enforcers.
“Raising Monica”, the third title to his list of novels talks on the difficulties of single parenthood, where Angie dies leaving Monica in the care of her dad who balances on work and fatherhood which involves counselling the daughter. “My Life in The Media” is the fourth title he is working on.
An embracer of the new technology, blogging is his next of kin. His blog website :
crumbledpie.wordpress.com and jameskahongeh on google+ are the homes of his artistic expressions.
A heavy reader, Agatha Christie's “Secret Adversary”, Arthur Conan Doyle's “A Study in Scarlet” are his best mystery books. Chimamada Adichie's “Half of AYellow Sun”, “Minister's Daughter” and John Kiriamiti's “Sinister Trophy” are his best African reads.
Striking a balance between reading, writing and studies is a mastery of time management he enjoys. Writing is an all-time endeavour as reading takes him to the wee hours of the night. For this young novelist, attending lecturers is mandatory. He insists that people should not neglect academics for their hobbies but rather should incorporate the two. He argues that challenges in publishing and the cliché of poor readership in Kenya remains dominant.
His advise to upcoming writers? "Be passionate about writing! Complain less, strive more!”
November 20
CAMPUS PERSONALITIES
By Simon Gichimu
Unknown to many, there is a comrade somewhere busy scribbling on the papers recording creatively and commenting on our social trends. James Kahonge aka ‘Nkurunziza’, as the pseudonym goes, is a 3rd year student of Linguistics, Media and Communication. Unlike the claim that good writers are not great orators, his speech is impeccable, a real literal linguist in speech and pen.
A strong basis as a library prefect and an ardent member of his High School Press Club made the budding writer who he is and aspires to be. To be a novelist, you have to be a reader. Nkurunziza first read “Norah Lofts' Out of This Nettle” which talks of teenage-hood challenges, slave trade and family wrangles. He never looked back and reading and writing found a place in the short brown scribe's heart and soul.
The year 2006 marked the journey to active writing of articles to the mainstream media as a Daily Nation correspondent; and in 2012 “The Crumbled Pie”, his first novel, was conceived. The novel which talks about the intrigues and the day to day challenges of varsity life was never meant to be a one-time thing. It was followed by “The Vigilante Cop” which is a story of a moralistic cop who violates the normalcy of police bribes and cooperation with crimes and gets fired. He then practices private law and stops dirty missions of the 'good’ law enforcers.
“Raising Monica”, the third title to his list of novels talks on the difficulties of single parenthood, where Angie dies leaving Monica in the care of her dad who balances on work and fatherhood which involves counselling the daughter. “My Life in The Media” is the fourth title he is working on.
An embracer of the new technology, blogging is his next of kin. His blog website :
crumbledpie.wordpress.com and jameskahongeh on google+ are the homes of his artistic expressions.
A heavy reader, Agatha Christie's “Secret Adversary”, Arthur Conan Doyle's “A Study in Scarlet” are his best mystery books. Chimamada Adichie's “Half of AYellow Sun”, “Minister's Daughter” and John Kiriamiti's “Sinister Trophy” are his best African reads.
Striking a balance between reading, writing and studies is a mastery of time management he enjoys. Writing is an all-time endeavour as reading takes him to the wee hours of the night. For this young novelist, attending lecturers is mandatory. He insists that people should not neglect academics for their hobbies but rather should incorporate the two. He argues that challenges in publishing and the cliché of poor readership in Kenya remains dominant.
His advise to upcoming writers? "Be passionate about writing! Complain less, strive more!”
REAL COMRADE
Moi University Press Club, The 3rd Eye
November 23
CAMPUS PERSONALITIES
THE BRAINS BEHIND ‘THE REAL COMRADES’ PLATFORM
By Simon Gichimu
A down-to-earth Political Science finalist from the School of Arts, Maya Jacob is an exciting fellow to meet with. Soft spoken but firm describes who Jacob is. His political foundation is courtesy of a re-known blogger Dikembe Disembe whom they discussed politics in hostel M69 when Maya was a freshman in the year 2011.
One evening in February about 2 years ago, Maya realised there lacked a platform where comrades could share not only the campus politics but also the day to day affairs. This led to the foundation of ‘The Real Comrades of Moi University Main Campus’ which by the following morning had hit 500 likes! The group likes has grown to 7713 likes in the last two years.
Maya feels the platform has achieved its intended purpose since all comrades air their views without fear or favour about any issue on the platform. Leaders are praised, criticised, cajoled and guided.
The group founder and administrator, is the gatekeeper and regulator of the group. He’s the current administrator of the page that is arguably one of the most dominant facebook platforms among all campuses in the country.
He confirms he faces the challenge of reckless comments attacking personalities mostly in the guise of fake accounts. Maya says he blocks the accounts from the group permanently. He discusses the issue bitterly as he still feels the group is his brain child and his attachment to it is still so strong.
A believer in political liberalism, Maya asserts, “We are the intellects and we should be the determinants of national politics unlike the reverse. It is disappointing to see good leaders sacrificed in the tribal alter.”
Great pillars who have stood by him include the political analyst and a prominent figure in main campus Gitungo Wameere, Outgoing Chair of graduate students of Moi University Nyamweya Omari, Secretary General of the 26th SGC Seth Odongo alias Dikembe Disembe and a prominent online figure Totty Toto.
‘The Real Comrade’ as he is often called by his peers, has flapped his wings outside campus. His active participation in the last general election in the campaign trails of Kipaikka Musa of Kumpa Ward and Joseph Nkaiserry of Kajiado Central constituency saw them as MCA and MP respectively.
Maya was once threatened at the Security office and ordered to delete the group. A call he says he declined without second thought. It now is a secret group because of the heated arguments that provoked last year’s MUSO elections.
Summing up the interview he says, “All comrades are equal with common issues of interest, let us remain united and desist from tribalism menace. Comrades are free to like the group and engage in sober discussions.”
November 23
CAMPUS PERSONALITIES
THE BRAINS BEHIND ‘THE REAL COMRADES’ PLATFORM
By Simon Gichimu
A down-to-earth Political Science finalist from the School of Arts, Maya Jacob is an exciting fellow to meet with. Soft spoken but firm describes who Jacob is. His political foundation is courtesy of a re-known blogger Dikembe Disembe whom they discussed politics in hostel M69 when Maya was a freshman in the year 2011.
One evening in February about 2 years ago, Maya realised there lacked a platform where comrades could share not only the campus politics but also the day to day affairs. This led to the foundation of ‘The Real Comrades of Moi University Main Campus’ which by the following morning had hit 500 likes! The group likes has grown to 7713 likes in the last two years.
Maya feels the platform has achieved its intended purpose since all comrades air their views without fear or favour about any issue on the platform. Leaders are praised, criticised, cajoled and guided.
The group founder and administrator, is the gatekeeper and regulator of the group. He’s the current administrator of the page that is arguably one of the most dominant facebook platforms among all campuses in the country.
He confirms he faces the challenge of reckless comments attacking personalities mostly in the guise of fake accounts. Maya says he blocks the accounts from the group permanently. He discusses the issue bitterly as he still feels the group is his brain child and his attachment to it is still so strong.
A believer in political liberalism, Maya asserts, “We are the intellects and we should be the determinants of national politics unlike the reverse. It is disappointing to see good leaders sacrificed in the tribal alter.”
Great pillars who have stood by him include the political analyst and a prominent figure in main campus Gitungo Wameere, Outgoing Chair of graduate students of Moi University Nyamweya Omari, Secretary General of the 26th SGC Seth Odongo alias Dikembe Disembe and a prominent online figure Totty Toto.
‘The Real Comrade’ as he is often called by his peers, has flapped his wings outside campus. His active participation in the last general election in the campaign trails of Kipaikka Musa of Kumpa Ward and Joseph Nkaiserry of Kajiado Central constituency saw them as MCA and MP respectively.
Maya was once threatened at the Security office and ordered to delete the group. A call he says he declined without second thought. It now is a secret group because of the heated arguments that provoked last year’s MUSO elections.
Summing up the interview he says, “All comrades are equal with common issues of interest, let us remain united and desist from tribalism menace. Comrades are free to like the group and engage in sober discussions.”
Moi University Press Club, The 3rd Eye
November 23
CAMPUS PERSONALITIES
THE BRAINS BEHIND ‘THE REAL COMRADES’ PLATFORM
By Simon Gichimu
A down-to-earth Political Science finalist from the School of Arts, Maya Jacob is an exciting fellow to meet with. Soft spoken but firm describes who Jacob is. His political foundation is courtesy of a re-known blogger Dikembe Disembe whom they discussed politics in hostel M69 when Maya was a freshman in the year 2011.
One evening in February about 2 years ago, Maya realised there lacked a platform where comrades could share not only the campus politics but also the day to day affairs. This led to the foundation of ‘The Real Comrades of Moi University Main Campus’ which by the following morning had hit 500 likes! The group likes has grown to 7713 likes in the last two years.
Maya feels the platform has achieved its intended purpose since all comrades air their views without fear or favour about any issue on the platform. Leaders are praised, criticised, cajoled and guided.
The group founder and administrator, is the gatekeeper and regulator of the group. He’s the current administrator of the page that is arguably one of the most dominant facebook platforms among all campuses in the country.
He confirms he faces the challenge of reckless comments attacking personalities mostly in the guise of fake accounts. Maya says he blocks the accounts from the group permanently. He discusses the issue bitterly as he still feels the group is his brain child and his attachment to it is still so strong.
A believer in political liberalism, Maya asserts, “We are the intellects and we should be the determinants of national politics unlike the reverse. It is disappointing to see good leaders sacrificed in the tribal alter.”
Great pillars who have stood by him include the political analyst and a prominent figure in main campus Gitungo Wameere, Outgoing Chair of graduate students of Moi University Nyamweya Omari, Secretary General of the 26th SGC Seth Odongo alias Dikembe Disembe and a prominent online figure Totty Toto.
‘The Real Comrade’ as he is often called by his peers, has flapped his wings outside campus. His active participation in the last general election in the campaign trails of Kipaikka Musa of Kumpa Ward and Joseph Nkaiserry of Kajiado Central constituency saw them as MCA and MP respectively.
Maya was once threatened at the Security office and ordered to delete the group. A call he says he declined without second thought. It now is a secret group because of the heated arguments that provoked last year’s MUSO elections.
Summing up the interview he says, “All comrades are equal with common issues of interest, let us remain united and desist from tribalism menace. Comrades are free to like the group and engage in sober discussions.”
November 23
CAMPUS PERSONALITIES
THE BRAINS BEHIND ‘THE REAL COMRADES’ PLATFORM
By Simon Gichimu
A down-to-earth Political Science finalist from the School of Arts, Maya Jacob is an exciting fellow to meet with. Soft spoken but firm describes who Jacob is. His political foundation is courtesy of a re-known blogger Dikembe Disembe whom they discussed politics in hostel M69 when Maya was a freshman in the year 2011.
One evening in February about 2 years ago, Maya realised there lacked a platform where comrades could share not only the campus politics but also the day to day affairs. This led to the foundation of ‘The Real Comrades of Moi University Main Campus’ which by the following morning had hit 500 likes! The group likes has grown to 7713 likes in the last two years.
Maya feels the platform has achieved its intended purpose since all comrades air their views without fear or favour about any issue on the platform. Leaders are praised, criticised, cajoled and guided.
The group founder and administrator, is the gatekeeper and regulator of the group. He’s the current administrator of the page that is arguably one of the most dominant facebook platforms among all campuses in the country.
He confirms he faces the challenge of reckless comments attacking personalities mostly in the guise of fake accounts. Maya says he blocks the accounts from the group permanently. He discusses the issue bitterly as he still feels the group is his brain child and his attachment to it is still so strong.
A believer in political liberalism, Maya asserts, “We are the intellects and we should be the determinants of national politics unlike the reverse. It is disappointing to see good leaders sacrificed in the tribal alter.”
Great pillars who have stood by him include the political analyst and a prominent figure in main campus Gitungo Wameere, Outgoing Chair of graduate students of Moi University Nyamweya Omari, Secretary General of the 26th SGC Seth Odongo alias Dikembe Disembe and a prominent online figure Totty Toto.
‘The Real Comrade’ as he is often called by his peers, has flapped his wings outside campus. His active participation in the last general election in the campaign trails of Kipaikka Musa of Kumpa Ward and Joseph Nkaiserry of Kajiado Central constituency saw them as MCA and MP respectively.
Maya was once threatened at the Security office and ordered to delete the group. A call he says he declined without second thought. It now is a secret group because of the heated arguments that provoked last year’s MUSO elections.
Summing up the interview he says, “All comrades are equal with common issues of interest, let us remain united and desist from tribalism menace. Comrades are free to like the group and engage in sober discussions.”
Friday 21 November 2014
By My Side
She is so beautiful,
So fresh and lively,
Standing tall,
Standing young,
Standing slim,
Supple,flawless,
Needle_blunt brain,
Ponytailed black hair,
Alto beat of the tongue,
Fox cunningness in monkey chuckles,
Curvacious lady sharing my bed,
Cuddling her tightly,
As the eyes get closed,
Lips suckling,kissing,
Only to find its my brown pillow...
It was a dream...
Just dream......
Little Lilian
Little Lilian listen to my pontific plea
My maimed, mischievous, modest plea,
Little Lilian you stand out amongst the outstanding
Your roll of the tongue,your row of wisdom
Short in length, tall in vision oh little Lilian!
Little Lilian look lowly
Step down your bulging brain
Drop down,droop your ears for me
A minute,a minute moment to listen
A moment to hear my quest oh little Lilian!
Little Lilian listen to my unloud,unlewd short lines
I won't comment on you curves but I'll be humbled
To see my seed exit them,for they are sufficient
I won't ask you a day out but I will be humbled to kiss you good day every morning
Longing,yearning,craving for you oh little Lilian!
Little Lilian lift your face
Join my race ,follow my trace, with all your grace
Stick to the pace,up to my place,hold the guess on the gaze
swing on stars is a lie, a crumbled pie, yet its true we will fly
Fly with you,cry with you, die with you, if only you say yes oh little Lilian!
My Tie
It made me cry,
When he made me try,
Tie a knot,tie a tie,
Yet even cutting a pie,
Frying a flying fly,
Was unkown,what of a tie?
Felt choky on a tie,
Head up always like a flower,
Uneasy as if I was thrown off a tower,
It sucked, but I lacked power,
His stare made one cower,
His kicks,like pricks, made the tie stick,
To the neck like a goat's tether,
Begrudgingly, he made me learn,
Enjoying my tie,s not a lie,
Twisting knots so fast,
Varied,better than trust.
Better than he thought I could
Better than any other good
Tying my tie
Tying my neck tie...
Today I'll tell her
Nomys Gich
November 15 at 1:42pm ·
Today I'll Tell Her
The lack of boldness,
In this coldness,
To tell her the feeling,
In my heart so killing,
Of the warmth of her elongated hug,
The tightness,closeness of hearts,
Staring at the moon,
Spitting irelevancies and humour,
Concealing those words,
Fear of the unknown,
She's better a friend,
But today,
She promised to tell a story,
I promised to tell a story,
Today,tell a story...
#Nomys_Madness.
November 15 at 1:42pm ·
Today I'll Tell Her
The lack of boldness,
In this coldness,
To tell her the feeling,
In my heart so killing,
Of the warmth of her elongated hug,
The tightness,closeness of hearts,
Staring at the moon,
Spitting irelevancies and humour,
Concealing those words,
Fear of the unknown,
She's better a friend,
But today,
She promised to tell a story,
I promised to tell a story,
Today,tell a story...
#Nomys_Madness.
Friday 14 November 2014
Reveal to me
Maybe I am ignorant
Cos' its always unpleasant
When i throw my hook
Rarely do I get anything on book
Lately, I have tried carefree
Results meant more spree
A new trap enlarges the gap
A genuine tap leads to a slap
Thinking of quittal... never !
I need to be braver forever
It appears there is a point amiss
Someone save me from another miss
Yes, staring at the bats but still a brat
A brat til the day I earns a congrat
But that depends on your tip
Tip to trip to romance top tip
Those dreams
Nomys Gich
August 11, 2013 ·
I WAS BORN
I am trying to analyse
And glad to realise
The purpose of my existence
Should be total persistence
Not to be perfect
Yet to be excellent
Not to imitate
But to innovate,
Create and improve.
And this is a prove,
My life is purposeful!
August 11, 2013 ·
I WAS BORN
I am trying to analyse
And glad to realise
The purpose of my existence
Should be total persistence
Not to be perfect
Yet to be excellent
Not to imitate
But to innovate,
Create and improve.
And this is a prove,
My life is purposeful!
hard
even if i feels so down
and looked at as a clown
an ordinary mediocre
sorry it wont occur
i may be silent
but not stupid
spirit of a fighter
its honorable to die
but quitting never an option
i may suspend for now
yet the tip is my goal
even if that costs my life
am a slave of my principles
and only changes for a better course
radical is my style
and that is what ails i know
and looked at as a clown
an ordinary mediocre
sorry it wont occur
i may be silent
but not stupid
spirit of a fighter
its honorable to die
but quitting never an option
i may suspend for now
yet the tip is my goal
even if that costs my life
am a slave of my principles
and only changes for a better course
radical is my style
and that is what ails i know
I value simplicity
I value simplicity
A clear language
Slashes the baggage
From the bondage
Of the struggle
To trace meaning
From a text
Composed next to
A voluminous dictionary
Obviously to impress
Yet unluckily, supress
And mess up
The expectant readers
Simplicity reigns by
Driving messsage home
With no strain
to neither the
writer nor reader.
Main aim
of art
should remain
to communicate
very effectively
Jargon should
be reserved
for professional
contexts alone
and to
specific audiences
who comprehend
with no
sheer luck
nor strain.
A clear language
Slashes the baggage
From the bondage
Of the struggle
To trace meaning
From a text
Composed next to
A voluminous dictionary
Obviously to impress
Yet unluckily, supress
And mess up
The expectant readers
Simplicity reigns by
Driving messsage home
With no strain
to neither the
writer nor reader.
Main aim
of art
should remain
to communicate
very effectively
Jargon should
be reserved
for professional
contexts alone
and to
specific audiences
who comprehend
with no
sheer luck
nor strain.
Thursday 13 November 2014
CAMPUS CULTURE
Identity dilemma is common among freshmen. What to adapt or drop. The diversity in behaviour is at its highest; creating anxiety.
Time checks on the indecisiveness and due to mass influence, campus culture emerges and develops among the young comrades. Parental consent is no longer sort on what to put on. Peer pressure scoops the advantage, and graduates to peer pleasure. Young men learn about slimming shirts and trousers. Ladies perfect on putting on all the styles in the market. Micro-miniskirts, bare backed tops, vests and shorts are elevated to lecture attires.
Parties are another acquired trait around campus. It is where bright sons and daughters of men learn how to stay 'high' (using drugs). Dance moves borrowed from Jamaican riddims flow. The parties are the main avenues of hooking up and post party affairs explain why virginities gets lost.
Campus unwritten rules involve watching movies and adopting their cultures. This is evident in use of vulgar language. Coupling and more so cohabiting exhibits the impact of movies. Fantasy in romance leads to breakups as the line between real and ideal gets blurred.
The spirit of harambee is at its best especially in issues surrounding comrades’ welfare. Mass action is a conspicuous aspect of comradeship. Assignments and exam rooms are the best avenues to practice the 'we are one ' and 'degree ni harambee' maxims.
Piousness on the days of worship and a few days to examinations is common. This is relevant to cleanse the messes done on Friday night and intervention for the days wasted in picnics, parties, clubs and watching movies. This is also handy in appeasing so as no lecturer spots the 'running mates alias Mwakenya ' in the examination centers.
Among the ladies it is prerequisite to have a series of boyfriends to attend specific needs. For instance; academic boyfriends to handle assignments and book seats in the lecture halls, social boyfriends to cater for dates and show off in public and night boyfriends for you know what!
Electioneering season has comrades divided into their varied areas of speciality. From aspirants propagandists, strategists, onlookers to goons. Voting is not entirely based ethnicity! It is purely based on rhetoric, character and money is a reckless tool in influencing the electorate!
Comradeship has its unique nature and this is just an eagle's view on a few outstanding traits. It takes courage to stand out against all the mentioned.
THOSE INFECTIONS
People are suffering,
People are crying,
Just of cheating,
With all the teaching,
Those itching parts,
And acting like brats!
These infections are real,
Will make you like a freal.
Play safe, if its a must,
Be faithful if you're married,
Play stupid and you'll be carried,
Be very firm,be very strong,
You'll ail so long,don't be wrong.
TRUE LOVE
True love,
Peaceful like a dove,
Belongs to the chosen ones,
Evident not only once.
In happiness,in diseases,
It stands tall,overcomes all,
Flows,crawls and rolls like a ball,
Having a taste of it is great,
And only chosen can create!
If lucky be humbled,
Otherwise be mumbled
PUMPKIN!
Pumpkin,
Can't take it,
Even smallest bit,
Tastes soapy,
Shaped funny,
Daddy take it away!
Listen oh son,
Pumpkin's taste and shape,
Please you not the least,
But son beware,
Tasteless and shapeless things,
Have the best offers in life,
Pumpkins last months,
Pumpkins are dewormers,
Pumpkins,so nutiritious,
Think of roses,
Smart in colour,
Well scented,
Brilliantly shaped,
But roses are thorny,
Withers in hours,
Unlike funny shaped,
And tasteless pumpkins!
Can't take it,
Even smallest bit,
Tastes soapy,
Shaped funny,
Daddy take it away!
Listen oh son,
Pumpkin's taste and shape,
Please you not the least,
But son beware,
Tasteless and shapeless things,
Have the best offers in life,
Pumpkins last months,
Pumpkins are dewormers,
Pumpkins,so nutiritious,
Think of roses,
Smart in colour,
Well scented,
Brilliantly shaped,
But roses are thorny,
Withers in hours,
Unlike funny shaped,
And tasteless pumpkins!
SHE
She laughed at my quest,
I lost the conquest,
Two years later,
She apologises to the letter.
And the equilibrium shifts,
Should I enjoy the lift's?
I accepted and moved on,
I see not why you cling upon,
Wa mucoka niguo uriaga mundu*,
Na nie ndikwenda maundu*
Your tears tear my heart,
You know not how it hurt,
Your rejection an imperfection.
Ought to have been fair,
Would have been friendly,
Correction so untimely,
I forgive you,
I bless you,
move on...
BIG UPS ALL
Given audience,
Means so much prudence,
From the wonderful friends,
It makes up for the amends,
That may have raised tension,
And all probable suspicion.
Its an honour to share a platform,
With big names as we perform,
To entertain and inform,
As a close and special one,
Sits next to support and warn,
Motivating and inspiring that I can.
Humbled.
Marvelled.
Impressed.
Unstressed.
No mess.
It was a success.
#MidMonthlyPeriodPoetryPerformance.
I WRITE NO ROMANCE BUT...
Her sway on the way,
Her glare ignites my dare,
She's so smooth and fare,
Her clear eyes,coal black hair,
Her smooth curves,sporty legs,
What of the gait and giraffes grace?
Her speech and accent,
No news anchor ascends,
Her brilliance equates the acient Mount Kirinyaga forklore,
The charm she owns threatens the ribs,
Her agility and diligence outshines the speed of an Akamba arrow on air,
Her hum silences the birds,
How do I get her in my 'box'?
BIG UPS ALL
Given audience,
Means so much prudence,
From the wonderful friends,
It makes up for the amends,
That may have raised tension,
And all probable suspicion.
Its an honour to share a platform,
With big names as we perform,
To entertain and inform,
As a close and special one,
Sits next to support and warn,
Motivating and inspiring that I can.
Humbled.
Marvelled.
Impressed.
Unstressed.
No mess.
It was a success.
#MidMonthlyPeriodPoetryPerformance.
NALIA
Tangu jadi umekuwa nami
Lakini tangu nijitie 'Ulami'
Sahauni nikakutupilia
Kwa pupa nikaubugia
Ukoloni wa mawazo hata wa lugha
Nikakuacha ukiwa kijilugha.
Nakurudia ewe lugha yamgu
Maana wewe ndo mwandani wangu
'Sinilaumu ingawa ni mtundu
Nitalishona kila shimo na tundu
Kwako mie mtumwa
Nitafanya yote bila kuumwa
Nipe nafasi nitumike
Ewe Kiswahili utambulike
Taifa lote likuheshimu
Mwanaisimu niwafahamishe
Umuhimu wako usokuwa nafiki
Wakutambue u rafiki.
#Kiswahili_barani
SALUTE WOMEN!
Applauding ladies in my life,
Though none is my wife,
Their thourough thoughtfulness,
Their emotional conciousness,
Their honourable honest,
Ensures safety in their nest!
I am not a feminist,
Nor am I a chauvinist,
Yet women to me define humanity,
I dispute conformity,
To believe or approve,
Any gender been above.
I hope to a better man,
Applying women plan,
To be there for my family,
Unlike acting iresponsibly,
Which is synonymous
To fathers who opt been anonymous
The Burden on my head
The burden on my shoulders,
Is not a burden of my own,
It's because Mama is laden,
Mama is so heavy she told me,
I don't know what she ate,
And I know not my dad,
I'll ask Mama one day.
The burden on my shoulders,
Is not a burden of my own,
It's only that I love my siblings,
I want them eat even when Mama is heavy,
As she can't do the basics,
I have to make it my duty,
To be dad as Mama gave me no one,
Especially now she's heavy,
Let them call it child labor!
The burden on my shoulders,
Is a burden of life and death,
My hands dig deep in the dump sites,
Sorting out the best plastics,
Risking diseases ,
As the school going children told me.
I eat from this burden,
As Mama taught me how to do it,
I know not my father,
May be he wouldn't like me doing it,
When Mama gets off heaviness,
I'll ask her about Daddy,
May be I'm not supposed t ask or have one!
I'd love to stay like my neighbors,
Go to school and learn,
Put on good clothe and have a Daddy,
Have few brothers and sisters,
Live in a good house,
But now that Mama is heavy,
My siblings need me,
I only have to hop
Dear Grandpa
Dear Grandpa
Curse me not nor my generation,
Listen to our modern conversation,
Hear how open we are,lend an ear to our boldness,
That will see you not wander in the night coldness,
Listen. Oh grandpa,
And pay attention to our way,
Grandpa and show us the way.
We salute our women by hug,
A warmly hug in public,
We peck our friends,
We do sleepovers and have night stands,
We have friends with benefits and no commitments,
We watch porn and masturbate,
We have sex called lesbianism,
We have sex called gay,
Weep not grandpa,
A man sheds not tears publicly,
Did Ndemi na Mathathi cry?
Were they not the tribal heroes?
Grandpa you told us men should be be bold,
Grandpa even if you are old and I know its cold,
Lend me you ear, as we did when you narrated folklore,
Yours were exciting and educative,
Am sorry mine are somber and provocative.
Tell me grandpa,
Did you have single women?
Did you have the phrase bastard?
You were great caretakers of the orphans and widows,
Our fathers are sending orphans the streets,
Our fathers are taking the widow's property and sending the to Karima ngagua*
Our girls despised virginity,
Our girls have embraced abortions?
Grandpa tell me,
Did you sleep with your daughters?
Did you ever condone rape?
Did you have condoms?
Grandpa answer me.
Our father Gikuyu taught that,
Counselling lacks shy,
And he who denies been corrected,
Will not desist punishment,
I've been so open grandpa,
Be strong and show me the way.
Grandpa,I value your wisdom,
Like I respect your white hair,
Like I respect your bending gait,
Before you join our forefathers,
Grandpa,show the way to your grandson,
As you bless your descendants,
Spit the blessing showers,
Pour the muratina* for productivity,
And guide me oh grandpa.
#Nomys_Madness
Karima ngagua...whatever mountain one may land
Muratina...traditional liquor.
Curse me not nor my generation,
Listen to our modern conversation,
Hear how open we are,lend an ear to our boldness,
That will see you not wander in the night coldness,
Listen. Oh grandpa,
And pay attention to our way,
Grandpa and show us the way.
We salute our women by hug,
A warmly hug in public,
We peck our friends,
We do sleepovers and have night stands,
We have friends with benefits and no commitments,
We watch porn and masturbate,
We have sex called lesbianism,
We have sex called gay,
Weep not grandpa,
A man sheds not tears publicly,
Did Ndemi na Mathathi cry?
Were they not the tribal heroes?
Grandpa you told us men should be be bold,
Grandpa even if you are old and I know its cold,
Lend me you ear, as we did when you narrated folklore,
Yours were exciting and educative,
Am sorry mine are somber and provocative.
Tell me grandpa,
Did you have single women?
Did you have the phrase bastard?
You were great caretakers of the orphans and widows,
Our fathers are sending orphans the streets,
Our fathers are taking the widow's property and sending the to Karima ngagua*
Our girls despised virginity,
Our girls have embraced abortions?
Grandpa tell me,
Did you sleep with your daughters?
Did you ever condone rape?
Did you have condoms?
Grandpa answer me.
Our father Gikuyu taught that,
Counselling lacks shy,
And he who denies been corrected,
Will not desist punishment,
I've been so open grandpa,
Be strong and show me the way.
Grandpa,I value your wisdom,
Like I respect your white hair,
Like I respect your bending gait,
Before you join our forefathers,
Grandpa,show the way to your grandson,
As you bless your descendants,
Spit the blessing showers,
Pour the muratina* for productivity,
And guide me oh grandpa.
#Nomys_Madness
Karima ngagua...whatever mountain one may land
Muratina...traditional liquor.
Village girl
Her body demands so little,
A smear of Arimi's jelly,
An old metallic holed-cup for blow drying hair,
Torn Mamas pair of shoes,
A finger in mouth as the right big toe draw patterns,
That village girl!
Her meeting point near the river,
Where she hastens the chat,
So as to cook for family,
Not to piss the dad,
Her desire is to get married,
Obey the husband,
Work in the farm,
Have her own kids
That village girl!
She is so loyal,
So shy,
So lovely!
That Sunday I met her,
She was clad on a 'fish' jeans skirt,
Red marvin,
Yellow third hand sports shoes,
A green 'jumper' sweater,
Blue knee length socks,
A purple leso around the neck,
And a coat of gleamering Arimis !
I held her hand firmly,
She faced sideways grinning,
"Niwamenya tiwega ureka?"*
She hurriedly demanded freedom,
Yet when I released her she stood a step away,
Warned of her father's wrath,
She gave me an offer,
A privelege of a lifetime...loading
A smear of Arimi's jelly,
An old metallic holed-cup for blow drying hair,
Torn Mamas pair of shoes,
A finger in mouth as the right big toe draw patterns,
That village girl!
Her meeting point near the river,
Where she hastens the chat,
So as to cook for family,
Not to piss the dad,
Her desire is to get married,
Obey the husband,
Work in the farm,
Have her own kids
That village girl!
She is so loyal,
So shy,
So lovely!
That Sunday I met her,
She was clad on a 'fish' jeans skirt,
Red marvin,
Yellow third hand sports shoes,
A green 'jumper' sweater,
Blue knee length socks,
A purple leso around the neck,
And a coat of gleamering Arimis !
I held her hand firmly,
She faced sideways grinning,
"Niwamenya tiwega ureka?"*
She hurriedly demanded freedom,
Yet when I released her she stood a step away,
Warned of her father's wrath,
She gave me an offer,
A privelege of a lifetime...loading
Thursday 23 October 2014
Who is there for the boychild?
Beauty is the concern,
And rules that govern,
Are all in the favor,
Obsessed by the flavor,
Protection of the girl child!
Methinks the boy is wild,
With claws to fight his battle,
And award the girl's parents with cattle!
Who cares of the boys?
Perhaps his toys,
Equality is for the girls,
For the boys are just whirls,
An abandoned gender,
Forgotten for the tender,
Street boys are mess,
Street girls are some bless,
Boys treated like dogs,
Girls handled with caution to avoid clogs,
Academic grades dropped for equality,
Boy's raised to kill equity!
Sexual abuse is only to women,
Battering is to women,
A man lacks a defender,
The man is always the offender,
Chauvinism is wrong,
Feminism is strong,
Democracy is when there's a woman representative,
Democracy is where for men is competitive,
All eyes are on the girl child,
The boy can fend himself isn't he wild?
And rules that govern,
Are all in the favor,
Obsessed by the flavor,
Protection of the girl child!
Methinks the boy is wild,
With claws to fight his battle,
And award the girl's parents with cattle!
Who cares of the boys?
Perhaps his toys,
Equality is for the girls,
For the boys are just whirls,
An abandoned gender,
Forgotten for the tender,
Street boys are mess,
Street girls are some bless,
Boys treated like dogs,
Girls handled with caution to avoid clogs,
Academic grades dropped for equality,
Boy's raised to kill equity!
Sexual abuse is only to women,
Battering is to women,
A man lacks a defender,
The man is always the offender,
Chauvinism is wrong,
Feminism is strong,
Democracy is when there's a woman representative,
Democracy is where for men is competitive,
All eyes are on the girl child,
The boy can fend himself isn't he wild?
Tuesday 21 October 2014
Song of the elderly
This is the song,
Sung so long,
Sung to critique wrong,
Sung so long
Sung by the elderly.
Marry soon oh my son,
That we share the sun,
With my own grandson,
That I may see your wife,
As I approach the end of my life,
And I watch them with no strife.
Marry soon my son,
And convince me you are straight,
To be sure my line has the real trait,
That my spirit may rest in peace,
Assured my line is a great piece.
Marry soon my son,
A wife of good features,
Who will bear great creatures,
Smart in looks and books,
Needle sharp in brain,
Marry soon my son.
Sung so long,
Sung to critique wrong,
Sung so long
Sung by the elderly.
Marry soon oh my son,
That we share the sun,
With my own grandson,
That I may see your wife,
As I approach the end of my life,
And I watch them with no strife.
Marry soon my son,
And convince me you are straight,
To be sure my line has the real trait,
That my spirit may rest in peace,
Assured my line is a great piece.
Marry soon my son,
A wife of good features,
Who will bear great creatures,
Smart in looks and books,
Needle sharp in brain,
Marry soon my son.
Saturday 18 October 2014
YOU'LL BE THERE,SO PLEASE...
When you visit,
When you squat or sit,
As you read that old newspaper,
And as you fold that recycled paper,
As you put that pressure,
Yes as you strain for pleasure,
Please, direct to the right position,
Let the small outlet direct to the inlet,
As you stand to leave,
Forget not to flush,
Pour water if it can't flush.
A freshener adds the value,
Cleaning up makes it habitable,
Repairing it is mandatory,
Who stays without visiting it?
I mean who stays off a washroom?
Keep it good for it's basic!!!
When you squat or sit,
As you read that old newspaper,
And as you fold that recycled paper,
As you put that pressure,
Yes as you strain for pleasure,
Please, direct to the right position,
Let the small outlet direct to the inlet,
As you stand to leave,
Forget not to flush,
Pour water if it can't flush.
A freshener adds the value,
Cleaning up makes it habitable,
Repairing it is mandatory,
Who stays without visiting it?
I mean who stays off a washroom?
Keep it good for it's basic!!!
Friday 17 October 2014
CAMPUS TRENDS:IS OUR SOCIETY ROTTEN?
The trending events around the public varsities are showing an image worth not associating with. Is our society rotten this much? Are the activities deviant norms? Is the media oversensitizing the issues?
When a politician's rejection leads to massive destruction of property in an institution of higher learning, a lot is left unanswered. How much help will the politician do worth of destruction of hostels and transformers? It is indeed a pity as for sure even if the leader gets the position very little will be done save for the rhetorics.
Kidnappings by university students is an emerging trend that is not only shocking but also portrays the impact of capitalism in our society. How down can one be to kidnap a child for money?This is pure greed and inhuman venture.
Selling the leaked examination for the high schools is also catapulted by the comrades. As much as the examination body is claiming how fake the papers are, probabilities of the real papers sneaking are high. The source of the menace is likely from within the body.
What triggers the process remains anonymous but the result is evident, how does one make it to campus by cheating and fail continuing the same?
Attacking the publics surrounding the campus is another archaic approach to seeking audience. What wrong does the neighbors do to earn your punishment? Are they in any way conversant or even contributors to your worries?
A comrade is always right so says the popular slogan , the concerns may be genuine but the approach taken indicates otherwise. This is not the true meaning of been right. Dialogue ought to be embraced and peaceful demonstrations unlike the damaging of property. The sad part is that all will pay and the innocent parents are topped with unprecedented costs.
Thinking of comrades as the creme de la creme,then one is left wondering what the uneducated are capable of doing. A few rogue individuals are tainting the admired image of the intellects.
Restoring confidence to the people is all that is required but how to make it happen is the tricky part. I blame not only the comrades but the society at large for the conception of such ideologies has its foundation in the society. The administration should be keen on controlling probable messy situations and throwing the ball back to the comrades,your behaviors should equate to your intellectual abilities. Let the good slogan have its true meaning,a comrade is always right.
When a politician's rejection leads to massive destruction of property in an institution of higher learning, a lot is left unanswered. How much help will the politician do worth of destruction of hostels and transformers? It is indeed a pity as for sure even if the leader gets the position very little will be done save for the rhetorics.
Kidnappings by university students is an emerging trend that is not only shocking but also portrays the impact of capitalism in our society. How down can one be to kidnap a child for money?This is pure greed and inhuman venture.
Selling the leaked examination for the high schools is also catapulted by the comrades. As much as the examination body is claiming how fake the papers are, probabilities of the real papers sneaking are high. The source of the menace is likely from within the body.
What triggers the process remains anonymous but the result is evident, how does one make it to campus by cheating and fail continuing the same?
Attacking the publics surrounding the campus is another archaic approach to seeking audience. What wrong does the neighbors do to earn your punishment? Are they in any way conversant or even contributors to your worries?
A comrade is always right so says the popular slogan , the concerns may be genuine but the approach taken indicates otherwise. This is not the true meaning of been right. Dialogue ought to be embraced and peaceful demonstrations unlike the damaging of property. The sad part is that all will pay and the innocent parents are topped with unprecedented costs.
Thinking of comrades as the creme de la creme,then one is left wondering what the uneducated are capable of doing. A few rogue individuals are tainting the admired image of the intellects.
Restoring confidence to the people is all that is required but how to make it happen is the tricky part. I blame not only the comrades but the society at large for the conception of such ideologies has its foundation in the society. The administration should be keen on controlling probable messy situations and throwing the ball back to the comrades,your behaviors should equate to your intellectual abilities. Let the good slogan have its true meaning,a comrade is always right.
Tuesday 14 October 2014
Those days
When shoes were for Sunday school,
And never requirements at school,
The days when classes were doorless,
Time when the libraries were book less,
Those are the days I learned the hard way.
Those days we used Korobois,
Those days only teacher's book existed
Those days we were beaten like donkeys
And the teachers had a name in the society.
We used to carry water
We used to carry a branch of Sodom apples
We used to carry manure
We used to carry jembes
All at the same time
And lateness was a drama
Missing any item was a death warrant
Those days when learn had the real meaning.
When I saw pupils under trees
When I heard the chief and his APs
Had assisted learning process
When I thought that electricity had been installed
And the teachers hired
Classes constructed under CDF
It was my dawn that change is relative.
Who is the ambassador for the marginalized?
Is the education system in their parts sufficient?
Did I mention the empty bellies?
Hope is all that I have...
And never requirements at school,
The days when classes were doorless,
Time when the libraries were book less,
Those are the days I learned the hard way.
Those days we used Korobois,
Those days only teacher's book existed
Those days we were beaten like donkeys
And the teachers had a name in the society.
We used to carry water
We used to carry a branch of Sodom apples
We used to carry manure
We used to carry jembes
All at the same time
And lateness was a drama
Missing any item was a death warrant
Those days when learn had the real meaning.
When I saw pupils under trees
When I heard the chief and his APs
Had assisted learning process
When I thought that electricity had been installed
And the teachers hired
Classes constructed under CDF
It was my dawn that change is relative.
Who is the ambassador for the marginalized?
Is the education system in their parts sufficient?
Did I mention the empty bellies?
Hope is all that I have...
Sunday 12 October 2014
Half baked
The cry is heard,
The cry is hard,
Half baked
Semi-prepared,
Questionable credentials,
Papers matching not the skills,
What exactly transpires?
The double intake menace,
That was intended to check on pace,
Of raising the literacy standards,
In higher learning institutions,
Only to worsen the situations,
As the preparedness was at its best a joke,
At its worst a mock,
No new structures,
No new lectures,
Same number of lecturers,
Staggering numbers of pursuing bachelors.
This led to reduced time for studies,
Marathon in semesters,
Overworked comrades,
Who get the motivation to cheat,
Inspiration to plagiarize,
In order to feat the status quo.
Away from the double intake,
New lifestyles in campus,
Where one opts to watch a series at the expense of lessons,
Have a picnic than attend group discussions,
Camp in social media than research on the websites,
Where the handouts are made to short notes than read for understanding,
Where sitting patterns in examinationrooms is a norm in the name of 'strongholds',
And the browsers are references in the examinations.
When first class degrees ceased been on merit,
And one's name,
One's connections,
Pockets' contents,
And the sexualized favors became, the factors for awarding,
The cry is hard,
Half baked
Semi-prepared,
Questionable credentials,
Papers matching not the skills,
What exactly transpires?
The double intake menace,
That was intended to check on pace,
Of raising the literacy standards,
In higher learning institutions,
Only to worsen the situations,
As the preparedness was at its best a joke,
At its worst a mock,
No new structures,
No new lectures,
Same number of lecturers,
Staggering numbers of pursuing bachelors.
This led to reduced time for studies,
Marathon in semesters,
Overworked comrades,
Who get the motivation to cheat,
Inspiration to plagiarize,
In order to feat the status quo.
Away from the double intake,
New lifestyles in campus,
Where one opts to watch a series at the expense of lessons,
Have a picnic than attend group discussions,
Camp in social media than research on the websites,
Where the handouts are made to short notes than read for understanding,
Where sitting patterns in examinationrooms is a norm in the name of 'strongholds',
And the browsers are references in the examinations.
When first class degrees ceased been on merit,
And one's name,
One's connections,
Pockets' contents,
And the sexualized favors became, the factors for awarding,
Then half bakery emerged!!!
Saturday 11 October 2014
The Word
Not long
Call it wrong
The thought
Of being taught
Playing with words
Was limited in the worlds
Of romance and love
Only to learn that above
The fantastic themes
Words had a bigger duty
Which was much mighty
Watchdog and critique
Inspire work and technique
Share deep constructive intuition
Supply positive motivation
And with that
The word is gold
The word, so bold
The word , never cold
The word should be
Written and told.
Call it wrong
The thought
Of being taught
Playing with words
Was limited in the worlds
Of romance and love
Only to learn that above
The fantastic themes
Words had a bigger duty
Which was much mighty
Watchdog and critique
Inspire work and technique
Share deep constructive intuition
Supply positive motivation
And with that
The word is gold
The word, so bold
The word , never cold
The word should be
Written and told.
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