Sorry Son

Tracing The Roots: A Madness Anthology

#014

The little thingira is leaking,
El nino is a cruel attacker,
Had Gatwara not repaired it?
The lilies of Munju River are losing their undisputed glory,
Or is it an orchestrated move to have the boy's dreams doomed?

The rooftops are leaking,
Like an old cat cry in a smoky kitchen,
The sisal mattress is stinking,
Yet Gatwara is miles away,
In pursuit of bride price,
An his old mother can do nothing...

Lodging is here,
And his crop only in the sloppy region,
Has teamed to block water flow,
Gatwara's wedding dinner is doomed...

The fresh mud on his walls,
Walls of secrecy and security in the hut,
Have reversed elevation,
And the demand to join soil status is on rise,
The gaps are plenty,
El nino making rat highways to the lad's meagre grains...

Son of a woman,
Fate is on your side,
No hut,no food,
Will you marry her?
Will the elders here hear you?

#Nomys_Madness

She Can't Leave

Tracing The Roots: A Madness Anthology

#013


It's three years,
Our son is twenty four moons,
And the shock in your face,
Tells it all silently,
Unfortunately, she can't leave.

We met in style,
Dated for two years,
Fought and agreed amicably,
And resolved to stick together,
We can't just separate on your whims...

It's okay to hear from you,
But that resolution is insoluble!

So,was it my mistake that uncle strayed?
Was it her blunder that her mother passed young?
We have the same blood,
We have the same bond,
We can't separate!

Conduct all the practices,
Awash and spill tatha on us,
Cleanse using all possible means,
But deeply bury separation thoughts...

It can't be termed incestuous,
Our ignorance is your fault,
Oh, my extended family,
You should have shared earlier,
Too late, not much can be done.

#Nomys_Madness

Trashing...

Tracing The Roots: A Madness Anthology
#008

Sampling business,
Light and dark,
Caked and natural,
Fake versus real,
Big quarters and small,
Campus lasses...

Heightened arguments,
Who outshines the other,
Which version is updated?
A better cook or a better dancer?
Skimpy or conservative?
Potential wives,
Rich theses topics!!!

But,
Time to explore elsewhere,
And trash,crash the memories...

Calm?

Tracing The Roots: A Madness Anthology

#006

A windless night,
Owls so scared to hoot,
Crickets silenced by cold,
Smoke billows uptight,
Contrasting the dullness...

After the crazy downpour,
Clearing the slopes,
Lodging the entire harvest,
A curse in disguise...

Door to door fury,
Demands,threats, injuries,
In the name of loyalty,
Worse than hell,
Tears and blood flood,
All under the guise of purity of OUR roots...

Deeply thoughtful,
How many will be vulnerable,
Of the archaic practises,
And the authorities claim calmness as they watch us die...

Tell Your Dear Brother

Tracing The Roots: A Madness Anthology

#005

A caring uncle,
Determined to see order,
Diligent on fault finding,
Hardy,hardly hardworking!

Njore he who reigns and commands,
Njore who loves his brother's household,
He,the custodian of lineage,
He, the second to none boss..

Daddy's departure dawned unexpectedly,
A demise so painful,
Overheard it was the neck disease,
That made his body expire prematurely,
And Njore, the caring uncle took it to watch us grow.

Generosity a good virtue,
Mama, I'll make it up to all,
Especially to the family and uncle Njore,
I'll take away from you nothing,
But an only reminder,
Yours, uncle is to advise, suggest and weighing situations,
However, I'll make ALL decisions,
I'll take full responsibility of my stupidity,
I'm good to navigate my yacht,
To the seas and world yonder,
Alone, independently.

Corruption: Who Will Save Us?

By Gichimu Njeri.

Imagine that moment,you'll late from job or class. It's raining,dark crawls changing to sprints. No cars. No buses. Sleeping stage. Then a fourteen seater appears. Two seats only,and five travelers rushing for alight. Nice conductor,a sensible human who understands and saves all . A mile away, an officer threatens to take you to face the wrath of the law. You negotiate,get him tea and home you go. Corrupt or needy?

A serious problem in a country where chai is the order of the day,needs super attention. Institutions compromised,directions charged and political zones taken as choma zones,it's indeed a rotten generation.

It is interesting to note that side pay is superior to the main job. Think of a traffic operator at a certain route in Molo who pockets Ksh 50 or 100 per psv and much more to trucks. A cabinet secretary allegedly hikes price of acquiring a piece of land for the government, embezzling funds. A governor dares to explain why wheel barrow costs more than shillings one hundred thousand, in the name of public service!

Executive tough talk about the menace is plausible. The move to suspend alleged corrupt cabinet secretaries is yard towards the right direction. Giving their positions to new breed is even better,but does it solve the problem?

Has it ever occurred to anyone that executive bold steps on corruption are made few days to a prominent person's visit? Yes what happened when POTUS graced the land? What of the pontiff's tour a fortnight ago?
Maybe it's mere coincidence. Maybe strategic arrangement.

The menace is incorporated deeply into our system,like a malignant disease,needs expert attention. It's part of our culture,bad yet almost indispensable.Our kids are endangered,they need salvation. Who is their Messiah?

Fighting corruption is hard,but not impossible. It's all about mentality change. Character check,system review and tough measures to the greedy species. What if we embrace a philosophy,so simple yet deeply incorporated into our system? Remember the Nyayo philosophy,till these days it clicks in our minds. Such are possible moves to curb and cure the demonic venture.

Health Check Up:For Rich Only?

By Gichimu Simon Njeri

A heated debate in our cubicle in campus the other day nearly made us fight. Why should one go for medical checkups yet they're not sick? Why should a healthy person waste time visiting doctors who are even few to attend the sick?

Fear,ignorance and simple brushing off the idea emerged as the key reasons. However before we could cool down,the story of a former aspirant in Secretary General docket got a shocking diagnosis. Cancer of the throat victim!

Sobriety resumed, what's the right time to get medical checkups? Why are the essential? To what extent should one go?

Without a medical background, it was interesting to note that people under an invasion of one of their own could reason. In a unanimous agreement,checkups are necessary.

Three or four times a year for a body's checkup was a deal The Why was agreed to be, a human body is not like a machine,it requires special attention. The attention ranging from good eating habits to the core subject, checkups.

Emergencies and shocking outcomes were to be curbed by prior information about one's body. Information been power,it is only through the feared,ignored step.

The next week every one booked an appointment at the referral, just to be safe.

Allegations that it's for the rich got proved wrong,only a few shillings and one gets to guard the future.

GRADUATE BUT...

By Gichimu Njeri

Congratulations! You've made it at last. It has been long,1998 in class one? Yeah,a long journey indeed. You've fought a tough battle. You deserve victory.Tomorrow,power to do all that pertains to your course will be given and success in your endeavours is the wish.A question follows, is the education given worth the input? Are our graduates armed to face the world?Methods used are they the best?

One step at a time,the content of the education system especially in the tertiary level is wow,related to the course,with specific objectives and expected outcomes. This is brilliant,but are the courses time-conscious? Are the references given available? Lastly are the lecturers well equipped with the skills and in touch with the outside world that absorbs the trainees?

The above leads to a dissatisfaction mentality that tamper with the learners. Among other blunders,cheating is bred( also associated with laxity among students,unwanted courses and grade unlike skill gain notion) killing the taught honest and ethical virtues championed throughout tg system.

Half-baked is the term that follows. How would you explain good grades and zero skills? It's unfortunate to have a communication graduate who struggles to express himself/herself both orally and written yet the transcript is glowing.

A believe that our graduates are free of the shortcomings is malignant to our thoughts. Wishing you the best is all we have,however,you're responsible for what you did.

Celebrate. Enjoy your speeches and family. Succeed!

The writer is an outgoing news editor.

Campus Relationships:Money,Brain and Services

 By Gichimu Njeri

Excitement. Is the word that one dreams of on getting a scholar to date. Who hates a brilliant one for a wife or husband? Wait,so in the most moves,beginners dream of unending relationships. Lifetime! Unfortunately, it's not necessarily the case. A survey reveals a series of reasons cited for campus pairings.

James, a finalist in School of Business says that what he needed in any relationship was cost sharing.
" We have meagre allowances as students. Getting a patner doubles the share hence easy management." Confims James who also cites cuddling and spending the weekends together as other privileges. He laughs on any future banking on any relationship.

Jenison* a first year student pursuing Sociology is quick learner and embraces the system's mannerisms.

"Any guy who approaches me on matters relationship has a special attention on a given feature in me. The same principle is applied for my acceptance. He must satisfy my financial needs.It's that simple."

Shockingly, a good number of boys have an offer interest of financial boost in relationships.

" They rely on our efforts to secure them,listen to their unending whines, satiate their various desires to name but a few. All these requires motivation; money. "Says Jorge a second year student pursuing Statistics.

Winnie who studies psychology argues that for a relationship to exist,it must have a common interest for both parties. She says that humans been social beings,they need attention and company in their various activities. She affirms a common cliche, no man is an island.

In a rare unfolding, Yvonne says that she dates senior students within her course or extremely brilliant classmates whose input is simple, academics.

" I take no chances with my studies. One must be a course mate with the best knowledge I need. It's okay for us to be complementing information and learn from each other. No books, no relationship."

Yvonne's thoughts are echoed by four more students; three ladies and a gentleman.

Rarely,cases of marriage occur and happy ever after is heard. It requires special commitment and truthfulness.

Miriam* who studies Special Needs Education says that her boyfriend has been great and since they're finalising, marriage is inevitable.

" Faithful men are not easily found in this generation. I'm so lucky to have met him."

Among other people, the entire discussion on affairs to do with relationships. Having lost trust,made mothers and totally ignored by the irresponsible fathers.

Calen* warns first years to be cautious lest one fails on the traps of unplanned pregnancies that have far reaching consequences.

The conclusion of the interviews resonates with the title of the piece,relationships,are either based on money,needs or services offered. It's about what one gains. Love is hard to find.

SHE CAN'T COOK

Tracing The Roots: A Madness Anthology.


#004


SHE CAN'T COOK,DADDY.


To respect you is inevitable,
I'm a firstborn,a pacesetter,
The bearer of the royal stool,
And mentor to the juniors,
But father, this one, I detest obeying you...


Her ancestry is strong,
In character and exceptional beauty,
Every young man craves for her,
And they think I'm lucky to have her for a wife,
She's intelligent,
A daughter of books,
An expert in brilliance,a lover with glimmering eyes,
But father, I won't marry her...


She sways her waist, in the most provocative way,
Her voice makes the hummingbird belittled and envious,
What of her poetry?
She's the epitome of happiness and rhymes...
Yet, I wouldn't marry her..


She,
The daughter of Guthu,
She has no idea of making food,
She can't cook even a cup of boiled water...
Nyakairo the light skinned,
She knows nothing,
Nothing in household duties,
She can't even make a bed!


Daddy,
If I have to marry her,
Send her to her mother,
Let her get the skills,
Two years of maximum attention,
Maybe, I'll marry her then...

REBELLIOUS AUNTIE

Tracing The Roots: A Madness Anthology

#003

REBELLIOUS AUNTIE

Wanjira,
She who lives on the hill,
The daughter of grandpa,
Single at forty, a maiden with broad mind...


She saw no school door,
Yet philosophic than professors,
Glued to the radio,
She's aware of current affairs,
Analytical on political trends,
Shrewd, her house is flocked for guidance.


My cousin-less auntie,
A darling of the society,
Aggressive on her duties,
Farming,grazing and cooking,
Who hates her ndumas na ikwa?
Is her curu wa mukio not the best?
Wait, is she not chief chef in all traditional parties where real cuisine is needed?


Tonight I'm her guest,
Her firstborn she terms me,
Always ready for my curious brain,
Anxiety,she's certain I miss her counsel...
She brushes off the olden practises,
She laughs at grandpa's bitterness,
How she sieves modernity and archaic teachings,
How she marries the two,expertly...


My term paper and curiosity overfed,
I enjoy the embers and smoke,
Golden sparks dart from the three stone stove,
How she empowers my deviance with sense,
"What's the harm sharing my kariko?"


Wanjira my dear aunt,
If only she had kids,
Luckily,she massages my knowledge thirst,
For she is a mother of reality...

DELILAH IS HERE,RUN SAMSON RUN

BY Gichimu Njeri


My dear brother, If you're dreaming of starting a life, I mean, a love-life with the pretty daughters of Eve around here, my friend, run. Run because this is a species that is alien, readily acting as weirdoes.


When a lady hits on you, flirting with you as a preacher exorcising demons, know that the end times are here. Whatever happened to the humble hard to get lady is still a mystery. The new generation is tough enough and so daring to demand and dictate attention.
Call it the digitally aware generation, I term it the bold team that knows how to grab their wants, target the prey and feast on it with relish. They won't mind manipulating the weak, surprised and desperate men who believe that luck is theirs to be taken by divas. The poor lad will munch all he has, borrow from friends, fabricate lies on nonexistent trips to parents in the name of sustaining, pleasing a model!


Men are said to be perverted, not until you meet the campus darlings. They will demand to touch your tushie, insist to see how hairy below your navel is and silence you as they shave or make locks into your precious bush! They discuss men's lengths and agility better than a class two kid narrates the hare and hyena tales. They laugh, like demons as they watch you embarrassed with their dirty antics. Analysts they are, and about the audience, they don’t give a sh*t!
They work in gangs, her friends ever ready to help a friend give multiple attention (threesome) to brainwash your innocence with fantasy. My brother, they'll suck not only all the juices in you, but also drain your pockets and senses. You'll sing them like an ancient tune.


This is a special collection of creatures, they’ll play you in your full knowledge and there's nothing you can do. They make you doubt your friends thus creating a buffer zone, safe from any virus called critics and caring colleagues. They ensure that you wallow in stupidity till the next century.

They're aware of your straying eyes and they'll show you as much as possible. The chest will protrude save for the spikes, the hindquarters will be dangled, bounced and twerked to excite your fragile mind. With the free-world-view mentality, they’ll dress on the tiniest and the most exposing attire, after all, who cares?
Cash cow, puppet and idiot will be your new names. You'll be moulded to serve as a machine, listening to her whims, getting her drinks which you've never taken, offering her security and calling you a slave will be blamed on English lacking a better term. Therefore buddy, when you see her approaching you, run to the security desk to get cushioned, otherwise, you'll have a memoir of self-pity!


(The writer comments on rational topics)

SORRY CHAMPS

Dear mothers,
Grannies and mentors,
Next holiday I'll buy you phones,
Laptops,tablets and iPhones,
Not because you can't afford,
Only I'd prefer you comment,
Like,dislike and share `OUR` status.


Good messages we post about you,
Only we pose the same not to you,
Grannies and mentors,
I'll FIND a way of your online access,
Whether blogs,Facebook ,WhatsApp or Twitter,
For we make you heroic figures in these streets...


Till then,
I'll celebrate you,
Through means that you'll appreciate,
Get access to,
And feel our honour to your efforts.



‪#‎Nomys_Madness

SCRATCH

Bowing my head thoughtfully,
Having worked abroad,
Flying mind across continents,
And the dirty nails,
Scratch the head for a solution.


Whistling to the river,
Barefoot,overloaded brain,
Through the lilies and frogs,
And the scratch on legs softened by dragon fly buzz,
Awakens my tough reality, poverty.


Leaking roof lets in moonlight and showers,
A direct contact to nature, closer to wild than humanity,
Mosquito bites triggers a scratch,
A reminder of health hazard,
And the laughing rats stamp the risk.


Dawn is punctual,
Especially for roped bellies(so little food to allow normal digestion),
Absent breakfast calls for stomach scratch,
Active ground scratch like hen,
Hoping for a better scratch from a better Being...




‪#‎Nomys_Madness

DEAR CANDIDATES, STOP READING.

High scholars, the finalists, are busy,reading,writing,cheating and praying for the success in the final examinations. Their desires are so genuine,fresh but most importantly, naive and purely ignorant of what lies ahead,especially for the top cream who'll be lucky to make it to the public varsities.

May be for an enlightening hint,the exam candidates should beware that the institutions they're in are much better than their dream destinations, and outstanding in a series of issues.
When was the last time a high school was shut down for lacking basic facilities such as water? It's a reality elsewhere!

Hello so you want to study BIG courses,law,engineering and such ,do you know how many of the PRECIOUS courses are in accredited institutions and with basic facilities such as libraries?

Good. So you've been dreaming in COHESION and TOLERANCE? Well, be ready to embrace tribalism and even have your studies suspended as you defend your own!

And now you're reading so hard to make it to the university,if only you knew how to BUY your position and have a better life than the bookworms! Keep reading and no one reads in campus,what are smartphones for if not reference materials in exam room? Lady, you're pretty? Just befriend lecturers and pocket that first class!

Freedom is a craving for you! You're assured of it undoubtedly,in unlimited quantity but be ready to part with your innocence!

Now that the amount of money given from home is peanuts,sponsorships is the new venture, a man / woman of your parents age can save the situation as long as you make it up to their needs!

Flash,exile,ex,mwaks will be your new vocabulary. You'll get me the meaning when you join the scholars den.

Grown-up comrades are tough and third generation liquor is tough enough for a comrade thus second generation is the only option as upper level will await employment!

Then you're not totally naive to tell me that you stick to opposites only. Do you want to mean that the rumours are baseless especially in our sisters schools? You'll find your counterparts here,CROOKED/BENT I heard is their name!

Anyway,all is not lost if your senses will be strong to scare this new madness,I know you're strong to sustain this little expertise and fears,that's why I wish you success to make it to the university!

DEBTOR-BASTARD(ISER)

Twenty plus years,
You're walking freely thumping the hairy chest,
Whispering as I pass,
That's my initial seed,
Needle sharp and shapely,
And yet you've done nothing beyond donating DNA!


Where are the nine goats?
Where are the three rams for Kiama?
Yes, why is your Riika lenient, you were to be made an outcast,
Wasn't she so innocent,
And she swallowed your errors bitterly,
Risked an exile,
Withstood ridicule,
Yet so freely you walked...


You gave her the tough choice,
To be yours or let the "error" survive poorly,
Her situation, orphan..
Made you a crude hero,
Thinking she had no choice...
It's twenty plus years,
Survival by mercy of well wishers and His grace,
Then your guts, wretched thoughts, dream of apology,
How lucky to get it so easily?


By the way,
Keep on calling me your son,
If you don't mind your soul,
You recommended my dismissal twenty plus years ago,
I won't mind,
Twenty plus years ago,


#001
Tracing The Roots: A madness Anthology.

El Nino:We're Ready For You

Awaiting you so long,
As the second coming of The Son,
Will your destruction be bold,
Will you fill our bodies with diseases?

If the meteorologists are right,
So are the bigwigs,politicians,
They'll have you as stepping stone,
To munch on Disaster Allocated Funds,
For they've better and urgent disasters to tend,
Than a natural one beyond their control...

El Nino when are you coming,
To wash away our crop,
To carry our humus to the sea,
And flood our houses?

We are tired waiting for you,
Or did your mother have a delayed,
A fake,an overgrown,a twin pregnancy?
Or are you a fallacy,a propaganda for shaking the masses?

C'mon, what's your point,
Are you a brain twist,a tweet or a teaser?
Your last visit was superb,
I hope you're digitally aware now,
For we are ARMED to the toe,
To NEUTRALISE your madness,
Come, El Nino come,
But if you're a coward continue hiding forever!

‪#‎Nomys_Madness

MILK AND HONEY

I'm a Bush boy,
Immersed in quasi elitism,
Education of the pen and book,
It's fine,I crisscross the world history,
As I brush off my culture...

I'm a Bush boy,
Taught to milk and harvest honey,
The best gifts Israelites got promised,
Taught to graze and hunt,
Skills that ensures food security,
Throwing jabs,spears and arrows,
Ensuring security of the community...

I jeer the foreign lifestyles,
I dare get them off my life,
Where music is twerks,
I'm good African,
I'm secured African,
No food,no junk can outshine,
Our beloved milk and honey...

Education of the pen,
Has no role better than getting brain webs,
Where books are just for papers,
And the papers job seeker's weapon...
Unlike milk and honey,
So raw,so natural,
Preciously nutritious,
Simply harmless,humbly hardy...

Milk and honey,
Where leaders are not lie bound,
Where ties are valued,
Betrayal and hypocrisy hardly heard,
People so real,free of capitalism...

I'm a Bush boy,
Who's cry is endangered,
And desires slowly massacred*,
By the progressive minds of change,
That believe whiteness is the order,
And screws our culture,
From food,mannerisms and...

Who swaps milk and honey,meat,fruits and blood,
For cookies,smokies,juice and soda?
Healthy shift is the term!
I'm loyal to milk and honey,
Let me stick in the Bush,
For the darkness in it glows than the whiteness of evolution...

‪#‎Nomys_Madness

CRY NOT TEACHERS

Your cry is heard,
Your bosses have fought,
Fought mercilessly like Spartans,
And our kids became grass in a bullfighting pitch.

Smile!
Teachers of the nation,
Your tears had not been vainly taken,
At least some snaps,
Some thoughts,
And attention has been given.

Teachers,
Trainers of the nation,
Groomers of leaders,
Sowers of knowledge,
Future determinants,
And shapers of societal norms,
See the products of your efforts!

Cry not teachers,
Didn't you teach us tolerance?
Peaceful coexistence you said,
Is the throb of diversity,
Sharing wows and woes equally,
Is a lesson to embrace now.

Culture sneaked a tip,
That one who dares an elephant,
In excretion process must,
Be ready to lose in the end,
Your generals fought heartily,
Your commandos outnumbered,
Your resource bank depleted,
And your win was postponed...

‪#‎Nomys_Madness

WEDDING

Wedding!
It's here,
I'm marrying her!

A bull must be slaughtered,
Rice will be eaten,
Potatoes shall fry!

I'm marrying,
The shy daughter of Gathunu,
Her silence has brought laughter,
Her silence will be my merry.

Welcome friends and family,
Let your son get a family,
Come for the committee,
Raise dowry for my wife,
And allow me to kiss the bride!

‪#‎Nomys_Madness‬

DONT PAY TEACHERS

Pay them not a cent. Teaching is a calling just like priesthood. No teacher should be given an extra coin,pay them not.

The teachers should relax. Theirs is a noble duty that no man can afford to reward. Who can measure knowledge imparted to a class of forty per hour? Who is rich enough to buy Socrates' teachings, Aristotle's thoughts and Solomon's proverbs? Don't pay the teachers!

Tell me to shut up. For I'm not a teacher but before that, give me a teacher-less venture, practice or profession,and I will show you a wrecked future, nation and a centre for doom!

Pay not the teachers,give them subsidised offers. Let their children and spouses learn more by paying half fees. Give them welfare buses to save time for teaching. Give them free gas,that they cook faster to teach longer. Give them decent housing, to rest well for better delivery. Give them plots and land,their attention to be deviated not to investments.

Pay not the teachers and they hide the key to change.
Pay not the teachers, that we may wallow in ignorance and poverty.
‪#‎Nomys_Madness‬

******FIXED*****

" Glemo we must hurry up,school of med is an hour ride. Spin faster." Snapped Simon.
He was so anxious to host a medical student. Why? Ledu,that Education Affairs Secretary and close associate would be on stitches and surprised on a scale balance. Ledu, a common factor in girls' circles would be missing a point,a crazy note and knot... Where the hell did this sonafabitch get her?

Tammes, the African mzungu was fixing the room in no rush. An expert in interior design, colognes,roll ons and deodorants were making the scent never known in this universe. With the borrowed duvets,carpet and table cloth,the cube could make UK grant the idiot a job in the State House. Ego was his major but such a triumphant effort,Simon had to shut the critical tongue slash.

Friends and loyalty. Johanna was on the mix,fixing memory cards and CDs,how only the micro comrades could tell if only Tammes had not elongated their slumber. The woofer was scratchy courtesy of the cockroaches,no wonder they were doomed in Rwanda!Johanna had to fix it. ASAP.
Simon was about to be at ease. Every moves was almost cool,only the kitchen was hot. Then Tostee the Mr. Kitchen Master,he who cooks everything,pilau,chicken,orders,lies,rumours, stories... " Your coils just blew,two of them,one with pilau, the other one did much better,spilled your meat and...."
He was having fun,matter of factly,his words were clear-fix the situation senile bro lest you first impression gets juicier.

"Your extension is sick buddy,no music,no mixes,we're fixed." Johanna's message was simple. " You live next door,three rooms,find an extension-two,we need a back up plan,three minutes is an excess." Simon had to spit,time wasting jeopardised his chances.
"Pick that buzzing sorry device,vibrations and cancer are pals,die alone." Sam,the naughty year two brat was at his friendliest tone,he had the whole clock to watch Simon murky party.
" Hello Abote, your piece on dangling strings* was sick and sic. Nude truth bro.."
What's the difference? Really..
 
"Go to hell! Tracy and I are coming down there. She is into you buddy, I have gloves,just in case you guys decide to.... two minutes and we're in. I should not have called,It was a surprise visit,impromptu rather. Be set idiot.." Off he went. Abote,The Proof Reader of The Union had his way with laughter, girls,pranks and now this,fixed Simon. That girl Tracy was a crash but now...
"Please buddy,I just bumped unto it,I can't spill juice on the white table cloth willingly." Tostee the mess was at his messy biz.

"Fold that cream bed sheet into a super quartet,clean your shit on this sheet. Now." Simon was trying cooling his temper,If only he could sack the thumb like Plato the film guy!
"Sweety were are in a mad jam,a truck has blocked the road and our MU84 is number 25 from the leading car.Traffic try to fix it. I'm so hungry,cook faster." That was a relief. If only Virginia could overstay in that jam,he would be done fixing Abote,Crash,Tostee,Johana and ooh! Like  idiot-Raju- all is well ,was the only comforter.

"No more single boys in my circles, Jacky here is the good boy I promised." Ledu the fixer was hooking Simon! At his place as he stared at the busy dungeon turned hotel,club before getting the stare of-get your jerky Jacky out we have VG,the medic coming.
Abote the laughing pro,chairman of selfies and humour was right,right in place,fixing the catch,the crash to Simon. Fixed. Two girls around,for him,messed table cloth,blown coils,dilapidated extension and VG was off jam,near Kesses in 20 minutes. Fixed.

Think quick lest they kill you quick. You're fixed.

"Guys." He share the mind,told the truth,asked for help. And. Just. Worked. Out.
All oddities in check,the buzz was never loud but efficient. Abote and Johanna fixed the music system .The two,Tracy the crash and jerky Jacky helped Glemo and Tostee make the kitchenware and food orderly.
Ledu and Simon left for VG as Abote rehearsed the brand news jokes.
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#‎Nomys_Madness‬

 

That Smile...

Friends ,
A rare gift,
Good for emotional uplift,
Some so sweet yet new,
But the bond so strong to weaken.


With that smile I feel at ease,
With those words I find the peace,
With certain confidence they please,
With affection,I feel attached.


If the art hides the reality, the secrets of fantasy,
But some are so real and need no poetic guise,
Even in tough and rough times,
The bond strengthens bones of love,
True love of the nature and people,
Selected people who matter most.


The smile shines beyond wails,
That smile shows the real soul,
That smile weakens my being,
By making it more connected to the smile.


That smile,
That smile on a friend,
That smile covers and erases all the fears,
It is the secret to happiness...

‪#‎Nomys_Madness‬

LAST NIGHT

Last night,
The moon was bright,
Cold had the might,
But with the bonfires heat and light,
It was full of laughter with no fight.


Last night,
Don Khim sampled drinks,
Ceased to report only to entertain,
He spilled beans,spitted words,
And he was a laughing stock,
He broke his thirst virginity by tasting a second generation liquor!


Last night,
After eating the goat,
The Health boss gave a brand new type of flavoured rubbers en-masse,
The chants of 'we must enjoy'
Filled the air.
Last night,
Legal and semi-legal smokes got inhaled,
Eyes reddened,hysteria overode,
Air got cleansed, 'ubani' burnt in the pot,
Modern 'mrija' was centralised.


Last night,
Bodies were shaken,
Shoulders dropped,
Hips swayed,
Tushies smoothered and awakened snakes till some shed porridge!


Last night,
An orgy was slightly escaped,
Directors mingled and 'threw lines',
Tumbocuts had cut a niche,
Funny jeers and cheers saw dawn coming and dew dropping.


Last night,
Goat was slaughtered,roasted and eaten,
Elsewhere, with full stomachs and aroused bodies,
More and more goats were allegedly eaten,sausages roasted and eaten too!
Last night,
I had such a good dream!

‪#‎Nomys_Madness

'TERRORISTS'

The Wagalla massacre was just the tip of the iceberg for the Somali people. Back then during the Kenyatta regime, they used to be referred to as shifters. Both young and old were disrespected, thrown stones at and even killed. Kenyans were made to believe that they do not belong in this country thus they needed to go back to Somalia.

It is a different chapter for them now, but the book is still the same. They are still marginalized and mistreated and the reason this time, terrorism. All people of Somali origin in Kenya are regarded as members of the Alshabab militia group. It is even worse if one is a Muslim. They are always associated with any form of terrorism within the country where Alshabab related or not.

Their troubles began when a group of terrorists with Somali origin pirated a ship on the coastlines of Mombasa. They went ahead to kidnap and kill tourists at a holiday hotel in Malindi. It became worse when they took Westgate mall hostage ending up killing several people. Kenyans started getting angry and pointing blame fingers. They began associating any Somali, or a person with Somali characteristics as Alshabab.

What Kenyans fail to see is that the Somali are also victims of terrorism. During terror attacks, they are not separated from everyone else. They also have other relatives back in Somalia who are killed every so often when Alshabab strikes.

But who is to blame for Kenyans’ reactions? One could say that it is the media due to the choice of words they use whenever talking about a terrorist. They would use words like “illegal aliens” or “Islamic jihadists” which is very demeaning both the Muslims and Somali community. The media knows that it has a great agenda setting power therefore what it talks about is what the people will believe to be true.

One could also say that the government is to blame. During Kenyatta regime, the Somali were marginalized. No opportunities were made available for them. They were isolated. Presently, they are also marginalized. The government treats them differently from the other tribes in Kenya. They even need to be vetted before being allowed to apply for certain necessities like identity cards. The leaders in the government of Somali origin do not even help their people that elected them to power from all the victimization they undergo.

At the end of the day after all has been said, it trickles down to the individual. An individual has the power to see and know that not all Somalis are terrorists. It is an undeniable fact that we have all interacted with a Somali at some point in time and those that we have interacted with should be what we judge the whole bunch of them with.

Anyway, Kenyans will always be Kenyans. We dwell more on our differences rather than similarities. We believe in separation rather than integration. We are always engaged in hate speech on a community that is not similar to the one we are associated with. This is a bad culture and eradicating it seems to be a tall order.

Terrorism is a new thing in Kenya. Everyone is trying to understand it but we end up doing so at the expense of a small community whose image has been tainted by a smaller minority in their community. We fail to look at individuals as themselves and associate them to an ethnic group. We need to actually join hands with the Somali to fight terrorism rather than considering the whole bunch as terrorists. All in all, no one would say it better than Sheikh Osman when he said in Pillars of Terror that, terrorism has neither culture nor religion.

By Christine Aseka

WATCH OUT: MODERN PASTORS

Learning how to make it in this life is a dream for everyone. Religious shortcuts are the easiest ways to use. Start a church, rise from pastor to bishop, add  a doctoral title from only you knows where, convince and confuse the followers and you're good to fly!!

The rise from humble to glorified at its best adored and desired. It is not worth cursing and  mourning about. After all it is the reason behind our daily struggles but the how we do it is a concern. Concern for morals. Concern for the course. Concern for the professional demands of the practice we engage in.

When I was young,going to church was mandatory. The lessons of the day preceded the supper and memory verse was a weekly endeavour. I may not have been the best student but the messages from the lessons were crystal clear. For the kids of our age the first lesson was  do not lie. Prone to stealing sugar and coins, it was overemphasised that do not steal.

Quarrels and boys were synonyms. Forgiveness was the next teaching and amid winning and losing we had no choice but accept the best we were taught.

A favourite class always revolved around Jesus. How he healed,gave food, made wine and how he stormed out the storm. Of significance was how he was sharp in dealing with his enemies, forgive them Father,they know not what they're doing. These lessons laid the basis of what I know about religious beliefs. The concepts of humility, tolerance,modesty,forgiveness, honesty are what I was made to believe as the ethics of religion,loving others as we love ourselves.


Learning from the media the allegations against a reknown pastor,bishop,doctor and reverend of how he killed a fellow human by bumping onto the said person using a luxurious car was interesting. How the pastor denies, responds,curses and oh!! A pastor alleged of falsehood,confirmed  cursingand not forgiving! Whether he conductedbthe said action or not,his approach and response towards the same makes him like a fellow commoner, not a revered man of the word. If this is the reaction what exactly does he teach?

Is this the way to lead the flock?

My take on religion,is that it should create harmonious relationship between fellow humans. It should show the way to the lost. It should be the ideal of the life to lead. Having a grasp of the contents of the the book used,my fear is that the pastor embraces the verse on preaching water and enjoying wine. I have no right to judge but it beats logic if I fail to question about the character.

With fake miracles and weird characters, the believers ought to rethink on whom to follow,whose lessons to implement, otherwise, like politicians, some of our modern day priests are interested in publicity be it right or wrong. In the mean time,hoping for justice system to work for the victims is all we look forward to get.

Gichimu Njeri. 

Ethnic Stigma: Somalis Are Kenyans .

In a country where the last name is a major qualification in some settings, isolation is expected. Watching the documentary  Pillars of Terror arouses emotions and bitterness. What mistake did the Somalis do to deserve isolation, mistreat and contempt?

A historic recount of this story runs across all the regimes in the country dorm the Shifta Menace in 1969 (Kenyatta era), Wagala Massacre in February 1984 (Moi era),the Kibaki era slightly launched the fire for isolation of the Somali people in the following era since the Alshabaab attacks that are associated with the people of the Somali decent has led to the demonizing of the entire community in the Uhuru era as the documentary film points out in the interviews of the Somali people.

Apart from the leadership, the media has been blamed as the main incitement tool by use of words that are sensational in nature in reference to the the alleged Alshabaab terrorists. Words such as and aliens are discriminative and without ignoring the power of the Media,the stereotype of the Somalis as terrorists has been reinforced by the media. Proper and appropriate reporting has to be called for and as Mercy Kandie (a journalist) states that the experience is new to Kenya and the reporters are learning more on how to deal with such kind of reporting, she however asserts that the media practitioners should try their best to report objectively as she also hints that before airing the reports the news items have to go through various editors who determine what exactly to post for public consumption.

As the interviews reveal,the mistreatment of the Somalis range from being handled with suspicion and even the innocent people are subjected to isolation and as suspects of terror attacks. As one Mama Rukia accounts, she was thought to have caused an explosion which she equally had no idea about.

Victims of circumstances, the Sheikh Osman Mohammed says that Somalis should be tolerant and misinterpretation of Jihad as something wrong ought to be corrected. He further calls for fair treatment of the Somalis.

One of the most conspicuous affairs that disgusted the Somalis was when the were taken to Kasarani in search of terrorists, as much as the major numbers of alleged terrorists are from the community, exposing the whole community to the search was termed unfair and trends on social media of  I am not a terrorist were viral.

Experts featured in the documentary include Professor Kembo Sure, Bishop Korir and Dr. Mbogo. They are of the opinion that language perceptions have an effect on the way people are treated. They all agree that the media, political leadership and the people should be  fair in addressing issues especially among ethnic groups to curb animosity. Bishop Korir and Sheikh Osman have similar opinions that the perpetrators should be dealt with without necessarily affecting the entire community.

In conclusion, the community should be given fair treatment but also it should be responsible to expose any suspected terror agents who might be amongst themselves in order to win the confidence of the entire nation. However, the nation should also be fair not judge the  Somalis as a community, rather as individuals. Kenya remains hopeful and as the words of the nation anthem state, may we dwell in unity,peace and liberty... Justice be our shield and defender.

Gichimu Njeri.

A HILLY EXPERIENCE: A STORY OF SAGALA

Touring is a pleasure,but long journeys are at times very boring. It was a decent send off to one of the comrades and the belief that driving to the coast means less clothes is a lie. The road to Taita,Voi,Sagala,the mountainous or is it hilly land?

The road from the land of champions to the land of pretty women is hundreds of kilometres away. As the moves,you sleep,wake,eat,sleep,still on motion. The only impressive features past Nairobi are only the dry Ukambani lands,the ongoing SGR, Standard Gauged Railway and its Chinese Constructors. Oh!!
The baobabs are interesting too!! With their wide base and the humanlike gait,bottled curvatures and the leafless branches makes you wonder why such big trees sustain themselves in an isolated world without water, and why the age factor favours their existence, hardened maybe,optionless likely.

Arrival to the coastal land is marked by the appearance of the rocky hills and the sandy grounds.

Ascension to the land requires good wheels since the coils,spirals up the hill is not soft,the local leadership has invested much on the maintenance of the natural environment and totally forgot to invest in making good roads. The roads are actually oversized footpaths enlarged by the geographic processes of the nature.
Thinking of nature,Sagala habitants are not only conservative in their culture, but also in not clearing the bushes. Even around their homesteads! Traditional bushes and trees enjoy the nature just as they were destined to to be.

A few miles from the Tsavo,buffaloes once in a while sneek to say hi to the Sagala people, making a few actions of verifying that they are wild animals.

Hills and heights means clear vision of the land beneath, early morning's stare at the sunrise is a scene to remember, the weak rays of the sun that lighten the base ,Tsavo and the road to Mombasa that is facing the competition from the new SGR makes the camera's memory to wish storing more.

Hills mean wind and the Sagala land is windy nonstop making one be armed with heavy clothing as a necessity. The wind whirls,whispers and theatens to take light things with it.

Rocky hillys,bushy,sparsely populated and brownish appearance makes the hilly world a real wild for hiking and nature walk site. With the wind blending with the sun,the inspiration to climb up and down is flavoured.

The Taitas with a Kenyan coast accent of Swahili and relatively short are highly hospitable. Generously ready to offer their meat and pilau, well cooked by the people who know what it means to prepare a meal. The people are super humble with a million and one courteous mannerisms. Ready to say welcome and sorry as part of their living,a visitor is always treated kingly by all,young and old,male and female.

And as the topic of food fades, at the coast,spoons are a rare cutlery. Washing hands is the norm and it's the expection. Fingers are the scoopers.

With a harsh terrain, agriculture is sparingly practised and the main economic activity is still a major challenge explaining the story behind the mudwalled houses and humble lifestyles.

Scorpions sporadically attack the dwellers of the hills, and, having experience and expertise on the same, special stones and herbs are used to remove the poison, and life moves on . Snakes too have a share, and the same criteria is used by the experts and even the professional doctors recommend the methods workable.

Highly religious, the Sagala people live harmoniously, and only if the local leadership can improve on the basic infrastructure, the inhabitants of Sagala are the most peaceful lot in Kenya.

A recommendable place to tour!!!
GICHIMU NJERI.

PEACE BROKERS

Peace!
We shall vote in one piece,
We shall preach peace,
And that's our stand,
Just watch to understand.


Deal struck,
Comrades' heels on track,
To resumes studies,
Together as buddies.
But with politic uncover,
Peace is a dream endavor,
With pain to bear,
With fright and fear.


Wounded commissioners,
Accusing executioners,
Torched shops and broken legs,
Pained minds and walking pegs!
Celebrating 'peaceful elections' ,
With no signs but petitions,
And the threats are a no care,
As there lacks logic spare.


‪#‎Nomys_Madness‬
(for paupers in a bush college)

LESSONS FROM GES

DISCLAIMER: Daring/open-minded/enterprenueral readers

Hoe for hire,
Hotter than fire,
A hotbed engine.


If whores get paid,
Courtesy of been laid,
Why hire not a hoe?


Garden needs a great hoe,
For deep digging and mow,
Good garden and hard hoe,best produce!


Fellow hoe holders,
Join the row of bold climbers,
If whores are hired,why not hoes?


‪#‎Nomys_Madness

OLD IS GOLD

Have you ever asked yourself this quire question? Why do many women prefer to be dated by older men?
The answer is best known by you depending on the angle at which the question was posted.
It is a known fact that women are so attracted to older men. I don’t necessarily mean that a twenty-two year old lady will date a man who’s seventy and above age wise. I mean a woman dating a man who is a few years older than her.
Let me answer this question in correlation with my view on such a topic and also on views collected by different individuals. Would I prefer an older boyfriend to a young star? Of course yes and there are different reasons as to why but will quote a few.
The major reason to this topic is that, these men tend to be much caring as compared to the dotcom men “youngsters”. Am not talking from experience but based on my research, several women gave this answer as their major. A woman would always want to be treated as a queen despite of the situation at hand, when she bombs to a man who can treat her this way, she will always stay. This point includes several aspects too. You will always find that these men are more established financially; they could sponsor your luxurious life which includes holidays to superb destinations like Malibu, Dubai and any other destination of your choice. I could stay and yearn for such a life too… don’t judge me my dear reader am just thinking out loud.
Dating older men is much exciting simply because they are more experienced in handling women and are better in bed. They know where to touch, press and when to let go. Understanding a young woman’s perception of life and needs. The understandings are estimated to be the greatest advantage these older men have that make them be on top of their game. Who on earth would deny herself the chance to have an exciting sex life, no one, right?
 Wow, I love this fantasy.
By Jackline Were.

POWER HUNGRY: SHAMELESS ACADEMICIANS

When a kid asks for razor,give it to it!!!

The crave and thirst for democracy led to the varsity sloting elections into its system,to breed,groom and grow the new generation of leaders more so, the educated, informed and pris coloured. Most often than not the spirit has been violated and misused.

July 2015, will be a today in history for Moi University, students fought on tribal lines for their leaders. Stones flew,banners got burned and tribal arousal was at its maxima, in a public university, the foundation of knowledge!

Ideological differences between the aspirants were no common ground for diversity, looks and the last name were the most prevalent factors. It is ashame to note that despite all the lectures and the books read,the reasoning of scholars is limited to things that are beyond one's control, looks and tribe. How much does one invest to be born in a given community or to look in a given appearance? Thinking that learning changes mentality of a person is indeed true but not constant to all!

Pointing fingers and poking the Moi University alone is hypocritical. It is just a crack that shows what the whole society is made of,the Kenyan society. The national arena is a better circus scene than the varsity since it is coloured crimson and affects the livelihood of the entire society. It is the so called the national leaders who came up with phrases like, your name betrays you.

Parents are not clean neither. Who makes children aware of their origins and the wrong stereotypes of the other communities? Referring to other communities in derogative terms is not from heaven like Israelites manna.

It would be unfair to justify the acts without condemning the cheap electorate who are willing to injure in the protection of their  cheap liquor buyers and tribesmen more so campus students who are tomorrow's leaders. It's a shame!

The leaders who manipulate and incite themasses are the heart that throbs and supplies hatred. A true and real leader has control of his or her masses and knows how to win supporters by persuasion, is tolerant to diverse opinions and leadership oozes out their systems like water from a spring, unfortunately, this breed is rare around. Hatemongers, tribalists and power hungry fellows are r the common type .

Dreams of democratically elected officials is all the hope is about but is it easy? Heaven only knows.

GICHIMU NJERI.

SMARTCARDS? NO BW.RINGEERA.

It’s really unfortunate that the CEO HELB wants to frustrate the efforts that have been made by the current academics director,Edwin Gogo. Previously,comrades have really suffered to raise school fees and upkeep while in campus. However much it’s the human nature to no be satisfied with what we have, the money that the higher education loans board provides is still very little. More often than not, the money comes and there is no definite place that a comrade can give an account on apart for the few Kamaus and Nyamburas who have ventured into business while still studying.

More than half of our population in campus are from either single parent or not even a single parent alive but really broke.

The previous semester was a bad mad semester for all of us to swallow. Without our wish two of us were laid to rest.RIP Charity and Isaac. For the lady she was hardly given even an opportunity to give her last wishes on earth.Most of comrades missed accommodation probably due to lack school fees accommodation fees or due to lack of enough social facilities to accommodate our comrades in campus. What a semester!

The HELB smartcard policy is meant to monitor on how we use our finances. We are all Kenyan citizen and the idea has been publicly rejected because who wants to be told on how to spend his or her finances? No one is willing to be monitored like a bank with a CCTV camera on a how to use their finances. I believe “mtoto akililia wembe mpe” and” asiyefunzwaa na mamaye hufunzwa na ulimwengu”. Lessons learnt through experience stick much more and longer than those which are imposed.

The battle ahead is really great. We are of diverse financial,social and academic background but at the end of the day I must ensure that my position as a vice chair ensures that every student is accommodated and appreciated in our dynamic community that is changing socially and economically every day. I join the camp and ideologies of the guys of the liberal minded not only in  Moi university but also in the nation of Kenya  who are  out tospearhead and to ensure that our comrades are well represented in our respective unions and governmental associations/organizations, my desire is to see that more comrades finish in peace and satisfaction that there was no hindrance  during their educational programme.

 The HELB smartcards are of no benefits to students. In fact they are adding more liabilities to us. We shall repay the loan with interest plus tax and now they are adding more and more expenses. No! No! No! I will not sit and see us being exploited. Despite my political aspirations I am a comrade I would rather die by being comrade than be a daughter of a man who is reaching out to the very last dime of the average Kenyan. I am a comrade no matter what. Whatever affects a comrade affects me like a mother nursing a young baby….we say NO TO HELB SMARTCARDS!

By Grace Njenga.

 The writer is a third year student in the School of Education (guidance and counselling)

Dress for Comrades

I'm generous enough to chew a bone with you, in fact its a bond of contention.
My dress my choice jingles and calls had been trending a season ago and amongst comrades the jibes were loudest, the late Senior Counsel and Senator Mutula had his say raise controversy. And from high school to college the most outstanding identity marker is the dress code. Our share ,our heart, our soul for share,dressing in campus.
Lie not, how much did you raise and save for clothing when you were joining the varsity team? Were it not that the sponsors ,parents and wellwishers had a hand into your budget allocation, you won't have met the minimum requirements! However the best part was that the kind of clothes your interest banked on were the expensive boutique pieces. Your thirst was joked with since your needs were partially dealt with. For the he fellows it is never that big affair till...
And now that nobody cares about your looks, sampling all the fancy dresses and hairstyles and shoes and make-ups and what else!!! All the smells in the universe, all the looks, all the walking styles,alll the sways and crawling around are at your disposal! What matters most is to sample!
What clicks to your mind when that tumbo cut is combined with a micro miniskirt and pen sized heels as a lady struggles to rush for a late class,face looks ashy and the outdated afro hair heavier than the head, oversized googles, blood red lips and did I mention the smell of the deodorant and the nail size,and the the gait in rush? My dress my choice!
Gents have a reasonably well nurtured dress,save for a few upcoming trends of very baggy jeans and skinnies. Why on earth would decide on putting a class eight's pair of pants? Fitting is the ideal trend but super micro fitting is not a man's affair. Who wants to see those funny manly bodies and irregular shapes? Then why should one put on a set of clothes equivalent of blankets and sheets? The last punch on men, why is it necessary to sag the pants if at all the anal diseases are not upon you and you are straight (whatever it means!).
Smart,decent,recent, classy,sassy, up to date,trendy, fashion conscious among others are the words associated with the campus generation but I believe it would strike attention if we drop the fashionista tendencies anyhowly. I tend to believe that fashion entails remaining relevant, decent and presentable in all the settings and situations. Unless you are a model or a fashion designer, you have no business in fancy and funny attires. You are a scholar,and intellect, show it by the appearance!
Gichimu Njeri.

RELIGION,THOU ART DEAD...

 How many of you still pray in church? Or rather, how many of you don’t just recite prayers in church-or wherever it is that you pray? Now days it has gotten to the extent that we recite prayer just because we are afraid of the repercussions. I mean, the concept of eternally burning or having molten sulphur pouring over your skin- if you are one of those who subscribe to the notion that sulphur is what will be used-is not a very reassuring option. In fact for most, it is this “oppression” that makes them question the existence of the deity that we refer to as God.
 My bone of contention is with everyone and anyone that walks around claiming to be a devout religionist-if such a thing even exists-just because they go to church regularly and undergo a common ritual of praying every morning and evening. The question that seems to have plagued society and more so religionists is “what is religion? Is it similar to belief or are these two very different?” Anyone who follows religion but does not show it in their actions, according to the Holy Book used by Christians is no different from the person who doesn’t follow religion at all. Am sure you are all waiting for me to explain why I say that religion is dead.
 Just like Nas’s song talks about how hip hop is dead, I’m going to give ways in which I believe religion is dead. Of course we have the obvious one where most people following religions are nothing more than hypocrites. It has devolved to such degrees that our children will not know the real reason to follow religion, or rather to believe in a Supreme Being. When they’ll ask you why they have to go to church every Sunday, all you’ll probably tell them is “so that they can go to heaven and not hell.” Children are no longer taught to love God and believe in Him because it’s the right thing to do. Instead they are pushed in that direction by sheer fear that is instilled in them by their parents, teachers and Sunday school teachers. A propos, I also have a bone to pick with these so called instructors, but that’s for another time. Ask any kid why he/she goes to church and the answers you’ll get are: “because mummy/daddy tells me to; so that I don’t go to hell; because God says so; because my friends go there.” Ask them why they pray and the answers will be even more diversified.
 Then we move onto the reading of the Bible or whatever Holy book it is that you engage in. When was the last time any of you read the Bible because they wanted to find God? Or read so that they can gain some insight or understanding into what loving God really entails? Am sure most of you don’t even read the Bible. You just wait for someone else to do the reading for you and interpret it for you.” Isn’t this the reason we have priests, pastors or whatever name you would like to give them?” I can almost hear someone asking. Priests are just there for guidance only. We should be able to read the Bible for ourselves, find its meaning as we see it, then-and only then-do we seek guidance.
 Finally we get to the actions that we commit. It is not proper for someone who considers themselves a believer to not care about others. Every religion, be it Christianity, Buddhism, Islam, or Jewish focuses mainly on one central aspect of life; that is goodwill to fellow human beings. This can be translated as doing unto others what you would like to be done unto you. That is why whenever I see or hear about churches wrangling amongst one another over such silly issues as leadership, I fear for humanity as a whole. If religion and belief become nothing more than just a label that people wear so as to be recognised, then we are doomed to a future where people no longer keep their word, people no longer care about what happens to their neighbour so long as they themselves are doing well and worst of all, people pray and go to various designated areas of worship but still indulge in morally questionable acts.
 I am not saying that I am a saint or that I have an exceptionally good moral compass; but I’d rather not go to church than be a hypocrite. What’s the use of lying to yourself and others that you are a believer when all that you are doing is being a hypocrite? This is like a partner who claims to love the better half but still cheats on them. If you are going to make a commitment to your faith, do so whole heartedly.
 So, is religion really dead? With it being commercialized, to the extent that you can now M-pesa your “offering” and where church leaders accumulate more wealth than our fattened politicians, and where dressing to church has become about fashion, I say it is well on its death bed. If only Jesus could come back to whip people into shape.

By Christine Aseka

MAD TIMES: WHAT I LOVE VERSUS WHAT I NEED

Why? My mind is so full, the schedule so tight? In fact my brains are wearing with the depletion rate high than replenishment!

The research proposal has been accepted, chapters two and one expected in ten days and the library is just but an old library of empty mahogany and metallic shelves,few old books with no any content worth my area of study. Literature review is a quagmire and the semester is running. Mad.

That interview past midnight, (directors crave for publicity even at the wee hours!)should be compiled before eight and that call,
"You're failing me buddy,the deadline was 48 hours ago. " Whines the magazine editor. If only he knew how much I'm fixing everything!

Did  I mention a fixed class at ten? And how it has been delayed up to the mid of the crazy semester only the humorous lecturer knows. A text twinkles in my phone. Who suggested it at such a precious hour? I'm to interview a national TV news reporter (which is as big as the heaven itself!) plus that comedian we booked,first time on broadcast,notes can be written later but this ‪ArtShow‬ edition is a MUST.

Group work? I was to do my personal CAT ( imagine a ten page monster)and here rings the call from you guess who? A sevenbook author! Same time,sometime for a dilemma. How many times did I try booking him for an exclusive cover? No one has ever given him the platform. As much as he has an ego,his story is a potential hit and a brand maker too,the chance is mine to shine! All these must be done,deadlines,marks,correspondence.

And the evening much easier,so there is a CAT that needs watching five movies! And all about feminism,women empowerment,women oppression,women idiocy,women cowardice, women evrything!One question, five movies,about women,ten pages.

 How many lectures I've to catch up only notes dictate. The communal wifi is misbehaving as usual,then I must incur the nightbundle burden of the mega green company(millionaire company that feedeth on skinny studentship allowances for upkeep)

Power gone! Having my greens from the last woman at stage,muddy cold Eldoret having a toll on my chest and now the dark streets plus unless I join rodents community,my intestines have to wait for a brighter day!

As I struggle planning how to wake up early,the phone buzzes,the lady (feminism classes well understood,otherwise this term is overstatement) whines over my laxity(of all terms!) in making up to her,how I pick no calls,no text reply and how she needs attention! Then momma follows suit,and I'm supposed to manage all these and how my head twists and the stomach rumbles! Responsibilities. Gentlemanliness dictates humility, so do I,but...

Tommorow.Off.Phone. Some sacrifices must be made and did I mention the editor in chief is on my toes demanding articles? He will get them,next semester.
Discarding the phone is inevitable,after all no power to charge. When passion and needs merge,my crash is the next big thing! Luckily I'm big headed, there's room for brain to expand to!

Giving Due

Open,
Squeeze,
Swallow,
Good !
Swallow it faster,
Open wider,
I like it!
Good!
Once more,
Slower now,
Deeper,
More,
Again!
Feels so great!
Last round now,
Let's do it together,
Open,
Squeeze,
Suck,
Swallow,
Everything,
Ouch!
Bitter Sweet!
My good toddler,
Overfed pig style,
And who says daddy is bad?
Let's sleep lovely one....

Legalise It!

Legalise It!
The Weed said to be holy,
And the legislature know it,
If it magnifies scope to eat,
Who cares on impact?
Legalise it!

Our heads are spinning,
Brains vaporising,
To slow down,to blow down,
Weed,the only lead to get rid,
That we set ablaze the vision of the nation,
Legalise it!

We got mad ages ago,
By letting in the genius breed to lead,
We became insane when the leading elite lost appetite for money,
We embraced being nuts when we empowered visionary flagbearers,
Whose focus on development is never deemed by politics,
Our solution is to legalise it,
And regain our sobriety.
Legalise Bhang!

That we get empowered to bang,
Get auto-permitted to hang ,
That our minds cool down,
And put on equality gown,
Of driving our nation,
With bhang showing us direction,
To the debate-mover's destination.
Legalise it!
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S Generation

Attention! This is the command made by the uniformed fellows while raising and lowering the flag of the nation however, the attention here is elsewhere. Concentration on the women rear parts,by them and the society.
Courtesy of songs Anacoda by Minaj, Wiggle by Snoop and our own Mapepo , the rear has been gratified and probably made a trend where our millenials are keenly embracing the popular new culture with such a rush.
Clothes exposing the 'goodies',skinnies and fittings are enjoying the breakthrough as the tailors and designers munch with relish the hyped and hiked profits. Guardians and parents loosening the knots by saluting change,gives the situation its due position.
Amazingly,unfortunately are those who are 'not blessed' with bouncing,curvacious,bumpy and booty rears. They feel embarrassed and desperate to resolve to any way,method and shortcut to acquire the big bums. From fake fabrications,injections to lotions (some applied using the timing butt slaps tactic ) that enlarge or create illusion of largeness,the ladies are into it,as long as they secure fat a*s!
Sadly,some methods yield into unproportional and seasonal bumps! Irregular bumps are the funniest observations which are more embarrassing than small regular butts! Health complications and side effects are said to be prevalent. Social isolation,laughter, gossip and castigation is obvious to those who know the individuals since its odd to grow some parts fortnightly.
Whether it is the male who demand or its the female who feel insecure with the little bumpy rides, I know not but a little survey indicates it as a trend such as tatoos, mohawk ,big boobs (which is yet to be embraced fully due to cost) or any other mode of fashion amongst the ladies while among the male kingdom,they prefer bootilicious girls for parties but naturally made bumps for mothering their kids.
Elsewhere,the fingers are pointed to the indiscriminate consumption of western online content.
Your take?

Loving Oneself Battles.

Do you love yourself? How much love do you have towards yourself? A close friend lost his dream girlfriend who said she can't fall in love with a man who loves himself. It came out as a shock since my friend, a believer in the Christian teachings on love that you should love others as you love yourself, lost terribly in the debate on trying to justify his stand. What he failed to make, is the meaning that the girl got from the phrase,' I love myself'.

May be the said fellow was and probably is not alone in the semantic dilemma. What is the meaning that you associate with the phrase loving one's self? Does it make you happy to love yourself? Do you love yourself publicly or privately? How often do you love your self? Do you shy or feel embarrassed when one talks about it?

According to Erich Fromm (1956), loving one's self means caring about one's self, taking self responsibility, respecting yourself by being realistic and honest about one's strengths and weaknesses. His argument differed from the assertion that loving oneself involved egocentrism, arrogance and conceit.

The concept of loving oneself further deepens to the next level known as narcissism, which simply means excessive love for oneself and the sexual desire for one's own body. Narcissistic personalities have the tendencies feeling so powerful and self adequacy.
Albeit in small numbers in relation to the population, the effects are self destructive. This personality is common amongst men.

In further clarification on the concept of loving oneself, the idea of having sexual desires to one's own body may be the main reason why the lady couldn't give the guy a chance in her life. How should she live with a person who loves himself?

Loving yourself is highly recommended but not to the extent of narcissism. If you don't love yourself, depression is very likely to camp unto your wellbeing. It is only by self love that you learn to appreciate your abilities and utilize them to the level best. It is by self love that you enjoy self esteem and it’s only by self love that you learn to dismiss inferiority complex. It is also through self love that you learn being assertive and decisive, not desperate to anyone who thinks to intimidate you.

The best version of self love involves awarding yourself when you meet the set goals, setting practical and realistic goals.The concept of the highest soaring eagle achieves and strengthens the self love ideology.
Love yourself. Don't be a narcissist. Appreciate your strengths, but don't let them be your weaknesses.
Have oneself love, won't you?

Too Qualified!

Ever thought you are better?
Then reality is bitter.
Bouncing out as a comrade,
Joining the rest in parade,
Not as officers,
But hungry job-hunters..
If only I knew what matters!

If we were plenty,
Employer got hefty.
Selection applied tactics,
And dirty damn antics,
Little did I know,
I'd been cornered,
A sumptous surprise I garnered!

Your certs are extremely good..
Honestly my institute is too crude,
To tame and harbour, Such brains,
You are an ostrich,
We are just cranes!

I suppose or guess,
You look for better grounds to graze.
Talk of stare,
Or even a glare...
I got confused,
And lastly amused,
If that criteria was empirical...
Definitely it seemed satirical...

If Only She Could See

She loves how love her,
His touch,sensitive fingers that excite her adrenaline,
His touch,that speeds up her blood,
Heats up her ears and nostrils,
He is the one for her.

She loves his bariton voice,
Voice that reverberates in her dreams,
Assuring her of his commitment,
Voice that sounds so romantic,
As it recites poetry and sings heavenly songs to her,
The voice that she loves.

The smell of his perfume,
And his thin sweat odour she terms sweet,
That olfatic product she picks from a million,
A smell she loves.

The taste of his lips,
And that of his hand,
Rare and only known to her,
A taste she loves to enjoy.
The grip of his hand and warmth of his chest,
A haven for her peace,
An epitome of security,
And a quench to her thirst,
Satisfaction she loves.

Her soul is however battling,
Her spirit prowling and a heart throbbing,
The curious,desire, urge and expectation,
To know the man she loves,
If only she could see.

Remains

Seven days a week,
The lifetime of a housefly,
It's existence so definite,
Yet the potential is infinite,
And it's passion for dirt is reknown,
The impact is enormous,
Not because for a single fly,
It's the teamwork embraced by the fly kingdom.
Safari ants like their name,
Are in constant motion,
Active as a hungry hyena,
Aggressive* like an ostrich whose abode is on fire,
Loyal to the queen to risk their lives,
Brilliant to have food stores for the future,
Yet the skinny ants are blind!
The honey-makers,
Musicians,buzzers,
Busy cleaning,protecting and searching for livelihood,
Whose loyalty calls for a wounded rear in an attack,
Ready to die en mass,
To guard what they believe in.
An end is unpredictable,
Unless its a movie,novel or mass,
Human life is so precious,
However,its oozing out so easy,
If the flies,safari ants and bees live purposeful,
Our mandate is larger,to live a trail,
And as we mourn and celebrate a life,
As we place the remains six feet downwards,
We should have the memory clear,
And have the visible remains forever.

Be Happy

Be happy is easier said than done. How is one expected to be happy with all the worries? No food,no money,no that dream house,no fees,no love and yet be happy? Yes,life is hard with a million reasons to wake up whining with a kilometre long lips,clenched fists to get off the disappointments off one's ways but does it really help? Be happy!
Human wants will never be fully satisfied. Waiting to get all that one desires will hardly happen . Most likely,one may meet all the needs albeit in struggles at least available. Is that not a reason smile?
What you have,someone dreams to have it,what you can kill to get,elsewhere someone wonders where to dispose it and still pissed off by life. Why?
Happiness is as a result of appreciation the little favours,what we have,looking towards the future hopefully,accepting the reality and working on the improvement positively. Happiness means we celebrate those who strain and sacrifice for us.
Happiness is the best way to face the daily life,putting on that smile amid hardships,looking forward positively and appreciating all that is with us and for us.
Be happy!
‪#‎Morning_rants

For Our Posteriority...

For Oneness Sake
Sweety,
Tommorow we are visiting Ma'
You'll dress on a dress,
Covering your chest to knee
Least make up on,
You'll put on a leso,
And cook for us,
No'gentleman traits',
You'll attend me with utmost humility,
I won't help on any chores,
I won't open your car's door,
Limited online tours,
Lend yours ears to Ma and aunts keenly,
Question them least,
Servitude and simplicity,
Will be your clad on morow's show.

Is It True?

Is it true,
That a haven once made,
From the grass to grace,
By One spectacled fellow,
And made it everyone's mellow,
Has been reduced to a goldmine?

Is it true,
That the dream day school,
Where girls became ladies,
Boys to men,
Has hit the headlines negatively?

Is it true,
That the baton bearer,
Of the reknown institution,
Has evolved to an untouchable,
Abusing parents and power equally?

Is it true,
That the academic foundation,
We struggled to dig so dip,
Has been trembled?

Village Girl V

Why did I hug her?
What made me peck her?
But last evening she looked 'hot',
I believe she was on heat!

Wait,
Since the town visit,
She has embraced the art of shower,
The science of cosmetics and,
Away from overdoing make up,
She's a modern Village Girl but...

Like bush fire,
Bush gossip runs marathons,
It was only last evening,
And my name is a headline,
The lead follows the creative brains coining,
'at last he will marry one our own',
It's a shock only to me,
Were there not fears that foreign influence would spoil their boy?

Everyone is happy,
Except me and its awkward,
On asking her she says,
"Pretend not,It was the best thing,
I have never been so close to my dream man,
I'll protect our 'love' forever",

And...
If only she could wait,
If only she understood,
If only she won't have talked that much,
Hugs and pecks are basic appreciations,
Yet in the village,
Her uncles are glad that Kenya Charity's Boom,
Is knocking at their doorstep.

What is that about girl?
I'm sorry,deeply sorry,
I was just saying hey,
And you looked good!

Fearful Bites

Those colors,
Of running bugs,
From one point to the skin,
The pain may not be so serious,
Yet the feeling aroused,
As the little creatures take ones' body for a highway,
That smell when its crashed,
And a series of lovely pecks,
Oh micro-comrades!

In public on when exposed to heat,
 And the creature 'comes out' to see off suffocation,
Then spotted by fellows,
The suspicion you're handled with,
The fear installed amongst you,
Oh micro comrades!

How do they breed so fast?
To infest every scholarly joint,
Especially the precious sleeping zones,
Is the said fumigant spray effective?

I Refuse To Father

Get it clear,
Oh my beloved one,
Your love was the best,
It got off my naivety,
You taught me how to 'delay',
You taught me how to elongate,
You taught me how to 'warm up',
All I know about love is yours,
But I refuse to father your son.

Every moment with you,
Meant* heaven and hell to me,
Your expertise,clean and dirty,
Would lossen my every nut,
For had plenty, varieties,everything,
When I got exposed,
That I was a mere toy,
A pet to entertain you,
You had me for my stupidity,
And now you're dumped,
I won't console you errors,
And sorry,I father not your sins.

Experience

Experience,
Bond of contention,
alleged to deprieve the youngsters,
for you dwell amongst the older,
no job,no slot,no position,without experience.
You may be questioned,
yet genuinely,no one finds you easily,
you activate the theories,
harden the knuckles,
and engage brain to better understanding,
oh, Experience!

You are a viced virtue,
whose success depends on merging,
lectured/taught lessons,
actual actions and passion,
you are damn dependent on the three,
If at all your juice has to be worth.

Experience!
like wine,age favours you,
as an eagle your make one soar higher,
but as a peacock, you are arrogant,
and your ego is nursed by constant update,
without which you earn the world's cruel experience!

Bearers.

A good mother,
Turns every cloud,
To find a droplet,
For quenching a kid's thirst.

A modern mother,
Tours every drugstore,
To find the best injection,
For delaying grandmotherhood.

An excellent father,
Does every action,
To secure his household's livelihood,
For instance converting public assets to family property.

An ideal father,
Values education for his seeds,
That he engages in anything,
Like buying principals and exams.

Wait

Sometimes,
Waiting is disgusting,
The situations get tougher,
If only we could hold a bit longer,
Reduce anxiety,increase persistence,
All will be well,
At the most appropriate time.

Little Fresh Sisters

Anxiety and confusion,
Made them appear prettier,
Feared to cheer up,
Wondering what they'd be taken for,
For they were young,fresh and innocent.
Waiting to be guided,
Hiding under the inferiority tent,
But carnivorous claws needs a simple prey to attack,
Their maiden pieces were experienced,
The rolled words artistically,
Left the readers in awe,
And the maidenhood was a jeer,
Since when did a maid leave snow white sheets stainless?
When did a maiden take control putting speedometer on action?
When did a maiden learn to roll,
spin and explore without groans and funny iregular sound?
Penmistresses,wizards of words!

My little fresh sisters,
Could lend you their ears,
Give you company to learn,
Follow each of the guidelines,
Respect you accordingly,
Share their stories and ideas,
Have a life responsibly,
Give a laugh and a supporting hug,
My lovely little fresh sisters.

They are assertive,
Intelligent and talented,
Who can't see their bright future?
For they know what they want,
And are smart in and out to miss attention for looks and brains,
My two little fresh apprentices,
More than friends,
Mine to guide,protect and shine with,
My little fresh sisters,
Bold,bright and beautiful,
I miss them so heartfully.
‪#‎Reminisce‬
‪#‎Nomys_Madness

Our Independent Land.

Denied access to restaurant,
In my own independent land,
Dubbed criminals, named thieves,
Our people harassed, meagre pays,
In our own independent land,
Courtesy of facing East...

Enemies amongst ourselves,
Denying education to our countrymen,
In the name of violating rules and regulations,
Does putting a turban(kilemba) doom,
Religion is a human right,
Enshrined in the law of the world,
Access to education is limited,
In our own independent land.

Job description image,
Is a contrast in its access,
It remains a PR stunt,
And the interviews are formalities,
Job owners are the tribesmen,
Positions are reserved for the connected,
In our own independent land.

Celebrating our half a century independence,
Is less in milestones, plenty in promises,
Few moves in the right direction,
Greta steps in corruption,
Heightened devolution,
Devolution of leadership hypocrisy,
In our own independent land.

Here Comes The Lawbreaker

Here comes the fearless brat,
Who violated the rules,
Who dared the ancestors,
And married a foreign daughter,
A lady from the lands yonder,
And nothing befell him!!!!


Here comes rogue idiot,
The bastard of the riverside lady,
Who cried on  his pet's health,
Showing the tears in public,
A man who disgraced the unwritten rules,
And nothing befell him!!!

He comes the daring boy,
Who refuted the advice of the elders,
And pursued a field he liked,
With no care of who cared,
And unlike failure,
His success is indispensable!!!

He comes the crook son,
Who failed to recognise his father,
Named his first born off the cultural ways,
Called the father a seed donor,
And despised his apology,
Yet nothing befell him!!!


He comes the heroic child,
Who raised his neck high,
To break the pathetic taboos,
The archaic restrictions,
And shown the right way,
By following his heart and head!!

What happened to parenting?

Sodom must have never been fully burnt,
Otherwise where did sodomy originate from?
Who is teaching the omen to our kids?
How does a minor sodomize?

We used to be forced to bed,
When the programmes with adult content were aired,
There was thorough beating for betrayal,
Parents used to be so available for parenting...

When phones users were limited,
When no internet access was so accessible,
And materials were so censored,
When grandparents, uncles and aunts had roles,
Roles of advisory not limited to bridal price negotiations,
And parental roles made sense...

I miss the parents who used to help teachers by seen us do homework,
And ensured we went to Sunday schools,
They were fierce disciplinarians,
And scored excellently in scaring us,
We were made to work hard,
In the kitchen, field and every perspective,
They could listen to children and mentorship made sense.

But in this age of house girls,
Who train kids on every aspect,
In this age of caretakers, daycare,
In this age when material gain overlaps maternal and paternal roles,
In this age where instead of listening to our kid s we give them cash,
We allow them freedom to explore the world with no supervision.....

Then we shout that the society is rotten,
Then we want intervention,
Then we want help,
And blame the media,
Blame the government for laxity...


Last time I checked ,
The family is the foundation of society....

Village Girl IV

The village has been boring,
Aunty to her has made a favour,
Taking the girl to the town,
To change the pattern,
And learn a few townsfolk traits,
Which she has grasped instantaneously!

Last weekend she bumped into my place,
Excited to share her new world,
 A nice mini skirt on,a skinny on,
White sports shoes and green knee length socks,
Smart hair,over oiled though,
A pleasant smell,however a mixture of chemicals detected,
Make ups,a variety yellow shades near the eyelids,
Shiny forehead, glossy lips,
A million dollar blush,
And the oversized handbag?

She shared her story,
She shared her number,
She showed me her phone,
A qwerty keyboard Chinese brand,
Louder than the Mama Njoroges bleating goat,
That used to mess our dreams due to an underfed belly,
And the nagging nature of its ancestors,
She  told me of the twin sim card,
How calling rates are varied and how I should do the same,
She narrated her social media life ,
Her latest version of profile,
Her Photoshopped images that gather million likes,
And how she sends to spasms all the admirers.

She demanded an out,
Claiming her crave for chocolate,
Yet my memory was fresh how she used to munch stolen fruits,
She narrated her knowledge on five star hotels in town,
And how she swam on the weekend,
I doubted since the last time she almost drowned in the stream at home.
She was happy to learn to flush toilets,
And she couldn't make it why her cousin made so much fuss when her boyfriend pestered her to 'flush',
She was all smiles to know the town,
And could even jeer my little grasp on town lifestyle.

Unluckily,
The auntie is disappointed,
She claims her niece is extraordinarily difficult,
And her town life needs suspension!
A village girl in town!!!

Mess Around- Permission

No pointing fingers,
Despite the damage intensity,
Mess around my every venture,
And like Christ,my next cheek will be waiting your motivation,
So long as I'm right,
Your might will get its due,
But my fight,my flight,
Is the ability to kick off,
Take off to my destiny,
Closing ears and feelings,
Focus ahead,where I belong

Sleepless

Sleepless
Minutes to midnight,
Lights off ages ago,
Eyes off but on,
Envisioning future,
Analysing bad moves,
Laying mental steps to follow.
Mosquito's kiss reminds of love,
Crazy notions of forgiving,
Unpopular apologies,
Heated ego drop,
Ethics/discipline check,
Emotional control but this
does not warrant an escape,
Smashing this parasite,
Is synonymous to closing the nagging past,
A stroke on the bitten skin,
Equates picking up from bad times,
And couragiously trodding on.

Who Knows What Tommorow Holds?

What is it that you have?
That only waits the  future to be shown out,
Can't it be given out,
Portrayed to the world,
For appreciation and critique?
Who knows what tommorow holds?

Some realities are cruel,
Like taking a nap, are you sure to wake?
Like death been so close, soul so easy to ooze out,
Who knows what tomorrow holds?

We have potential,
We have talents,
We have uniqueness,
We have special abilities,
But how often do we exploit?

We ought to kill any fear,
We ought to be actively engaged,
We ought to do away with procrastination,
We do away with laziness,
And release the energy positively.
Who knows what tomorrow holds?

Our time is unknown,
But our impact can be felt forever,
Service to humanity,
Fulfilling our purpose on earth,
For can one be purposeless?
Seeking one's specialty,
And exploiting it to the fullest,
Is the noblest thing to do.
Otherwise if we fail,if we tail,with no trail,we will be frail,
And the world will suffer from our disservice.

Trainee Moments

Competing with sun on rising,
Ironing,polishing,making the knot,
Cold shower amid cold bites,
Lightening rush to check off her noise.

Yesterday was a dry day,
And the explanation made a sneer,
"You should have a nose for news!"
If only she could know  I had a nausea for news.

Stories dying of lack peculiar traits,
"Did the victim die?"
That translates to the reverse,
The story dies if the victim survives!

Office chats are impressive,
Sharing the tragedies humorously,
Stolen WiFi password,
Gives the day online tours,
Risking the tense moments,
But isn't risk worth time control?

Filling the logbook means driving soon,
But the thought of supervisory personnel scares the dreams away,
With consistence in story death,dry days and shared bylines,
The next destination is on "whatever comes may"

Harassment by the authorities in pursuit of comments,
Fear of respondents to give details and the excitement by others till they lie,
Make journalism juicier, exciting and honorable.

Handouts getting new newsworthy meaning,
And the experienced journos giving funny impressions,
Correspondence earning peanuts as passion rises above pay
But who pays bills with passion?

Ready to go!
Ready to earn,
Already learned and experienced,
Call me a trainee at your peril!!!