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