HAUNTED DUNGEON: A STORY OF MENENGAI CRATER

What do you make of a place that is treated as a shrine for worship and a devil's dwelling den at the same time?

Menengai Caldera or crater as popularly known, is a headquarter for confusion, mystery, history and geographic significance.

The name originates from among the Masai and locals call it 'kirima kia ngoma' literally mean mountain of the devil or the dwelling place for the devil. In Masai it means a place of corpses.

Located off the poshy Milimani estate in Nakuru town, can't proud of good road but a long dusty uphill murram road that makes one find a waste pit for excess calories and dehydration is a threat only curbed by bottles of mineral water which dehydrate soon as you consume. January heat is such a hit.

Theories of missing people,getting in trances, flying umbrellas, deaths of people are among the evils associated with the place. Did iI mention losing direction for days? I was with a friend who claimed to see smoke which I could hardly see!

Historically, the floor of the caldera is said to have been a battle field for the rivaling Masai over leadership and land. Death haunts the stories as fear emanates from the people.

However, the caldera is a blessing in disguise. It earns money for the guides and tax for the government. Locals have set curio shops and the snacks plus beverages are set there. One local man claims to have stayed there since 1982 and his family needs are taken care of by been a guide and a seller of the said shops.

It is an amazing site that I highly recommend everyone to tour and promote domestic tourism. Watching the eagles suspending and geological works take place demystify the mystic site.

Shrine,geysers, caves,heights are among the pleasantries to expect.
Don't forget to grab a bottle of water and curiosity, borrow even neighbor's!

Source: Observation, interviews, online sites.

My V

My V,

Happiness hauled and camped in my compound,
Your first smile smoothened my salient sorrowful soul,
Agreeing my quest,
Made me dub you my V,
Valued virtued,voice who leaves me voracious

Pierce of every piece found peace and healed,
When you heard,heeded my call,

Your smile sees off my worries,
Your warm hug assures me of your commitment,
Stating 'I love you'
Is not only for your coastal roots,perfect Swahili
chocolate curvacious complexion,
It's my heart's true feeling.

The Fight Must Go On

Injured in heart,
Injured in spirit,
Damaged skull,
Broken limbs,
Sober thoughts.

Invasion all round,
Guides like Tuaregs,
Evolve to bandits,
Close ones,telling on one,
An amazing world of trust!

Hardening and sharpening,
Persistence and persistence,
Dreams,driving madness,
Focus on the target,
Even at the cost of the last breath.

If Only

If I knew word chemistry,
Writing a love poem for you,
Not only to praise your beauty,
Describe your brainy jokes,
Your lovely laughter,lucious lips and the firm grip of your hands!

I would vaporize your affection,assurances,caresses and kisses,
Take them as shisha to my system,to be chanting,ranting,singing and reciting your love always.

My love,
If I knew how to write romance,
Praising you my princess,
Your heroic actions,maddening
love.
But I missed poetry classes.

Why Christmas Is Good

Big brother will be home,
He never disappoints,
He always make his points,
New clothes and new shoes,
Making my Christmas wow!

Sister Jane will be home,
She has hidden powers,
Of colouring the house with flowers,
Scented, every corner bows,
Adding my Christmas wows!

Uncle Dave will be home,
He who drives the fat car,
He takes us tours very far,
He promised to show us wild cows,
Topping my Christmas wows!
Grandpa will slaughter the he-goat,
Take it to the court....

Lakeside Lady

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LAKESIDE LADY
Risking the wrath of elders,
For not taking one of my kind,
For breaking the unwritten law,
For overlooking the childhood engagement,
For taking you,Oh the Lakeside Lady!
You assurance to my lineage,
Outshines my most weird thoughts,
You're not only smart physically
But also a mental threat to my intellect,
Who has ever heard of an accent like yours?
I'm sure the Queen who took our resources and blood,
Will feel cowed and threatened by your prowess in her own language!
Are your hips not an epitome of confusion?
swaying provocatively, pronounced well for delivery?
Your blackness is a favour.
glimmering gloriously in the sun,
creating headaches to admirers,
supressing boldness amongst the bangers,
for none dares question you,
your protruding big eyes,
assures me of existence of beauty,
when rounded at 180 degrees
i am always left trickled.
the lakeside lady, the centre of my joy,
let them yap as they prefer
what matters to me is your love
your culinary tricks are impressive
frying dagaas and preparing mukimo
boiling the matokes and the precious saget
where you learned to ferment mursik i have no idea
your delicacies are tasty during the days
and life worth during the nights
for its unbeatable
you are the best server.
lakeside lady
i wont mind touring the forest with you
i would be humbled to see the river source with you
to explore the unknown forests with you
to climb the hill together
to rest and pant along....
my lakeside lady
i stopped caring of my enterprising community for you
what can make profit than the pearl you are?
i stopped minding the loudness and stone throws of your people
what can be louder than your glimmering heart?
which stone can be thrown beyond our endless love?
I am taking you home
their acceptance orrejection matters not
for you are my choice
my highway to madness

Village Girl lll

She closed her eyes,
As she swallowed the maiden hug,
Expecting to loose more than a hug,
Dragged me closer,behind the big Mukeu tree,
Threatened to scare the hell off me,
If you don't offer more,
I'll shout you're catching me,

Possesed by the threat,
Triggered by ego,
And manhood arousal,
I ravenously kissed her,
Her temparature rose,

Her dreams realised!
Madness,revenge and naught
crossed my mind,
Undress and run
Oh wait....
‪#‎Nomys_Madness‬.

KENYAN KID

Kenyan Kid
Smiling all along,
Straining not anymore,
Supported in studies,
With free books and pens,
With free laptops and electricity,
Kenyan kid.

Living in the village,
Covering the mileage,
With patched uniform,
In the windowless classrooms,
And few 'commited' teachers,
In overcrowded classrooms,
Kenyan Kid.

On bare feet they play,
With empty stomach they dance,
And on numb fingers they write,
And the dusty knees they kick each other,
Kenyan Kid.

MAMA TAKE ME TO SCHOOL

Let me go to school,
To know how to read,
To learn how to write,
Mama take me to school.

Let me go to school,
To meet different people,
To stay with our neighbours,
Mama take me to school.

Let me go to school,
To know why people fight,
To learn how to stop them,
Mama take me to school.

Let me go to school,
To get the meaning of change,
To implement change in society,
Mama take me to school.
‪#‎Nomys_Madness_The_Kids_collection‬

MOTHER OF A SON

Mother of a son,
Mother of the nation,
Your efforts never on vain,
Your efforts are never plain,
Ingrained in pain,
Gladly there is grain gain
To feed the greed nation.

Mother of a son,
Your ground hit is reputable,
The ground your forefather bought,
The ground your pretty house got cremated,
And the herds,products of your scaled hands,
Were taken by the friendly neighbors,
The ground you vowed to till til death.

Mother of a son,
Hit the ground harder,
That the nation may feed on your sweat,
That the spirit of your only son,
May be appeased and console you,
Your son sacrificed in the infamous Valley,
For the sake of the beloved nation!

Mother of the son,
Till the ground harder,
That your Mama's heart rejoices,
Her soul fleed in the worship place,
When the bullet kissed her heart ,
Courtesy of the 'holy war' her remains are on the same ground.

Mother of a son,
Work on the ground harder,
That the elected noisemakers find a market,
A market for your products and land,
A market for your peace and security,
A market for your last breath and strength