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...

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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.
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******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