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Category: Kenyan

Celebrating the Death of “those people”

Last weekend was a dark weekend for our village and the surrounding villages. The dark cloud still hangs over us like a giant rock about to crash us. What you saw on TV and read in newspapers and social media actually happened to us. The horrible accident in along Meru-Nkubu Road that killed 8 people affected is directly. To us, it was not just a statistic. We lost family members, neighbours, close friends. Children are mourning the loss of both parents, parents distraught at the loss of their children… and we’ve been crying, wailing in pain, asking God Almighty all…

Yo! Yo! I am a Rapper.

I am a rapper. At heart, everywhere. And now, it’s time to roga you musically. How do I know that? That I am a super MCee, super lyric buster? I just know… I know my talents and rapping is one of them. This rap mojo started when I was in high school. In Form 2, to be specific. My Gitura ushamba was slowly wearing off and I was making up for lost time. I was sporting towards “becoming a G”. My Lyric Book (remember them?), did not have those mellow Westlife shit yours had. No! Mine was Gangsta… I collected…

When a Thika Prostitute Pins you to the Wall

I hate Thika! The first time I went to Thika was less than two years ago when Mfa passed on. I have since associated Thika with death and I only go there if it’s absolutely necessary. Like two Fridays ago when we had some work to do at Thika Technical. There are few good things about Thika, at least to me. I don’t club so if you worship Thika clubs like some of my friends do, sorry, that’s boring. Neither am I good friends with the sun, and Thika has a lot of it. I think the only good thing…

My Bad-ass Valentine’s Day Ideas

Last week, I was live on Radio Jambo, talking about Valentine’s Day and how to spend the least but make the best impression on Valentine’s. So if you had any doubts about my expansive knowledge of the subject of love, there you have it (twitches my fingers like a badass mafia capi). You can say “…awww, his girlfriend is soo lucky, dating such a romantic bae”. Well, Awww to you too! 🙂 Now that we have established I am an expert in these things, up there with Chris Hart and Gertrude Mungai, read on carefully on how to rock your Valentine’s Day…

Miathene Mono – My First Day in High School

I have seen a few monos in the streets this week. You can tell a mono from a mile away, you can smell even a mono. You can see it in the clothes, brand new, with ridiculously sharp iron lines, blindingly shone shoes, crudely knitted names on the sweaters, shirts and sometimes, even pants.  And the faces, the faces betray monoism, frightened eyes, wildly chewing jaws, bouncing steps (fake confidence). I see them and I shake my head. If only they knew where they are going. Reminds me of my mono moment, years ago. I was a fresh ntane, initiated…

Chronicles of my Village, Gitura

The other day I was told of a women group on Facebook rivalling Kilimani Mums… it’s called Vuteni Stool. When a woman says, “vuta stool nikuambie”, know it’s going to be a hot story. I’m not a woman, not even remotely with this smug face of mine, but vuta stool I tell you about my village. It’s one of the best, most comic places you will ever find. Life in my village is a comedy movie. To the uninitiated, I’m a son of Gitura, some 3km East of Maua town CBD (yes, Maua has a CBD). If Maua was a…

Hey, can we fight?

One day, my girlfriend (now ex) got into a fight with me because I didn’t fight her. Close your mouth… I also get girlfriends, I have a girlfriend. I just don’t post her photos on Instagram because, you know, witchcraft is real, and some jealous neighbour may see our heavenly happiness and decide to roga us. I hate witches, those jealous people. Now that I have finished dreamily staring into space with the sudden feeling of love, let me tell you about this ex of mine. She was frustrated because I was too loving, literally. And she had read somewhere…

Boys and Dogs

It’s Sunday morning. It’s been a week since you had your last bath. Your legs are the real definition of mpararo – complete with whitish-greyish drawings, atlas maps on your legs. Speaking of legs, you are showing lots of skin because your green, yellow or brown shorts reach mid-thigh like a socialite in hot pants. Your hair looks like a lawyer’s wig. White from the kamuithia you made with ashes on Monday. And yesterday’s swimming at the stagnant pond nearby. You also have slight bumps where your mother caned you on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Your elder brother also…

If you are Circumcised

“Kama umetahiriwa nitusi tena.” I was in my village last week. And I took a walk around the village one fine evening inspecting projects of development. The girls I knew as babies were shyly smiling at me. Grown women who are now worthy of visiting my simba.  One or two now have babies of their own. Boys I saw being taken home in baby shawls from hospital are now fearsome young laing’o capable of filling both cheeks with taxiies of veve (a feat I have never accomplished). This is why I don’t go home often. All these people, plus my…

Random Memories 2: The Sexpert

I was telling you the other day about my life with my grandparents. With the worms gone and a contract for the supply of mandazi signed with the local chef de mandazi, Kombo, life started. I went to school quite early, barely three, given there were no baby classes and kindergartens back then. They had to find something for me to do rather than spend time chatting with grandma’s drunk customers and getting tempted by yummy mole hills. That was the first undoing. The other pupils were much bigger than me. They would harrass me. That big Murithi once shouted…

Have You Seen This Idiot?

I hate Whatsapp! Let me rephrase that. I dislike some aspects of Whatsapp. Like the endless viral messages you receive from 69 people and in 13 groups. You may get the same freaking picture 7 times in the SAME group! I would uninstall it any time were it not for my stinginess with airtime. Why chat on Bob’s expensive airtime when you can do it for free(almost?). By the way, it is official! You will NOT be paying for annual subscription for Whatsapp! I would not have paid. Kwani ni stima? Back to where I was. Sometimes I don’t view…

THAT Year After High School

KCSE is over! I had forgotten about KCSE, it’s existence, and importance till this year. My brother, who has had a very difficult high school life and a live-in cousin have both completed KCSE. Welcome to semi-life, Evans and Alex. Now, please stop, and tell your parents to stop, calling me asking if you can come to stay with me for some time. I’m a bachelor about town and I like staying alone. More importantly, I want you to stay at home and ‘enjoy’ life as I enjoyed it back then-raw!   It was quite a year, well, not really…

A Kenyan Man Goes to Buy Condoms

So the girl you have been eyeing for ages has finally accepted a sleepover and you have a feeling that this will be a good night. You had praised your kitchen skills on Whatsapp and she wants to taste your food. You will cook for her. So, you go to the market, or supermarket depending on where you are, and buy cooking stuff you don’t use in your bachelor pad, like carrots and cucumbers, garbage. You get ginger, dhania and pilipili hoho, too. If you are like me, the only malighafi(read spices) you normally use are salt, a small onion…

To My Teachers and all Teachers: I Love You!

I am who I am largely because of my teachers. I am even writing this blog, in part, because I don’t want to let my teachers down. They all thought I was going to be a journalist, or editor of some sort, because, English and Swahili were my bread and butter. Oddly, all teachers, both in Primary school and High school; even teachers who never taught me but knew me… They all advised me to be a journalist. I feel like I let them down. Or maybe I should write a newspaper article and send copies to all my teachers….

Baite Inside! Yes, I am a Meru!

A few weeks ago, I was lazily scrolling my Facebook when I saw a beauty. Some of you will call me a fisi, but males are supposed to “see” beautiful females, right?  I see them a lot. But this one caught my eye. She was beautiful. I just like such photos. But I commented on this. See, she was wearing a tee shirt that resonated with me. It had this message that I had seen before but, frankly, hadn’t given much thought: Baite Inside: Proud to be Meru. A few inbox messages later, I called up Ivy, who happens to have a very…

Nairobi Initiation 6: I Have Been Conned, and Mugged.

I am walking home from college. Remember, I am doing CPA at Vision and I live in Plot 10, Kirinyaga Road. Just past Globe Cinema, this guy meekly greets me. He is lost, and wants to know where KCS house is. I tell him I don’t know. He has this heavy Meru accent, and I ask him if he is Meru… He is. Where? Kianjai. Wow! I went to school near those parts. Next thing I know, we are korogaing deep American. He just arrived in Nairobi to cash a Kenya Charity Sweepstake and wants me to help him get…

Nairobi Initiation 5: Plot 10, the Sin City.

Have you ever lived in a remote control house? These are the houses, err, cubicles where a 6 by 3 ft bed fills the room. You can touch all four walls lying on the bed. You can close the door and window, cook, reach the “wardrobe” side of the room, and the TV that you have to hang from the roof because there is nowhere to place it. That, my friends, a remote control house. Plot 10 is located right in town-yes, we lived in the CBD! Our life was improving, no? It is a three storied building along Kirinyaga…

Blame these politicians for the terror

Bad things are happening to my country. …very bad things, of serious insecurity types. Kenya has been known as the island of peace and economic stability in a region under siege….we have been brokering peace around us since independence. Now,the tide has changed.  We are on the receiving end of the very things we have been consultants against. Insecurity topping the class. Previously. , we only knew of bombings from international media: the Palestinas, the Iraqis, the Somalis, etc. Not any more.  We now know the smell of explosives, gun powder, and definitely the smell of blood. Innocent blood flowing…

MCashBook: The Ultimate M-Pesa Application.

In a world of hundreds of Thousands of Android applications, I have ‘discovered’ an Application that is actually relevant … that works for me. M-Pesa is arguably the greatest innovation of our time, a revolution in mobile banking. Any banking has to have a trail, though-bank statements, a transaction history, among other reports. M-Pesa has been lacking these, and sometimes all you have to show for your transaction is an SMS-which you may lose! Granted, Safaricom Self care is now solving some of these, at least you can now get your statement. But that’s still basic! This is where M-CashBook comes in! M-Cashbook is…

Pledge to Plant a Tree – Twestival Nairobi 2013.

Warren Buffet once said : Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago. Let’s face it-The quest for a super skyline is destroying our Greenline. Unless someone does something NOW, the coming generations will be living in a ballast forest-so to speak. Imagine Nairobi without trees….and the title we all love- The Green City in The Sun gets lost.  “The cost of planting and maintaining one seedling is Sh.200. Donate to this cause via M-pesa 89857 #PAWA254“ We wouldn’t love that, I would abhor imagining that! And that’s why I have to tell you this:Twestival…

SHAMED BY MY MP

There is a TT dubbed #SomeoneTellLinturi regarding an MP who appeared in TV stations on Wednesday, whining in a rather accented voice that the Salaries and Remuneration Commission that deals with MPs and other Public Officials’ salaries had overstepped their mandate and called for the Commission’s wind up. Previously, MPs used to mug us, Taxpayers at gun point.  They would wantonly set their pay, and resist any tax on it, they drove huge cars-my sweat. A traditionally severely divided lot, they would speak in one voice during such discussions. At one point, only Karua and Peter Kenneth were against such a move….

Its Kenya Vs Nigeria on TWITTER!

Well, #KOT is at it again.This time against Nigeria. How it strarted: When the Kenya National Team went to Nigeria for the World Cup qualifier against Super Eagles, the Stars were humiliated by the worst reception a Federation can give a visiting team-they were given a school for accomodation and no training ground. Well, #KOT did what they do best..’tell them’ And Nigerians on Twitter retaliated-in a big way. Who won? The jury is still out. Frankline Mwenda Kibuacha I was an accountant who fell in love with writing, and eloped. Call me Social Media Accountant. The only way for…

WHAT POLITICIANS POSTED ON FACEBOOK AFTER ELECTIONS

As always, Kenya has one of the craziest, most creative lot on Facebook and Twitter. When they are not telling foreign journalists off, they are cajoling someone for what she said on reality TV, or analyzing politics with abandon. Immediately after elections, this is what Politicians are ‘alleged’ to have conversed on Facebook,according to  Fans of Crazy Monday. MUDAVADI Updates:“I wish I knew”Uhuru,Ruto,Balala and 467 othergovernors and senators LIKE this. UHURU:Hehehe,told ya! *Ruto and 185 othersLIKE this*RUTO:@Uhuru,hehehe,you guy!MUDAVADI:@Ruto,whats funny??? Nkt!RUTO:@Mudavadi,ai, Everythng! HahahahaNGILU:@Uhuru,hehehe,aki wewe! Spare theguy! @Ruto,ati everything? HahahaMUTHAMA:@Ngilu,hata wewe unachekaMudavadi? SMDH. Nyani haonikundule…I thot u lost da senator’spost,KALONZO:@Muthama,tihihi,ati nini??NGILU:@Muthama,was I talking…

THE TUJUANE MEME COLLECTION

Tujuane. Lets know each other. Well, that sounds like a dating site…only that now it’s a TV show on KTN. I wouldn’t have watched it…OK, I haven’t watched it yet, but it started a huge world trend on twitter.I would have collected all the tweets, but the memes were something,really. As usual #KOT rocked and blew it out of proportion for the poor lass. Some in the most haphazard arrangement possible:   That,and the thousands of tweets,the conclusion is Don’t rattle #KOT They will burn you. Frankline Mwenda Kibuacha I was an accountant who fell in love with writing, and eloped. Call me Social…

CRAZY #KOT AND #MKZ DEBATE ANALYSIS

Dictionary for Dummies:#KOT-Kenyans on Twitter#MKZ-Mukuru Kwa Zuckenburg-Facebook Having nailed that,The First Presidential Debate went down featuring eight 2013 Presidential candidates. Well,initially they were 6 until: hence Then the debate went underway and as usual,Kenyans on Social Media assisted by one Dida made it a worldwide trending topic. I got some of the whiffs: To save Ole kiyiapi,Sms the word “PENGO” to 2013……. Mchongoano Ati huyo mtu wa sign language hapo down ati wakisema Ole Kiyapi ana point meno #KEDebate2013″ Ati Kenya cannot be run from Skype???Mboss haujajaribu Faimba?? Mudavadi si apewe 3 minutes atume salamu ingo au vipi? The closest…

KALEMBE NDILE’S LETTER TO MICROSOFT:HILLARIOUS

Got this from circles.Had to share: 1. We have bought a computer for our home and we found problems, which I want to bring to your notice. 2. We are unable to enter anything after we click the “Shut Down” button. 3. There is a button “Start” but there is no “Stop” button. We request you to check this. 4. We find there is “Run” in the menu. One of my friend clicked “Run” has run up to kibwezi town. So, we request you to change that to “Sit”, so that we can click that by sitting. 5. One doubt…

Talking Advertisements

Companies can say or do anything just to sound cool and look cool, and gain customers in the process. It’s called promotion and includes seven elements: advertising, personal selling, direct marketing, sales promotion, publicity/public relations, corporate image and exhibitions. The company chooses the method through which to promote its business depending on the circumstance and the product. Some, like Public Relations are ongoing processes while others are once-off affairs, for instance exhibitions. Dissect these methods and you come up with a thousand and one ways of promoting your company, or product, or person- if you are a you-know-who. That’s done,…

PREACHING PEACE?CRAP!!

Politicians,activists,church leaders and many more are criss crossing the country,holding forums and huge rallies for peaceful elections-in a bid to encourage a peaceful election in March. I think its a drive in futility.Its a waste of time and resources. Now you think I am mad,and I like violence…maybe I am a Hague candidate,but think about it this way: What causes violence?I’d say stress,perceived and real inequality and discrimination,idleness and Poverty.We all know Kenya has its enough share of these.There is too much of them,in fact. The financial strain is too much,the gap between the rich and poor is astronomical,our tribal…

NEEDLES FOR DRUG USERS?

There has been news in the past few weeks that there is a plan(if not already being implemented) to provide free needles for drug users..in a bid to prevent HIv/AIDS from sharing needles. And I dont like the idea-at all! You see,drug abuse is a personal choice.You go into it knowing exactly what you are doing..and its for yourself.Why should anyone care if their personal choices kill them or not? Again,who pays for those syringes?Taxpayers’s money or donors’ money?Whichever the case,I dont think its worth the waste.There are AIDS orphans everywhere.Why not take care of them with that money?Or even…

SAKATA BALL:WHY THE ‘F’ IN FKF DOESN’T STAND FOR FOOTBALL

I had just seen my email invite to the Safaricom Sakata Ball Launch…happy and excitedly!Ready to attend the spring of Kenyan youth football. Making a ground check on the event on the net,I see headlines to the effect that Sakata Ball Season 3 launch has been postphoned…I go back to the email..This is Season 3 alright….back to the news..its today’s date. I think its a joke and I RSVP that I will attend. Then I get a reply,confirming my fears..followed by the Press Statement cancelling the whole thing! And the reason?Sad,but not shocking….. In part: This follows a last minute…

IDD AMIN SPEECH

IDD AMIN DADA SPEECH AT A FORUM HOSTED BY HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND: ‘My majesty Mr. Queen Sir, horrible ministers and members of parliament, invented Guests, ladies under gentlemen, before I undress you, let us open the windows for the climate to come inside! I hereby thank you completely….. Mr. Queen, sir; and also what he has done for me and my fellow Uganda who come with me. We have really eaten very much. And we are fed up completely But before I go back to my country with a plane from the Entebbe airport of London I…

THE KENYA ANIMAL FARM

Smart MPigs George Orwell’s book,Animal Farm is about animals in a farm who are fed up with the oppressions in the farm and seek a revolution…which happens without much planning..it just happens and they chase away the owner and other humans from the farm.  They resolve to live together as a family…under the leadership of Pigs under a set of rules.  The first few days are heaven on earth,but as the days progress,they gradually know who the pigs are:They are selfish,greedy,dictatorial and take advantage of those under them-the animals. The pigs live in the farm house,eat luxurious meals,sell off sick animals to the butcher…

MY BAKE AWARDS NOMINATION:AN ACCOLADE

So,the other day I am sitting idly in the house when I get a twitter mention by Ghafla Kenya….that I am among the nominees for a BAKE Award..with a link. At first,I think its a link for me to vote for them…but,oh my!My football blog has been nominated for the Awards!Ok,I don’t remember submitting it,maybe a fan did(God Bless Them)..and.of all my blogs,this is the one blog I pay least attention to..and it has a nomination? I must say its the highest point of my blogging life(I almost said career)..and it took me some time to get the gist of it all….

WHY I AM HAVING MANY CHILDREN!

In explaining interest rates and maturity of bonds,my lecturer gave an example that elicited murmurs from all.He said,money(or lack of it) is not reason enough to have small families.One should have as many children as possible-for the future! This,with the economic times and the cost of raising a child! Then he brought up an angle that we don’t time to look at!We inflate the cost of raising children-ourself!Think of it: Why pay Sh.30000 per term for kindergarten where all the child goes to do is play and sleep!Things they could for free at home!They dont learn anything new there,do they?…

NSE Gets New Board in Restructuring:A DEMUTUALIZATION STEP?

My Finance class has been rife with speculative stories on the prespect of the NSE being demutualized soon.One of the conclusions we reached was that we still,are quite far from that,since the right infrastructure has not been put in place.Well,seems we were wrong. Barely a day later,this is in the news! As part of its ongoingdemutualisation process, the Nairobi SecuritiesExchange has elected a new board of directors thatwill foresee the separation of private ownership fromthe management of the exchange.NSE Chairman Eddy Njoroge said the boardrestructuring will allow for more autonomy in thecompany that is now limited by shares and subject…

FOOTBALL MURDERS

There are some things that exceed human stupidity. I call it “Excessive human stupidity” for lack of a single solid term to describe some actions. It’s even worse when these actions are done by men who have gone to school and call themselves educated. Some of these actions include the disgraceful actions from a clique of Gor Mahia fans yesterday after their 0-0 draw with AFC Leopards. Two AFC Leopards fans lost their lives after unfortunately being caught in the middle of wanton destruction and violence from zombie-like, almost brainless, childish men that insultingly call themselves fans of Gor Mahia….

TO BE AFRIKAN

adoptanegotiator To be Afrikan and what this means to me,Is a task that sheer words cannot dare to treat,For the beauty and warm feel of this majestic continent,Is one I’m always sure and totally confident. To be Afrikan, I wonder……….Is it to have the awesome complexion of the midnight sky?Or to possess the skill of crafting that delicious meal?Is it to be blessed with the never ending smile of the sun?Or maybe, to manage that intricate dance or beat of the drum? Am I Afrikan because of the nature of my walk?Or by the manner in which I pattern my…

LOVE’S BLACK HOLE

what if you tattooed my nameupon your bosomand showed itso everyone knewwho i wasand what i mean to you what if iwas your everything todayyour heartbeatthe reason that you smileat lifeyour very breathwhat if i was all this and moretodaybut when you woke up tomorrowyou feel nothing at all for me? no hatred or reason to fightno bitterness nor need for itno antagonismand no affection nothing what if the magic justdisappeared there are things i fearin lovemore than i fearthe other womanmore than i fear my lover leavingwithout a wordlove lostthe feeling of feeling nothingnothing at allthat i fear most…

Sometimes

SometimesSometimes i reach out..sometimes i hesitate. Sometimes i hold on..sometimes i let go. Sometimes i look back..sometimes i look foward.  Sometimes i lose my way..sometimes i find a brand new path. Sometimes i falter..sometimes i stand firm. Sometimes i fail..sometimes i succeed. Sometimes i give up..sometimes i persevere. Sometimes i am stupid..sometimes i am wise. Sometimes i use my intuitions..sometimes i use cues. Sometimes i overestimate..sometimes i underestimate. Sometimes i look at the black and white..sometimes i include the grey. Sometimes.>>Lornah Frankline Mwenda Kibuacha I was an accountant who fell in love with writing, and eloped. Call me Social Media Accountant. The only way for me is through. http://www.frankmwenda.com

More Is Less More or Less

In a country, A country of More laws and fewer morals More people with less power More religions but less God More money but less to spend More clothes but less length More weaves and less dreads More guys, less gents More lovers, less wives More hugs, less love More radio, less music More songs, less music More cars, less drive More food but less health More ‘beef’ and less veg’ More tweeps but less friends More tweets but less said More words but less spelled In such a country, Our death shall be More poets… But fewer poems. Buzz,SN,18,02,2012…

GAY SOCIETY

 “Pastor!I cant sit there,and let you defile the Lord’s alter with such an immoral topic”  “Yes!I agree with that…this is not the right topic in the House of the Lord” This is what transpired on Sunday,in my Church,Mamlaka Hill Chapel immediately the Pastor announced the topic for the day.A man came charging to the pulpit,demanding that the pastor ceases from preaching on that topic.”..its unacceptable in the house of the Lord” The Topic was “The Gay Challenge” The reaction,thankfully it was a prank,epitomizes the attitude our society approaches the Gay issue with.The ‘socially upright” especially Christians have assumed a no-tolerance…

Life and Times of a Idle Youth

The phone rings at 8:00 am,very irritating….I look at it with one eye and gauge its importance in my dream.Its dad..he can wait.I hit the silence button and sink deeper into blankets..It rings again at 8:50…its Mum…..again I turn a blind eye…but her words since my childhood “..a little slumber..(you know the rest,I bet your mother also told you)..” jolt me to smithens. I look at the gas cooker at the corner of my ‘remote control’ house…the dirty dishes of last night(the girl next door came just when I had finished cooking,and cut my ratio in half,thats why there are…

COUNTRY ROAD

Walking,Running,Ah,this road terrain,Worsened by the rain,It’s literally a earth road, sorry, rocky road, no murram,Not even in this Christmas time. No cars,No bikes,Vehicles cant navigate these boulders,And the dust,Makes me feel like a Survivor cast,Oh,there’s the only lorry that can take me to town! Chromed,Jammed,Thats the situation in this lorry,This goat is looking at me as if to say sorry,Frank,this isnt Nairobi,Move your bag,I want to pee!You can report me to your MP. Chanting,Teeth gritting,Everybody is mad,Why did we vote for that toad,He uses a plane,not this road,Even with his billboard,He can forget our vote this time,But wait,thats what you…

BACK TO BASICS

A friend of mine came to ask me for advice the other day.Problem?She’s pregnant!So,do I know anybody who can ‘get rid of this?’ Because‘I’m still very young,man,I cant support a kid!’I looked at her and said ‘yeah,I know many people who can do that’ Youshould have seen her face light up!But wait…“But I wont hook you up with any!”“What?”She looked at me in surprise,its like I had told her I wouldntshare a last meal with her.Before she banged the door to leave,I told her..”Dearie,go back to the basics”You see,everything you do under the sun has consequences and youshould either avoid…

victor brian: THE ALPHABET KENYAN STYLE

victor brian: THE ALPHABET KENYAN STYLE: If the alphabet was to be taught Kenyan style, it would go like this: A for Al-Shabab: Obviously nothing makes better headlines than… Frankline Mwenda Kibuacha I was an accountant who fell in love with writing, and eloped. Call me Social Media Accountant. The only way for me is through. http://www.frankmwenda.com

Kenya is angry,but we shall overcome!

Kenya is an angry country…intra-nationally!Everybody is angry at somebody elseWomen think all Kenyan men are broke,mean and cheating ‘beasts’ and theey would rather give their love to Naija men and white men who are moneyed and willing to share it.Men,on the other hand say Kenyan women are gold diggers after their pockets and hard-earned cash and will readily run away with more moneyed guys,at the slightest notice.All Kenyans are super-angry with the government.It demolishes their houses and takes away their plots calling them forging thieves in parliament as they amass more untaxed money.It tampers with the economy,messing with their beloved…

To Be Kenyan is to be These

Maziwa ya Nyayo To be Kenyan is to be these…I went to a local primary school, Used the same bag for seven years, It was pure leather from K.M.C. products.I drunk K.C.C. milk thanks to a political strategist, Who I have come to both ridicule and praise.I didn’t think much of my future, My dad did much of that for me…Time he stopped doing that, Like I’ll stop cowering from wondering, If the system continues to fail so bad…Then more of us will die, From secret assassinations, When another group emerge harness disorient youth. I am glad I got what…

Sailing Away…..

I start with a wobbly step,Gaining a steady footOn the sandy beachesI must reach the boat of hopeBefore it sets assailI can’t loose this will I’ve found……No, Not now!No, Not today!I have to gain a paceTo remain in this raceIn my backpackAre a pack of lessons past learntFrom broken trust and prommisesA load of scarred woundsBut then again……A ton of determinationbrewed from a mix ofEndurance and PatienceMy constant remindersTo why I must set foot into the seasTo why I must loose the shoresOf pain and hurtOf heartbreaks and regretsDissapear into the horizonsI know the chancesOf facing strong stormsEncountering vicious sharksBut…

Honouring our Heroes

Indepedence heroes Let me remind you,I am a true Kenyan Patriot.I love Kenya as it is,and I’ve never wished to be elsewhere.Alfred Mutua may not be the most popular man in Kenya(especially the media),but he came with a phrase I love and refer to very often “NAJIVUNIA KUWA MKENYA”We have our fair share of circumstances pointing elsewhere,but we still hold onto the fact that we are Kenyans and have very positive reasons why we are proud to be!We may have muggers on the streets,a starving population, sky-rocketing food prices,Al Shabab,Supremacy wars over islands,accident prone roads,highly ranked jams,street families,Slums among other menaces…and…

THE LONG WAIT

Kenyan Dawn On the night jamuhuri twelve, Ululations pomp and joy Like a visit by Santa and the elves A nation was being born In the maternities of our struggles Shackles were divorcing my arms Prison walls falling down To the music of trumpets of Mau Mau The night was chilly, but, They raised the flag on the highest peak And sang anthem to the new born The queen’s jack kneeled down To the green red white and black of the land And when the dawn came, We were pregnant with hope Screaming in maternity ward of our dreams To…