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Be a Man, man!

Be a Man African

Be a man and face your troubles. Actually, be a man and carry the burdens of the world.

Be a man and sweat your ass out in the mjengo to feed your family. Even the Good Lord said you have to toil. Sell one of your balls and buy food if you have to because you don’t deserve to be called a man if your family sleeps hungry.

Be a man and get yourself a job. A man cannot rest on his stupid ass and wait for his wife to go out and work.…


This and the next few weeks is Mamlaka Hill Chapel’s Art Fest.It’s a time when various artists show their skill in a Godly background.So,this Sunday the church was set in a different the way,this is a very flexible church,sometimes its a theater-complete with lighting and all,other times it’s a beauty pageant-with a real runway and cat-walking chicks and dudes-like this Sunday was.

On the pulpit-today it was a stage,as the service continues,Steve and Elizabeth are painting in real time..Steve is doing a warrior drawing and Eliz is showing the different divides that are there in our lives,complete with a black box that we put our ugly secrets,hatred,ethnicity,etc.Its breathtaking.


You are sad,the world doesnt care. 
You cry,the world doesnt offer tissue. 
You are hurt,the world doesnt offer ointment. 
You are lonely,the world doesnt offer company. 
You are happy,the world lifts its eyebrows. 
You are looking for approval,the world frowns in disapproval. 
You smile,the world frowns down upon U. 
You make plans, the world doesnt help impliment them. 
You celebrate,the world is indifferent. 
You fall the world doesnt help u up. 
You make mistakes,the world mumbles ‘serves u right’. 
You succeed,the world isnt happy for U. 
You fail,the world secretly spots a wry smile. 
You reach out,the world shoves You back. 
You talk,the world shuts you up. 
You stay silent,the world doesnt notice.



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?


what if you tattooed my name
upon your bosom
and showed it
so everyone knew
who i was
and what i mean to you

what if i
was your everything today
your heartbeat
the reason that you smile
at life
your very breath
what if i was all this and more
but when you woke up tomorrow
you feel nothing at all for me?

no hatred or reason to fight
no bitterness nor need for it
no antagonism
and no affection


what if the magic just

there are things i fear
in love
more than i fear
the other woman
more than i fear my lover leaving
without a word

love lost
the feeling of feeling nothing
nothing at all
that i fear most

tracking stray things
i can
rekindling a flickering flame
that too
but making things
reappear from the air
like a magician’s abracadabra
i cannot

how do you create love
or anything
from nothingness
i am not God

what do you do
when cupid
does disappearing acts
and you love no more
feel no more
no matter how much
you wish it be

walking away
from hurt and betrayal
i can handle

but looking at you
and i want so badly
to touch you
to hold on to this
this void
this left emptiness
that none of us is guilty
for making
that i cannot handle

that’s what i fear most
in love
when it breathes warmly
in your ear
and whispers of forever
only to grow wings at midnight
and leave an emptiness

between two lovers
who are left
to stare at each other
with tears in both their eyes
as they wonder
what went wrong

not another woman
not my man leaving
not even finding him cheating

love leaving
and like a black hole
leaving nothingness
and an emptiness
that’s neither cold nor warm

that i fear most

>>>Masido Mwambi

A very talented and reknown poet….Knowing her was a discovery!…a relevation!


Sometimes 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..


I come from a place where there isn’t any milk or honey.
where the roads flow from one corner to the other covering what is left of the earth.
I come from a place where the poet is cool,
where the calm and collected are few
where the feuds are solved with an eye for an eye
and where the member of Parliament rules.

We live and die,
make sacrifices and almost cry
we are selfish and sometimes wise
we are lost and still manage to find ourselves.

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.


My heart mourns daily
N knows not how to make merry
The pain I grieve is too high
Oh how I wish I could just die

If love is so great
Why is it that I regret?
And if really it is so true
Why do I then feel like a fool?

My soul for sure is drown in tears
And my body cogged down with fear
I know not what tomorrow holds
Yet cannot get out of my sorrows fold

Am afraid to let this end
For I wonder what message I will send
I just don’t want to say goodbye
Yet I know it’s not worth another try

I now real need a new beginning
Without including my feelings
For so to avoid any more weeping
Then I will live my life with a meaning

Everything will be alright
It will get better by the morning light
This I tell my conflicted heart
Yet this I know is all just a lie

The sun will still come out tomorrow
Yet I need to get out of my sorrow
Before I sink into the distress hollows
Where my body and soul will be no more



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!

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!


A friend of mine came to ask me for advice the other day.
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’ You
should 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 wouldnt
share a last meal with her.


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I’m Trying, But…

I’m trying, but…
what I want to do,
I don’t do enough of,
and what I don’t want to do,
I do too much of.
I know the rules for a Christian life,
according to the Bible,
and I’m trying; I really am, but…
heaven and eternity seem so far away,
and the rampantly materialistic world
presses in so close
from every direction, every side,
that I get distracted.
Focus, focus, focus!
I need to focus, laser-like
on a simple, God-centered life.

A Perfect Christian

You could count on a perfect Christian
To always be gentle and humble,
To be immune to sin,
And never, ever stumble.

He’d study and remember
All of God’s commands;
He’d be trustworthy, moral and honest;
You’d know just where he stands.

With others, she’d be in harmony;
She’d never lose her cool;
Forgiving and forgetting,
Following the Golden Rule.

He’d surrender his life to God,
Full of joy and peace,
Free of stress and worry…
Perfect, pure release.

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.


Look at me,
it’s not my true identity
I have a covert identity,
i wonder if you’d ever see,
my thoughts, my deeds
are all that makes me
but something I may do
may not describe me.

My true identity
has fled me,
fled me to another
to my friends and family
my true identity
is all that makes me.

So lost deep inside
if its not for my soul
i would[d be lost again
my true identity
is hard to see.

Sailing Away…..

I start with a wobbly step,
Gaining a steady foot
On the sandy beaches
I must reach the boat of hope
Before it sets assail
I can’t loose this will I’ve found……
No, Not now!
No, Not today!
I have to gain a pace
To remain in this race
In my backpack
Are a pack of lessons past learnt
From broken trust and prommises
A load of scarred wounds
But then again……
A ton of determination
brewed from a mix of
Endurance and Patience
My constant reminders
To why I must set foot into the seas
To why I must loose the shores
Of pain and hurt
Of heartbreaks and regrets
Dissapear into the horizons
I know the chances
Of facing strong storms
Encountering vicious sharks
But I will fight
I will survive…
Am not loosing this will I have found
No, not now
No, not today !…

Dont Strike the sorrow Chord

Do not strike the chord of sorrow tonight!
Days burning with pain turn to ashes.
Who knows what happens tomorrow?
Last night is lost; tomorrow’s frontier wiped out:
Who knows if there will be another dawn?
Life is nothing, it’s only tonight!
Tonight we can be what the gods are!

Do not strike the chord of sorrow, tonight!
Do not repeat stories of sufferings now,
Do not complain, let your fate play its role,
Do not think of tomorrows, give a damn-
Shed no tears for seasons gone by,
All sighs and cries wind up their tales,
Oh, do not strike the same chord again!

Its the journey thats important

Life, sometimes so wearying
Is worth its weight in gold
The experience of traveling
Lends a wisdom that is old
Beyond our ‘living memory’
A softly spoken prayer:
“It’s the journey that’s important,
Not the getting there!”
Ins and outs and ups and downs
Life’s road meanders aimlessly?
Or so it seems, but somehow
Leads us where we need to be,
And being simply human
We oft question and compare…
“Is the journey so important
Or the getting there?”
And thus it’s always been
That question pondered down the ages
By simple men with simple ways
To wise and ancient sages…
How sweet then, quietly knowing
Reaching destination fair:
“It’s the journey that’s important,
Not the getting there!”



Today, many will awaken with a fresh sense of inspiration. Why not you?
Today, many will open their eyes to the beauty that surrounds them. Why not you?
Today, many will choose to leave the ghost of yesterday behind and seize the immeasurable power of today. Why not you?
Today, many will break through the barriers of the past by looking at the blessings of the present. Why not you?
Today, for many the burden of self doubt and insecurity will be lifted by the security and confidence of empowerment.…


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 usher in a new era
But we made the error
Greed clouded our vision
Hate and human indecisions
Divide conquer and rule
Brainwashing in schools
Giving civilization to descendants of the apes
Bastards of colonial rape
……..we wait…..


It’s a funny thing,
What we call life,
It gives us trouble,
It causes strife.
It makes us laugh,
It makes us cry,
Yet all we do,
Is stress and try.
To make it through,
Surpass Our frowns,
To make it past,
Life is ups and downs.
We don’t have a choice,
To stay or to go,
Were here for a while,
Is all that we know.
So however hard,
When there is no fun,
Sit back and remember,
We only get one.

Whatever you Plant, you will Harvest

Plant and harvest
If you plant honesty, you will reap trust.
If you plant goodness, you will reap friends.
If you plant humility, you will reap greatness.
If you plant perseverance, you will reap victory.
If you plant consideration, you will reap harmony.
If you plant hard work, you will reap success.
If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation.
If you plant openness, you will reap intimacy.
If you plant patience, you will reap improvements.
If you plant faith, you will reap miracles.…


No one can know the potential,
Of a life that is committed to win;
With courage – the challenge it faces,
To achieve great success in the end!

So, explore the Dimension of Greatness,
And believe that the world CAN be won;
By a mind that is fully committed,
KNOWING the task can be done!

Your world has no place for the skeptic,
No room for the DOUBTER to stand;
To weaken your firm resolution
That you CAN EXCEL in this land!

Start Where You Stand

Start where you stand and never mind the past,
The past won’t help you in beginning new,
If you have left it all behind at last
Why, that’s enough, you’re done with it, you’re through;
This is another chapter in the book,
This is another race that you have planned,
Don’t give the vanished days a backward look,
Start where you stand.

The world won’t care about your old defeats
If you can start anew and win success,
The future is your time, and time is fleet
And there is much of work and strain and stress;
Forget the buried woes and dead despairs,
Here is a brand new trial right at hand,
The future is for him who does and dares,
Start where you stand.


Promise yourself….
To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

defining Happiness

‘Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the human mind, body and soul.

All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life, filled with happiness alone;
Happiness is more when woes come in-between.
Happiness is just a feeling weird!

Life could become boring and monotonous, when happiness is prolonged.
Even the pauper can be happier than the prince.

Nothing To Fear

There’s nothing to fear – you’re as good as the best,
As strong as the mightiest, too.
You can win in every battle or test;
For there’s no one just like you.
There’s only one you in the world today;
So nobody else, you see,
Can do your work in as fine a way:
You’re the only you there’ll be !

So face the world, and all life is yours
To conquer and love and live:
And you’ll find the happiness that endures
In just the measure you give;
There’s nothing too good for you to possess,
Nor heights where you cannot go:
Your power is more than belief or guess –
It is something you have to know.

Perfect Living

Don’t undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others,
It is because we are different that each of us is special.

Don’t set your goals by what other people deem important,
Only you know what is best for you.

Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart
Cling to that as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.

Don’t let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or the future.

Defining Hope

Hope is bright shining light which keeps darkness at the bay
Hope is gentle cold breeze on a hot sunny day

Hope is to remain positive when going gets tough
hope is seeking more when others think u had enough

What hope means

Hope is dreaming of tommorow
Hope is simmering under sorrow

Hope is sparkles when tears in our eyes
Hope is a beautiful thing & beutiful things never dies

What hope means

Hope is as light as a feather
Hope keeps all of us together

Hope is ubiquitous and free of cost
hope is the last thing ever lost…..…

Life as we should live it

Without worrying.
Without looking back.
For the freedom.

Without thinking.
Without planning.
With imagination.
With love.
With life.

At yourself.
For yourself.


For yourself.
Helping others.
The way you want.
The way you need.
Your life.



A person can make you feel high,
A person can make you feel low.
But only you can decide,
Which way you want to go.

A person can hurt you mentally,
A person can hurt you physically.
But only you can place,
A limit on your abilities.

A person can cause drama,
A person can cause a situation.
But only you can create,
Your own reputation.

A person can make you laugh,
A person can make you cry.…

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