My Concern

Am concerned, that,
The mango tree has fooled them,
Right in the middle of the city,
They read books the wrong way,
As they spent hours in the library,
That they used the wrong finger,
As they pointed the villains,
That they bought the wrong glasses,
When they disguised their faces

Am still concerned, why,
They chose the wrong saviour,
Yet none of them was blind,
Why the flag is soaked with blood,
At the hands of the grandchildren,
Why it was so easy a battle,
Yet so many of them had to die,
Why they begged for no mercy
As 16-calibers pelted them,

You know,i still have issues,
Not with the bravery we admire,
Not with the zeal we yearn for,
Not even with dreams we pursue,
Not with the history we pride of,
Not with the ignorance we habour,
Not even the utopia we live in,
But with the love we forsake,
...It is still my concern.

Chicken Little was right!

Hooray, Hooray x 2, tis my feast day today!!! I don't know but am jus happy.Really means alot to me as trifle as it may look. Anyway jus digressing...for those of us who have watched chicken little, we all fall in love with that movie, no doubt, i personally have watched it 5 times and can't seem to get the hang of it. And to make some serious and could be controversial confession, i had a serious crush on ugly duckling. Eeh, yes, i know that sounds abit oxymoron-ish but you have to watch the movie to see for yourself. Cuteness unmatched. She's just out-of-this-world!(not literally).Regarding the movie itself, am actually among the few who believe chicken little was right.i believe him totally. I cannot justify my belief but no one should go through such embarrassment. "The sky is falling!!" Alah! Wacha tuwachane na hiyo mambo. The other day am strolling back home from jobo and if there's anyfing i was blessed with cum attention-grabber, then its my afro, i personally nick-named it afro-shirazi. I can never fail to notice all those eyes gawking at mi head. I have come along way with this afro as mature as it looks. we have shared hate and banishment togeda, since back in ice-kool! I will never forget Miss Mwambia(name corrupted) for the 50 bob she gave me to go and cut my hair. 'Twas in form 3. She was our biology teacher and that friday i don't know how i looked at her or how she was feeling about me. Before leaving us assignments for the whole weekend, she couldn't fail to notice my well-combed, round, ball-like afro, as neat as it always looked, i never amused her. She was a gisty mama, actually, the gistiest among all female teachers. I can't blame her, a middle aged beautiful mama,unmarried but with two kiddos! She even used to match her dress colour with her two cars! So, that day, Ms Mwambia A.K.A sisqo******** 80 opens her leather purse and pulls out a 50 bob note and hands it over to me. "Embu nthis weekened enda upkapunguse hio nywele yako, you look very bad my ndear!",Huh?! Eeish, she actually thought the reason i had an afro is that i dint have enuff money to pay for haircut! That day i tell you the whole class had a good reason to laugh and laugh and laugh, loud that the whole school started laughing(literally). Heh! even chicken little wasn't so embarrassed when he thought the sky was falling! But, As i was in a boys boarding so actually in our vocab, we dint have anyfing like 'embarrassing', 'embarrassment', 'shame', except having a teacher every guy has a crush on handing you money to visit a barbershop! Whooh....nasty.I never went to the barber, of course.What transpired was hell. I ended up being suspended. Of all the three suspensions i earned in ice-kool, this one was the best scripted. You only need to read it to see how funny it was, i was home for week and a half, my mum scolding me left, right,center. The condition for my return to school was that i was to come back clean shaven. She gave me money to cut my hair and i went and hogged on some nice samosas they usta prepare at Mama otieno's! She too gave up on me. That saga is a whole soap opera hope I'll live to right a book about it....And possibly get a nobel prize for the contribution i have made in the bla..blah..blahh industry!.Wah! Ok, i have watched JB a.k.a Johnny Bravo and have also heard about this Samson dude in the bible, trust me, this guys have nuffing on me but MY HAIR IS SACRED. period. My boss the other day asked me when i am going to cut my afro, she was trying to smile... and i told her, if she wants to see the daft side of me, she should wait till the day i cut my hair. I mean, thats where my 'smartness' resides. I gave her a look that told her 'this are topics we should never discuss, madam' and she read between the lines.
I still have a copy of my suspension letter pinned on my bedroom wall, soon i plan to frame it, give it the respect its due. I also plan to make a copy and have it clear on my office, so that all those who dream about me with a clean shave head should abandon all hope. My ex- had a problem with it too, guess what?! She never did anyfing about it, one day she even sneaked in with a scissors so that once we are 'done', assuming that i would be so tired and sleep, she would shave me. It was a flop!! Wooi! I have digressed so much and now am becoming emotional about, and why not? My afro is my life, my world, my evryfing. For those who want to detract my afro so that i would suite them,well guess what! Kiss my bum! Aaaoouuuuuchhh! If chicken little was right about the sky fallling then i must right about ma philosophy, "Akili ni nywele na kama hauna yako, hauna akili". Anyone wishing to translate the above proverb to kiswa is welcome. Remember this, You only know your real friends when you rent house next to the beach! hehehehe

Her Song

She don't sing the song anymore,
From the days she would overdress me,
My feet with the tightly knit socks,
My head with the woolen helmet 'Boshori',
'Twas the days thunderstorms terrified,

She would sing and hum the lullaby,
To wave the little me away,
With a smile, she watched me slumber,
With a kiss, she laid me on the rest,
'Twas her and me against the world,

Now that the song is dead, all is lost,
As i mourn, We mourn, She mourned,
She watched me play, from the veranda,
She heard me sing, alone under the tree,
'Twas the last days of the song, she knew.

The Phoenix

The light had darkened their scrolls,
The more things whitened, the worse, and,
As forefathers admonished in poems and poems,
A conjecture was to shape the worlds' destiny,
...the phoenix had started its journey.

The lemonade was no longer reserved,
Everyone had tried the lemons...a daily dose,
Some say they saw him in the riverside village,
He rode on a stampeding calvary, heading west,
No, no, only the phoenix was to bring the savior.

The ancient prophecy was now unfolding,
Slowly the dark scarlet swallowed up the day,
The heads had gathered, only the fealty,
Ahead in-time to herd them westwards,
It was time,(sigh) the phoenix had come.

But what if...

And if the ground we walk on would be so hot, a point we can no longer walk on the surface? Would we make peace with our god(s), would others start to believe in the existence of some higher being, would others still find a way of blaming the warming of the globe thing. Definitely, something is always there to hold the blame; we all know that. This is how society has molded us, for the hedonists, it is the poor that come in their way and for the paupers the rich have shared their hard earned breadbaskets and what was left was the hard crumbs for them to fight for. But what if all this changed, that all we desired in life came to pass, that we lived in our very dreams, would life be as we know it? would we wake up with the zeal, the hope and aspirations, goals that keep us going everyday? Or would there be suicides still?, and the drug peddlar, would he still get his clientelle? would there be the red light districts anymore?
This time the society would grind to a stand still, and on a deeper thought, is it this grim? That the social evils keep the society alive? The system as we know it, is run by dirty money, laundered by the same society they have an alliance with. If we all had it our way, would we be happy? Would you?