Declaration

Dear God,

I, the undersigned, declare today the 30th day of October, 2008 that I will no longer hold you responsible for miseries of my own making. I promise you that I will let me and I fight until they either sign an MOU to form a government of national unity or until one succumbs to be the other's alter ego.

Help me, O God.

Your faithful but disloyal subject

Giving God a piece of my mind on what I think of him

For a few weeks now, I have been thinking of the whole religion bullshit. Then you know what God does in all this mayhem? He messes me up like crazy.

I have reminded God in the past that whether he thinks i am being blasphemous or not; he owes me an apology for pains I have gone through in the past.

This time he blew me up.

You know sometimes I want to be a good christian and say although Christianity was not really anything divine, the colonial missionaries got away with disrupting the African subconscious and reversing our cosmology. why the hell couldnt the motherfuckers leave us alone and do whatever it was they came to do without having to bring us a God who does not understand any African language?

I dont know what the fuck my grandmother was thinking getting all of us into this ass licking of a God who doesnt give a damn about us. Poor woman, like Okwonkwo's father, Unoka she succumbed to the pressures of pale skin. Thank God she wouldnt see this post last she dies bitter.

You know what God? You have let me down so badly; I hate thinking of it.

Perhaps if I was white I would understand when you say you will never abandon us. Perhaps if I understood your language I would ask you a few questions. But what reason would you have to listen to me if you have ignored me before?

Tell me dude, where are you everytime I get hurt?

Please dont tell me you are with me because I know you are not.

God, I think sometimes you are so selfish. You keep telling me how much you love me but dont you say that to everyone else? Perhaps you are busy with other people and you have put me on hold and forgotten. If you are so powerful God, why dont you make me my own smallanyana God to attend to me. Make him black if you want because may be a black God would understand when I get hurt in my language. May be a black God wouldnt mind showing his face to me because we are family!

In the meantine, it will take forever for you to change my mind on what I think about you. Anyway, I know you wouldnt even know my thoughts because you dont give a damn about me.

amos kwito

you sing
beautiful songs of course
but timing
wrong timing amos

beautiful songs
to the ear of course
but amos
must it be so close to my ears?

i like that noise you make
it is so musical; so rhythmic
but amos
not when i need my sleep

i love you amos
your music too love i
but i hate it amos
your irritating sting

this guy called amos
this son of kwito
could be better
without the sting
oh! his music at the right time too
amos kwito

eyescream

I saw this i scream tub
and you know what eye do when eye do
eye did what eye do
you no icecream and say
"icecream four my love of eye scream"

Desmond Tutu Vows not to Vote:Reflections on Kenya

this is highly personal...I am one of those many people that only think (and actually believe) that news can only be bad news. We have a reason to watch news when mbeki gets recalled from the presidency, when Zuma is set to appear at the Pietermaritzburg (the spelling here always gives me trouble) court or even when we have to watch one of those natural calamities so fond of China and India. Lately, i have not been reading/watching Kenyan news because apparently there is no news. There are no more news about women and children getting burnt in a church, graphic videos of landslides in Meru, Lucy Kibaki slapping Cliffords and so on. Today, I saw Kibaki on SABC international and as usual he stammered through a speech that I could not follow on electricity so I had a reason to check the Kenyan papers just to know what it was about. Well, I checked the papers but never read the story...It was boring...I love real news...Call me a sadist if you will. I have lately opted for the OdD nEwS part of the Standard News as a result because of its black humour.

Well, there are disturbing pieces of information that I find scattered in the papers about currently sitting MPs preparing for 2012 general elections. I just cant believe it! There is nothing wrong with campaigning but really after the 2007 drama, it's still too early to start pulling our pub(l)ic hair. Hearing the Nobel laurate (another one of those problematic words) winner Emeritus Tutu publicly declare that he is not going to vote in SA's 2009 elections scares me. Tutu has seen nothing yet in South Africa...just a little acrobatics in the ANC, which Gwede Montashe tells us, will soon end (By the way, dont you find these chaps daring to want to ask Mbeki to campaign for the ANC?). Well, my problem is suppose Kenyans said, like Tutu, that they will not vote in 2012? At least South African votes are still powerful but kenya...Lol!!! We are all carrying spoiled votes!

I will continue with this later because...

the girl i met

yesterday i met a girl
a slender gentle girl
who looked happy; not very happy
no she looked sad; not quite sad
i met a girl yesterday
that i do not want to meet today

yesterday i met this girl
this girl with a tale to tell
but kept it hard at heart
stared at me like i knew it
but had pretended i did not
i do not want to meet this girl today

this girl that i met
had a complaining face
blamed me for her fate
but was too late
for me to understand that
for the girl i met will never meet

yesterday i met a girl
that i hear is no more
that i now want to meet
to help her stand on her feet
to be blamed no more
for the girl i met hunger has taken

this girl that i met
i will never forget
how sad she looked
how much she suffered
how appreciated my help would have been
the help i never gave
to this girl that i met yesterday

yesterday i met a girl
who is now gone
who i didnt want to meet today
but many more i met today
and sure tomorrow will
meet girls, girls with the same look

you too met this girl
who blankly stared at you
but you never looked back
just walked, walked away
will you still walk away today?


DON'T

Please walk away not
for that girl, that gentle slender girl
needs you just to live a little longer