The one thing I have not heard anyone complain about is the price of Local Newspapers. Now, I understand we are burdened by a shortage of food, low pay [Given the Teacher's strike] and everyone talking about a poor Economy. The entire fault mounted squarely on the Members of Parliament, for everything they are. I can't help wonder what a Kshs 35.00 can do for common mwananchi. For a campus fellow such as myself, that's a pretty ready meal.
In truth, our leaders are unworthy of the title. Visions 2030, while a Kibera, Dandora or Nairobi West fellow struggles with the thought of having to mug his friend for a meal.
Men in suits are all they have proven to be. Wonder if there are interesting stories on Kenyan Military Generals or intelligent lecturers, maybe an Imam or Father of Christian Faith. I am spelling a revolution and am spoiling for one too.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
No one Wounds me with Impunity.[Edgar Allan Poe - Cask of Amontillado]
A dull morning to start the day with I must say. The heavy grey clouds with thick dark under bellies hover around much of the sky; they’ve got pretty thorough covered. Though occasionally, the sun manages a sneak past the hovering mass, it is not a convincing fit at all.
Taken to this imposingly heavy mass of liberty, I have roamed the corridors of my campus, opting to skip my two hour lecture for a reason am still to come to terms with. I could say, I have become a somewhat sluggard, as my appetite for that vice sloth has been pretty insisting lately. That being said, I have no sign of waning any time soon when it comes to that little matter.
Luckily, I have another two hours at my disposal to figure out what my will wishes of me. I am still at ends trying to crack this concrete wall, of an enigma behind my recent behavior. Therefore, I decided – for there is no place better – to collect myself into the pages and shelves of our library. I always seem to find a cause to correct my erroneous paths, unlike benefitting the norms of my life’s formalities.
So the line crosses somewhere, sharing life from a whole into difficult and pricey parts. It is no wonder then, they that ask, question the proceedings of their lives, of the seemingly many precepts of orderly and model life. For those of us, feeling uncomfortable in the suit and shoes of modern trend, the expectation and diction of progress at whatever cost. We are fallen by tragedy to witness and wince at the world, wonder and gather curiosity as to how a whole world, a people cannot know or see it.
It is evident, to mine eyes that my grated companions, friend and foe, make it difficult that my fancy may make easy a difficult thing, untangle an ugly knot of delusion and prejudgment of what they or I are capable of. Far worse, present on the stage, the world plays audience to art, leadership by a fine example of BARACK OBAMA, drama and disaster; unconcerned by the numerous sirens blaring of an impending danger.
‘Finito’: Long lines leading to judgment. The lengthier and bulkier ones to a fierily grave, straighter and narrower one to heavens above. A friend of mine shared this with me; spoke of a dream had last night and now coupled with me on a break first table contemplating an unsure future. It is no simple matter I mention this, for in sincere confession I skipped a beat of my ordinary hearty renditions. And with good reason, for it is known to me as will you, my friend holds no particular religious faction, far from it, he is as secular as they come.
Save my Muslim friend with a wardrobe harassment complaints filling up every suggestion box, even the cafeteria food section. The days proceed in usual fashion, as a cultured lot, prone to snobbish and traitorous tendencies fill the corridors of my religiously sensitive campus. Why do so many of us, (self included) hurry to attend to our roles in the world, some of them which are not too happy to fulfill and equally unashamed to reveal. Institutionalized to offer no salutations to anyone, apart from our sexes and opposites that seems deserving or class-worthy. Offering still, none to our neighbors, former and farmer acquaintances or fellow age blocks of both inspirants and aspirants.
Accepting for fact, we are better of and better persons when amassed with accolades, material possession, promiscuity and our names fail not in the praise and worship in these tens of tongues blubbing about vice laden activities. My conscience is labored, it feels belated and burdened with the weight of the world on its shoulders. Christianity offers deliverance, Islam offers moral philosophy, Hinduism a natural tranquility and secularism the fanfare of who’s who in society, addictions and habits alike, strain to the tether and envious jealousy over achievement and success.
My world, my campus, my home…a place of chasing time!
Monday, January 19, 2009
The First Comment!
The one moment you think of starting something, and it seems like you are the only one doing it, saying it, trying it like you do. It is more evident to you and assumed that there is great chance you might be alone and likely a lonely pile. It could even get more estranged when none of your futile attempts to alert the world of the curious folds of thought taking place in your mind, are not merely speculation or insanity.
Far from it, I have come to know, learn, think, say and try those things that have embedded in me a somewhat signature of nature. It could seem a little far fetched, whatever the attempts and their alarming likeness to absurdity. It is o.k. to feel a little thrown aback. The mere mention of genius is spurned puts plenty into perspective.
Hec! It is healthy to think such matters are not the affairs to meddle into. But curiosity gets the better of us, and soon some strange whim finds the unconscious self, bechance them with these enigmas, playing deftly amongst us without our keen conscience recognizing it.
I am glad for the most part, the life lived…though not the most eventful. The fact could be my country has little to offer when sensation comes to mind. However, it does not mean it is rendered to scarcity in whole, hardly!
There are affectations of nature which culminate the most outstanding of circumstances to ever befall time. It could be said that when such moments occur, for they are grave and rare, one cannot help marvel at the awesomeness, or magnamity of the inexplicable event taking place. To further on a random thought, it is acceptable to brush it off as some wishful thinking, the world does not let some things to slip away that easily, therefore genius when something slips.
One comment, a blessing in disguise. One hallo, a friend in disguise, one kiss, love in disguise and one strange moment, and magnificence need not disguise.
Inspiration is a wonderful thing, take the many times a story has been told of a legend, a hero of wondrous attributes and skills. They are dulled by their surroundings, gathering treasures in troves, the great and not so great personalities of their coming and goings. It is within the budding and flowering and finally the fruiting, that a strong and dependable character emerges out of they, that train the thoughts of men. Into tearing down their own fears, insecurities…bring hope, faith, love and courage to forge forward, ahead into the unsure, unknown depths of the tell-tale mesh of life.
I hear there's an inaguration of a man, equally magnificent as the one character described. He has for a while now, epitomized the ideals once so greatly yearned into the world scenes. For some, the world has collect some sanity at last, even if this be a minute one at that.
But a mighty one thing that no one can ignore. Therefore, without say...I am definitely finding me a TV set and watch as history writes another great man into its chapters.
It is then, we have lived the steps and prints nature is mostly in the detail of.
Far from it, I have come to know, learn, think, say and try those things that have embedded in me a somewhat signature of nature. It could seem a little far fetched, whatever the attempts and their alarming likeness to absurdity. It is o.k. to feel a little thrown aback. The mere mention of genius is spurned puts plenty into perspective.
Hec! It is healthy to think such matters are not the affairs to meddle into. But curiosity gets the better of us, and soon some strange whim finds the unconscious self, bechance them with these enigmas, playing deftly amongst us without our keen conscience recognizing it.
I am glad for the most part, the life lived…though not the most eventful. The fact could be my country has little to offer when sensation comes to mind. However, it does not mean it is rendered to scarcity in whole, hardly!
There are affectations of nature which culminate the most outstanding of circumstances to ever befall time. It could be said that when such moments occur, for they are grave and rare, one cannot help marvel at the awesomeness, or magnamity of the inexplicable event taking place. To further on a random thought, it is acceptable to brush it off as some wishful thinking, the world does not let some things to slip away that easily, therefore genius when something slips.
One comment, a blessing in disguise. One hallo, a friend in disguise, one kiss, love in disguise and one strange moment, and magnificence need not disguise.
Inspiration is a wonderful thing, take the many times a story has been told of a legend, a hero of wondrous attributes and skills. They are dulled by their surroundings, gathering treasures in troves, the great and not so great personalities of their coming and goings. It is within the budding and flowering and finally the fruiting, that a strong and dependable character emerges out of they, that train the thoughts of men. Into tearing down their own fears, insecurities…bring hope, faith, love and courage to forge forward, ahead into the unsure, unknown depths of the tell-tale mesh of life.
I hear there's an inaguration of a man, equally magnificent as the one character described. He has for a while now, epitomized the ideals once so greatly yearned into the world scenes. For some, the world has collect some sanity at last, even if this be a minute one at that.
But a mighty one thing that no one can ignore. Therefore, without say...I am definitely finding me a TV set and watch as history writes another great man into its chapters.
It is then, we have lived the steps and prints nature is mostly in the detail of.
In This Mind...
Tic tac in my mouth,
fresh mint on this tongue
about to speak an unholy thought,
but held back,
for everyone to hold their constitutions,
almost made an oath...
that I shall speak my truth quietly
Enough ears around here,
virgins to the coarse things emanating
a disgruntled voice on a campus corridor
My generation is oft imagined,
naive and hot headed.
Until those self proclaimed,
clotting headlines sip slowly
into the sewer that is our media,
sugar coating the vast girths of a politician,
of my course administrator,
Paid a hefty sum,
for this education,
which teaches me how to get a job,
not how I can start one.
In this mind,
aging faster than I can trust my Calculus
heading to uncertainty,
bleak futures in this here young minds.
I supposed a few kids would do,
get a job to get through,
every year in blind passing.
Until someone said " 2030.....
who knows whom shall see that day,
super highways and super trains,
I can't help laugh,
my companion can't help himself either.
He lost his job yesterday,
and now am attending lectures with him,
something about him not having accounting experience.
The damned thing is,
this guy has talent...
He can sell anything,
I mean anything...
grabs a fresh pack of condoms
sells them 20 shillings,
chanting..."Tuji-pange slogans"
In this mind,
I saw a world where anyone could make it big,
live next door neighbors in affluent households,
have heirs that speak four different languages,
Especially my mother tongue,
or somewhat of culture.
In this mind,
I have grown tired of thinking it CAN'T happen here,
That being TWENTY is too young for anything,
that we could play golf at Muthaiga,
Own a business or worthy investments,
Be guests of honor...
in power meetings or church conventions,
or even an INTERCONTINENTAL arrangement like our student council
write poetry or novels...
make ours a revolutionary generation.
In this mind,
I have tattoos all over me,
They are the ancient symbols of civilizations passed,
They are the embers of my soul,
A dark and disturbed person,
wakes every morning inside of me,
writes things on my diary,
writes things in my phone,
In this mind,
I have worn and lost many wars,
I have ridden many enchanting and monstrous beasts,
I am both hero and villain.
In this mind,
I have stored songs and great images,
I have stolen many beautiful things from the world,
I call them mine now,
I have become selfish and very feisty
I choose mystery over many things,
In this mind we are all not equal,
we are lesser and greater than others,
we are mostly empty and needy,
we cave in like old ruins,
In this mind,
we are the great composers of tragedy,
we are Shakespeare and Macmillan Publishers,
we make it and judge it.
In this mind,
we seem to come in price tags,
some worthier and prettier than others,
as if making us all deserving,
demanding the awe that is my mind's prerogative,
demanding from me,
with such audacitymy nod of approval.
In this mind,
I am defiant,
I will continue to be unconventional,
I will admire a corpse,
and think of my vulnerability
think of how foolish I must feel to be mortal,
How silly it is for me,
to go cursing another being.
In this mind,
I am a rock star,
I have stars glistening in my eyes,
I am the dark hue,
coming off some haunted house,
I am the foggy windows of a car,
wipe me off to see the world a little clearer,
because like it or not,
I cannot be ignored,
I live,
I breathe,
Bloody fingers playing on the lead guitar,
The bodies of adoring fans,
loathsome and likable
gyrating to this tunes,
unraveling my dark and disturbed soul.
In this mind,
come see the chaos tearing apart,
a manuscript of how I should live life,
shredding the conventions of my time,
shudder at the attempts of my crippled heart,
to dare scribble another ingredient into the menu,
" I want to live my life like me!"
and watch hell cook my life,
congratulate the chef for the wonderful display,
for I shall have lived,
what here is,
In this mind.
fresh mint on this tongue
about to speak an unholy thought,
but held back,
for everyone to hold their constitutions,
almost made an oath...
that I shall speak my truth quietly
Enough ears around here,
virgins to the coarse things emanating
a disgruntled voice on a campus corridor
My generation is oft imagined,
naive and hot headed.
Until those self proclaimed,
clotting headlines sip slowly
into the sewer that is our media,
sugar coating the vast girths of a politician,
of my course administrator,
Paid a hefty sum,
for this education,
which teaches me how to get a job,
not how I can start one.
In this mind,
aging faster than I can trust my Calculus
heading to uncertainty,
bleak futures in this here young minds.
I supposed a few kids would do,
get a job to get through,
every year in blind passing.
Until someone said " 2030.....
who knows whom shall see that day,
super highways and super trains,
I can't help laugh,
my companion can't help himself either.
He lost his job yesterday,
and now am attending lectures with him,
something about him not having accounting experience.
The damned thing is,
this guy has talent...
He can sell anything,
I mean anything...
grabs a fresh pack of condoms
sells them 20 shillings,
chanting..."Tuji-pange slogans"
In this mind,
I saw a world where anyone could make it big,
live next door neighbors in affluent households,
have heirs that speak four different languages,
Especially my mother tongue,
or somewhat of culture.
In this mind,
I have grown tired of thinking it CAN'T happen here,
That being TWENTY is too young for anything,
that we could play golf at Muthaiga,
Own a business or worthy investments,
Be guests of honor...
in power meetings or church conventions,
or even an INTERCONTINENTAL arrangement like our student council
write poetry or novels...
make ours a revolutionary generation.
In this mind,
I have tattoos all over me,
They are the ancient symbols of civilizations passed,
They are the embers of my soul,
A dark and disturbed person,
wakes every morning inside of me,
writes things on my diary,
writes things in my phone,
In this mind,
I have worn and lost many wars,
I have ridden many enchanting and monstrous beasts,
I am both hero and villain.
In this mind,
I have stored songs and great images,
I have stolen many beautiful things from the world,
I call them mine now,
I have become selfish and very feisty
I choose mystery over many things,
In this mind we are all not equal,
we are lesser and greater than others,
we are mostly empty and needy,
we cave in like old ruins,
In this mind,
we are the great composers of tragedy,
we are Shakespeare and Macmillan Publishers,
we make it and judge it.
In this mind,
we seem to come in price tags,
some worthier and prettier than others,
as if making us all deserving,
demanding the awe that is my mind's prerogative,
demanding from me,
with such audacitymy nod of approval.
In this mind,
I am defiant,
I will continue to be unconventional,
I will admire a corpse,
and think of my vulnerability
think of how foolish I must feel to be mortal,
How silly it is for me,
to go cursing another being.
In this mind,
I am a rock star,
I have stars glistening in my eyes,
I am the dark hue,
coming off some haunted house,
I am the foggy windows of a car,
wipe me off to see the world a little clearer,
because like it or not,
I cannot be ignored,
I live,
I breathe,
Bloody fingers playing on the lead guitar,
The bodies of adoring fans,
loathsome and likable
gyrating to this tunes,
unraveling my dark and disturbed soul.
In this mind,
come see the chaos tearing apart,
a manuscript of how I should live life,
shredding the conventions of my time,
shudder at the attempts of my crippled heart,
to dare scribble another ingredient into the menu,
" I want to live my life like me!"
and watch hell cook my life,
congratulate the chef for the wonderful display,
for I shall have lived,
what here is,
In this mind.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Campus morning..........
Haven't known any new person's into my new year's life arena, but I bet its going to happen soon. Hopefully sooner than later, this player got to play. Anyway, another one of my uneventful weeks continues to unfold, I don't know why it is this way though. Especially with the Gaza thing still going on, and by going on I mean, taking away 700 plus lives.
I think it is just selfish among other things that Israel gets to do this. Someone with some might should be condemning this. However righteous their pursuits are. It is no excuse to go hunting for a dog, while obliterating every cat that's residing in the pound. However apparent the cats don't belong in a pound, it gives no one any right to take nine lives just because a dog *%$#@ on your front yard.
Just to show how global this thing is, I was headed for class at my campus some Monday morning, the Opus Dei types but who have shown a lot of tolerance on the variations of religious and non-religious students storming on its corridors. When the same restraint was however far to be seen, when a class mate of mine was denied entrance to the premises over a 'Kanzu'(read Arafat and Muslim robes) he had worn.
It is one thing to discriminate against someone's attire when that attire proves offensive. But it is down right uncalled for, to discriminate against religion. Sure my good fellow, had track pants, sandals and a t-shirt behind the religious apparel, which are clearly offenses on our campus' dress code. But the point is, some of us should be a little sympathetic if not tolerant with a brother expressing his distaste over Israel's bombardment of the Gaza strip with civilians in it.
I could have done something, but the world is a cruel b*#$% and I surely do not want to go down that road. More so, I would rather do it the easy way, just like the world's doing it. Look away like I can't hear or read the signs of danger, if we let this go by.
So, like my agitated self through most of my lecture, I will fester and froth at the mouth if someone steps on my religious rights, and I will definitely speak about it.
I think it is just selfish among other things that Israel gets to do this. Someone with some might should be condemning this. However righteous their pursuits are. It is no excuse to go hunting for a dog, while obliterating every cat that's residing in the pound. However apparent the cats don't belong in a pound, it gives no one any right to take nine lives just because a dog *%$#@ on your front yard.
Just to show how global this thing is, I was headed for class at my campus some Monday morning, the Opus Dei types but who have shown a lot of tolerance on the variations of religious and non-religious students storming on its corridors. When the same restraint was however far to be seen, when a class mate of mine was denied entrance to the premises over a 'Kanzu'(read Arafat and Muslim robes) he had worn.
It is one thing to discriminate against someone's attire when that attire proves offensive. But it is down right uncalled for, to discriminate against religion. Sure my good fellow, had track pants, sandals and a t-shirt behind the religious apparel, which are clearly offenses on our campus' dress code. But the point is, some of us should be a little sympathetic if not tolerant with a brother expressing his distaste over Israel's bombardment of the Gaza strip with civilians in it.
I could have done something, but the world is a cruel b*#$% and I surely do not want to go down that road. More so, I would rather do it the easy way, just like the world's doing it. Look away like I can't hear or read the signs of danger, if we let this go by.
So, like my agitated self through most of my lecture, I will fester and froth at the mouth if someone steps on my religious rights, and I will definitely speak about it.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Year 2009
what a great year, sincerely so because I think am going to have me some very interesting things to reveal. So far, five days passed have not been so bad not to speak of. I believe there is a thing called get behind me Satan, sort of song I used to sing back at kindergarten. I think most of all I am going to love being me. I sort of made a resolution to keep myself as sensationally intrigued with my surrounding as possible. You suddenly realize you are capable of things. Good things and bad alike. I imagined the power I could harness from this, an' bam!
New Year's resolution.
Besides with the Gaza thing at the Gaza strip, the Israeli are not earning any fans this new year. I was for a moment compelled to turn Islam. See, feel and want the hatred it is they must share. An international unrest, what torment of mind would I be in. I imagine there are those who now, languish in misery...Pity, the world as always takes this as another passing. Another sallied passing where responsibility slips off those that preach the sovereignty of our creator with unmatched zeal.
Point to note, the world was a lot quieter place before Israel decided to bomb people's homes and alleys. It don't matter if there are sirens warning residents of incoming rockets, It matters when that rocket hits homes and shatters livelihoods.
How does humanity escape the faithful, the laureates of human rights, the champions of humanity? What is this chariot that bellows with a menacing beast? Who is this that leads a great vessel into destruction and ruin of earth's people? Where are the human beings within the tanks and missile stations? Where is the human in the leader?
New Year's resolution.
Besides with the Gaza thing at the Gaza strip, the Israeli are not earning any fans this new year. I was for a moment compelled to turn Islam. See, feel and want the hatred it is they must share. An international unrest, what torment of mind would I be in. I imagine there are those who now, languish in misery...Pity, the world as always takes this as another passing. Another sallied passing where responsibility slips off those that preach the sovereignty of our creator with unmatched zeal.
Point to note, the world was a lot quieter place before Israel decided to bomb people's homes and alleys. It don't matter if there are sirens warning residents of incoming rockets, It matters when that rocket hits homes and shatters livelihoods.
How does humanity escape the faithful, the laureates of human rights, the champions of humanity? What is this chariot that bellows with a menacing beast? Who is this that leads a great vessel into destruction and ruin of earth's people? Where are the human beings within the tanks and missile stations? Where is the human in the leader?
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