Wednesday, June 13, 2012
AFRICA’S WARZONE:
War, war and war!
The other day it was Sierra Leone ,
then southern Sudan , then
the DRC, Rwanda , Uganda ,
as in the list is endless. Now its Kenya
fighting the terror based Al-Shabaab in Somalia .
Wars would cease
if the will to make them was there. There is no substitute to stabilize any
government like war. It provides any government with a means of dealing with
rowdy youths. Yes! These are the same youths who are recruited from our estates
and hoods to join the army and serve their country. But during wars they are
placed upfront- that’s how you deal with the rowdy youths, giving them responsibilities,
even if not of honor and having them upfront at the most dangerous war zone
spots.
Wars everywhere
help the society to be busy, reduce population and kills boredom. All over the
country, in our little “Mtaani Barazas” and “jobless corners”, the topic that
has elicited debate is our troops in Somalia . Infact there are leading
panelist and experienced experts who take charge and give their views despite
them never even coming close to an army camp in their lives. But don’t we have
them in our society? They that pretend to know everything, even more than the
men on the ground. These guys can give government intelligences a run for their
money,
Indeed, wars give
the older generation a more visible approach to deal with the younger generation.
Here the old remember the glorious days where there was no war and how things
have changed and will continue to change. They call the younger ones “the
cursed generation.”
Whether
politically, socially or economically, there is no subsidiary substitute for
war. In the political realm, war can only be abolished if there is a substitute
to social-economic stats. Economically, the government budget will continue to
allocate billions of taxpayer’s money to the defense and socially, our people
will ask questions, but they will do so in the safety and comfort of their
homes and social circles. And they will forget!
Mistari: Nairobi high schools unwrapped.
Mistari: Nairobi high schools unwrapped.
Life is full of Changez
That leads us to Ditchez
Which leaves us with Patchez?
Lakini usi-Jahmu,
pata Pumu, coz
There is always a Highway
Leading to Upper hill
Where you will always be my Sunshine
In the city of Saints
Far from the Thickets
and Bush
You’ll be parking hot
With Parky- no Triple S – stress
“I WILL WAIT FOR YOU” (THE REMIX-REFIX) ORIGINALLY BY JANETTE…IKZ (P4CM- PASSION FOR CHRIST MOVEMENT)
“I WILL WAIT FOR YOU” (THE REMIX-REFIX)
ORIGINALLY BY JANETTE…IKZ (P4CM- PASSION FOR CHRIST
MOVEMENT)
So it all seemed cool
for everyone to be in a relationship
But me
Mama always said I
was beautiful,
But beautiful wasn’t
enough
So I took matters into
my own hands
And ended up with
him
Him who displayed
the characteristics
Of a liar, cheater,
an abuser and a thief
So why was I
surprised when he broke into my heart
We were just
friends, I claimed
But deep down I had
already decided
From day one that
even though it wasn’t,
I would make him the
one
You know what; I was
tired of being alone
My sand clock
ticking, come on ladies
You understand the
age-gap where you’re tired
Of always being the
bridesmaid
I wanted to be the
bride, so I took him for a ride
He had a form of
Godliness but not much
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I
was gonna make him the one
And didn’t God not
command us to reach the ungodly in the great commission?
But hey, hey, I can
change him
All clogged with my
will
I stopped his will
from flowing into me
Through my ignorance
He saw
Cracked open my heart
and put in a renewed heart
A renewed spirit
I fully comprehend
how much I need to wait on you
See, the bad thing
is I knew he wasn’t from the beginning
Because from the
beginning was the word
And he didn’t even
shine like your son
Out of the abundance
of the heart
The mouth speaks
And all he could
whisper were sweet nothing
He couldn’t even
pray when I needed him to
Asking him to fast
would be absurd
And out of this
world. So forget it!
But I know you
You are already
praying and interceding for me
Day and night
Even though you
haven’t met me
Let me assure you I
will wait for you
I will not date,
communicate or socialize
To appease my
boredom and quench my thirst for attention
His first name Luke,
his last name Warm
I won’t settle for
false companionship
Attempting to find
warmth on the embrace of his arms
I will stay in my
bed alone
With my poems on how
I will wait for you
Not flirting with
how much I can get away with while saved
He won’t even come
close
Our fingers won’t
even interlock
We won’t even
exchange breath
Coz I have thoughts
that I have saved
Thoughts that only
the Father equips you to open
I will no longer get
ranted down from so-called friends and family talks
About the concern
for my biological clock
When I serve the
author of time
Who is not subject
to time, but I to Him
If we could
role-play, you could be Abraham
And I Sarah
Oh, you could be
Isaac
And I Rebekah- a
servant’s answered prayer
I am bone of your
bone
Flesh of your flesh
Made up of your rib
And once we meet,
like electrons
I will be bond to
your nucleus
Completely
indivisible atoms
We even speak the
same math
One plus one plus
one equals three
But really equals
one if you add them
We were all created
in His own image
But you have the
ability to project
Reflect and even
detect the son
If I were to explain
what you look like
You’d have to look
like the star
A son of the sun
I’d gain energy
simply from the light you shine on me
I would need you in
order to complete my photosynthesis
I will await your
Revelation
But then again, from
Genesis
And I will know you
because when you speak
I will be reminded
of Solomon’s wisdom
Your ability to
lead, will remind me of Moses
Your faith will
remind me of Abraham
Your confidence in
God’s word will remind me of Daniel
Your inspiration
will remind me of Paul
Your heart for God
will remind me of David
Your attention to
detail will remind me of Noah
Your integrity will
remind me of Joseph
And your ability to
bend on your own will
Will remind me of
the disciples
But your ability to
love selflessly and unconditionally
Will remind me of
Christ
But I won’t need to
identify you by any special math-use
Or any special mark
Coz His word will be
tattered all over you heart
And you will know me
and find me
Where the boldness
of Esther meets
The warm-closeness
of Ruth
Where the
hospitality of Lydiah
Is in line with the
submission of Mary
Which is engulfed in
the tears of a praying Hannah?
I will be the one
drenched in Proverbs 31
But to my Father- my
Father who has known me before I was birthed to this earth
Only if you see fit
I desire your will
above mine
So even if you call
me to a life of singleness
My heart is content
with you
The one who has seen
You are the greatest
love story ever told
The greatest love
ever known
You’re forever my
judge
And I am forever
your witness
And I pray forever I
be found
About my Father’s
business
And I will always be
yours
And I will always
wait for you Lord
More than the
watchmen wait for the morning
More than the
watchmen wait for the morning
I will wait!
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
“MARY JANE”- (THE REMIX REFIX)
ORIGINALLY-“WEED” BY JACKIE HILL. (P4CM-PASSION FOR
CHRIST MOVEMENT)
Hey guys. My name is
Mary Jane
Also known as Pot,
Ganja, Cannabis Sativa or Heap
A lot of names for a
charming girl like me
I am pretty popular
A lot of you in this
room have tried to make sense out of me
But have simply
pimped you into choosing my three leaves
Over the trinity
I am a best friend
to many
I am sort of an
activist
Think about it. Legalizing
marijuana means
We save a lot of cancer
patients
I abolish the pain
of H.I.V AIDS
Made every sin
desirable, more than
The dangling apple
in the tree before the sight of Eve
I am better at
feeding you sin
Making you more
glutton
Hey, hey, it has
also been said that
I can help those
with sarcoma
Everybody has a
right to see, right?
WRONG! Take one puff
of me
And watch your eyes
become x-ray visionalised
More than Clark Kent on Small
Ville
Help you lust,
fornicate, rape, sodomise
Men with your blinks
Lust is simply a
side-effect that comes along with me
Sorry but you don’t
get the full package boss
I am a murdered in
the sky
Huff! Huff!
But nobody ever dies
from weed
The leading cause of
death by a smoked drug is tobacco
But not me
Your idolatry of me
is killing you slowly and softly
When you’re thirsty
for peace and comfort
You breathe my satanic
love
When you’re lonely,
I sing you death lullabies
While you feast on
my pipes with your friends
Whoa! Whoa! Hold on
just right there!
First of all, it’s
not that serious
Second of all, if
legalized I can sure save
The government
billions of dollars
First of all, it’s
eternally serous
Second of all, God
is eternal. Infinite.
Meaning, he had no
beginning, neither has he an end
There was no number
to be ascribed to Him
God is holy, man is
not. Full stop!
You can not afford
to love me
Love me
And judgment awaits
you
I was not made for
you to replace me with the creator
I’m not God… but
didn’t God create marijuana?
All weed heads are
doing is simply
Making use of his
high and art work
Didn’t God say He has
put man in charge of all creation?
To take dominion
So should we apply
that concept on everything that God Created?
Child molesters
should roam freely since
They’re putting into
use what God created
Forcing children to
have sexual intercourse with them
Until sin reigns the
earth
I will continue to
justify my lies
That you may forget
the full purpose of my conception
The truth is
I can not heal you
I can not give you
peace and joy
I am only temporary
Making you feel good
For 15-30 minutes
Then I leave you
with the same emotions you had
Before I came
Because I know you
will come crawling
And begging right
back to me
How desperate can
you be?
I hit you, spit on
you
Quit you every time
you smoke me
Don’t you see, we
are not made for each other
This is reality
I am more than the
charming Mary Jane
Lovers of me may not
die from lung disease
But will suffocate
due to deception
This has been a
Public Service Announcement from Mary Jane
And I hope I have
officially
Blown your high!
THE OLYMPICS FAIRYTALE:
THE OLYMPICS
FAIRYTALE:
2012 is here and many are looking forward
to the London Olympics. The Olympics fever is here and Africa
as a continent has had remarkable historical moments at the Olympics. I can go
on to talk of the legendary Kipchoge Keino but that is a story for another day.
1980 saw Zimbabwe
participate for the first time at the summer Olympic games under the name Zimbabwe from its previous colonial name- Rhodesia .
Despite being the one of the country’s
proudest moment, even after her 1980 independence, it is the circumstances that
led to the inclusion of Zimbabwe
at the Olympics that really baffles many. One of the hockey players then who
was the goalie recounted to the BBC in an interview of how they were not even
suppose to go to the Olympics in Moscow, but when the American led boycott
wiped out most of the field hockey entries, Zimbabwe, the new nation borne out
of the turmoil Rhodesia, became a last minute substitute.
Mind you, the invite came 5 weeks before
the start of the games and after the rigorous training sessions, no one could
have predicted let alone imagine what happened. Zimbabwe swept through 5 games
undefeated.
Two identical twins, sandy and sonia Chick
both playing for zimabwe and the only identical twins to ever have won gold
medals recount how despite being white, they all chanted; “ forward with the
rooster,” which is Mugabe’s party slogan in their 4-1 thrashing victory over
Austria to bagg the coveted gold medal.
daughters of zimbawe-the twins sandy and sonia |
As the Zimbabwe
players partied and drank champagne in Moscow ,
back in Zimbabwe ,
fans took to the streets singing zulu songs. It did not matter what colour
one was-all that mattered was the
unifying factor, a team that had unified both the whites and Africans into one
proud nation. When they touched down, the reception at the airport was
overwhelming, the twins recall. All that mattered was that they were all proud
Zimbabweans together.
And if you thought politics and sports are
like water and oil- they do not mix, then you are wrong. Mugabe in a
congratulatory telegram to the team, he addressed them as “the daughters of Zimbabwe ”.
Infact Mugabe went on to urge the country to forget the war struggles and
unite.
And just like the 1980 olympics, the 2012
slogan will remain the same credo for Africa- “
it is not the colour that you go in with, but the one that you comeout with
that matters.”
Monday, June 11, 2012
“THE SLAVE NATION”- LESSONS FROM THE “KABOGOS” AND “SONKOS “OF AFRICA
“THE SLAVE NATION”-
LESSONS FROM THE “KABOGOS” AND “SONKOS “OF AFRICA
An American
satirist Dorothy Parker was full of sayings wasn’t she? And I got one that
really got me thinking a lot. “I don’t know much about being a millionaire, but
I’ll bet I’d be darling at it.”
THE FLASHY KENYAN MP MIKE SONKO |
PARTY LEADER-MARTHA KARUA, MP KABOGO AND MP SONKO |
They are the new
walking ATMS- similar, as both are fabulously rich, staged dazzling campaigns
and won, ran on the same party ticket and their opponents claim they could be
distant relatives, who share a multi
billionaire friend in politics and in business.
MP KABOGO |
But then again,
hasn’t Africa seen this? Ask any African
statesman and he / she will tell you that this isn’t new. I do not know what
their merchandise is but I respect the mere fact that they are astute
businessmen and if we were all like them, maybe Kenya would have no need for vision
2030.
Forgive me,
however, I must confess, like framed English cleric Charles Caleb Colton; “many
speak the truth when they say that they despise riches, but they mean the
riches possessed by others.”
But again, I want
to be rich as Kabogo and Sonko, but I am constrained by the mortal fear of what
Leonardo Da Vinci warned; “he who wishes to be rich in a day, will be hanged in
a year.”
But then, how many
of those who have tried to be overnight millionaires have we hanged? You
guessed right-none! That is why we have commission of inquiries almost the age
of our forefathers that have inquired nothing. Because I ma unaware of any who
has been hanged, I am still tempted to push my luck through.
I suspect,
however, it would be burdening God too much trusting Him to walk me up this
ladder to the honey- pot in a year or two. It may take the rest of my life waiting
on God to bless me to the point I do not hanker for sh. 1 million and to make
myself the “mister IMF” for the less fortunate.
You see, in my
pride of Africa land- Kenya, money really does earn one respectability, a place
at the high table, the choicest meals, the choicest sitting places, powerful
friends, human nature which is like a prostitute in the Dark continent as only
those who can pay the bed get it and a million fanatical beggars praising you
as they wait eagerly for the bread crumbs.
As a former
colleague asked another; “will KBC play martial music when you die and how many
shops will close in your village when you die?”
The “Sonkos” and
“Kabogos” of Africa are greenhorns. They
always eye what is ahead of them, even before they attain what is before them.
Vying for an Mp seat, you will hear them say that they are now eyeing the
senate or governor. They claim they won’t pocket a cent of their salary but
will instead divert it to the projects in their constituencies. They come with
promises of free education, free electricity connections- all in the name of
wooing the voters.
MIKE SONKO-AH RASTA MAN |
This brings me to
the question which if I had an opportunity to seat with them I would ask. But
since I am not seeing that happening anytime now, I will ask it here; what is
this God-blessed business that makes sh. 1M equivalent to the sh. 10 coin we
grudgingly throw to street beggars?
But then again, I have
2 worries about the “Kabogos” and “Sonkos” in politics; first, money and
generosity do not necessarily make one a better leader and we need leaders who
can “uncurse” us from the curse of depending on the being fed fish to teach us
how to fish on our own. This is because; the dependence they create will make
us their own beck and call slaves.
This is because
many such leaders will live in gold- encrusted homes, cry about how poor the
poor are, and still scramble for C.D.F and other state largesse and fruits of
corruption.
So, until Africa stops being dazzled by the rich man’s and woman’s
‘chapaa’ (money), and bartering our votes for cash, we shall remain one big
slave family pretending to be free. We shall even lynch the pickpocket but
sprawl over ourselves on the ground when our legislators pass by.
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