Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Janette...ikz - "31 to be Exact" 31 Status Spoken Word

AFRICA’S WARZONE:


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
He is close, enough!




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!
Forget about being cleansed and washed by the water through the word




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
He has the sole ability to stop, pause, fast forward or rewind at any given time




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
I will wait for you




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
Waiting for you!




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:

Zimbabwe has currently been on the headlines for the wrong reasons. But anyone who mentions the 1980 summer Olympics never ceases to mention the Zimbabwe all white field hockey team that defied and defined history.
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.”
Kenya now has green horn Mps- swimming in money called William Kabogo and Gideon Mbuvi Kioko alias Mike Sonko.
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.