SOMETIMES

                                                    Sometimes there is nothing to be said

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Sometimes nothing should be said ,I just want to find someone who wont run away. Someone to look me in the eye and tell me is okay that things don`t always go right That this is how life works ,and how it will always work .that it’s not going to be easy.Today ,Tomorrow ,the next day ,but it will somehow get better.

DAUGHTER WHEN YOU ARE GROWN,

DAUGHTER WHEN YOU ARE GROWN, by  poet Teardrops

So daughter when you grown,
Just in case you’ll want to grow up
and be an insect,
I don’t want you to be a fly
,We all know that flies depend on waste
,Kim Kardashian is fly,
And that is why she is with Kanye West,
So daughter when you grown,
Just in case you want grow up and be an insect,
I want you to be a bee,
So that if a man ever wants to call you honey,
He should know that you can make honey,
Daughter when you grown,
And a man older than your dad or the same age as yourfather want to court you,
I want you to tell him this,
“Am diabetic, I don’t do sugardaddies”,
Daughter when you grown,
I want you to go for men,
Not only for men who will spend for you,
But men who will save for you,
Daughter when you grown,
I will build your mansionso that you won’t fall for men with cubes,
Daughter when you grown,
Don’t go for men with biceps and triceps,
I want you to go for men with concepts,
Daughter when you grown,
Don’t be deceived by careers,I have come across soldiers protecting boundaries with their lives,
But couldn’t protect their daughters at the edge of FGM-Knife,
I have come across bloggers, web designers, socialites spending more time on the internet,
Than they did with their children’s homework,
I have come across doctors whose wives are so patient and they’ve never taken them for a treat,
Daughter when you grown,
And the world tells you to shake what your mama gave you,
I want you to shake your head in disagreement and tell them,
This is what my mama gave me,
“A big head full of values, principles and dignity”,
Daughter when you grown,
I want you to start listening to your own conscience,
Before you start listening to Vibes cartel and Konshens,
Because their vibes makes me unconscious,
So daughter when you grown,
I want you to know that your BODY is a TEMPLE,
HOLY and SANCTIFIED,
And have never seen a temple taking nudes and posting them on social media for the world to see,
Cause one Like from God is equivalent to a billion likes from men,
Daughter when you grown,
I want you to know that all battles are won on knees,
And any lady who goes on her knees every 6.30,Will never twerk, bend-over or do the 6.30s,
Daughter when you grown,
I want you know that sometimes you don’t have to fight for your rights,
Or stand for your rights,
You are Rosa Parks you can sit for your rights

original works byPoet Teardrops

 

Left Behind

Dysania noun .a state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning

FB_IMG_1491559060206.jpg This writing does not claim to be an account of the facts and events but of personal experience .Experience in which millions of people have gone through time and time again .It is the inside tale of a love story.The tale may not concern the great lover bird already described in books and love magazines ,although it will, like them try to answer the question .”How was everyday life without her reflected in the mind of an average person”

Most of the events that will be described here did not take place in large and famous cities .alto not small but cities encumbered by traffic jams and pollution, a city that never sleeps but it’s residence always yearning for sleep what a paradox, but even at this state it leans forward bows and ushers in those eager and hungrily desire for greatness, ..

To tell this story I will spring from the beginning but not the start since this story hails from a past full of gray hair ,the time is circa 2016 but late 2015 it is on a Saturday temperatures 0 more of 26 degrees wind blowing steadily to the North North east but constantly changing direction to the west. March is at it peak but the heart is at its nadir

The chilly morning will find you glued to the walls of those busy streets, with your pack bag hanging loosely from your right shoulder, you will be heading for upcountry

THE NEW MAU MAU REVOLUTION

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Stand up and be counted in a new revolution. A new Mau Mau movement, not to fight a foreign master who enslaved us, but to fight the inequality, the injustice and oppression that a few Kenyans enforce on us in the name of totalitarian leadership. The new Mau Mau revolution will take our country back from the men and women who fear neither retribution nor repercussions to their actions

https://thenewmaumaurevolution.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/a-call-to-action-wake-up-middle-and-upper-class-kenyans/

Renovation

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Having lived in this space for some time,I am well aware of its shortcomings, as well as its charms. I try and embraced the way history has  intertwined with this space,I have seen this walls shrink and fade with the smell of dust emitted from every Conner, sometimes its a challenge moving around its even more overwhelming when you try to renovate ,which involve  choosing the right color for the walls, tile color and texture. Every tile seemed to fall short—wrong tint, incorrect size, too dominating,This sometimes comes to a death end as I try to strike a balance between leaving this space open and the desire to keep the best visual.

  That’s why,ones in a while,when you pass by  here and find things different, words spilled, broken language ,unfixed sentences and paragraphs hanging loosely from the walls,when you find so,just drowse and slack off  because that’s who we are ,We never stop renovating because we never stop thinking .Always striving to learn and relearn what  we may have forgotten.

“Next to the Word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world.” Martin Luther

Listening to….