Integrity Deficient Nation

A massive heist, a thorough plunder,

of money meant to buy life-saving drugs

for the country’s poor, the downtrodden

without influence, discounting God’s

a man stops a bullet in the forest, tortured first

hit men, having God’s job description,

delight in dinghy bars, celebrating a job ‘well done’

the police, baffled, will hit dead ends on its leads

our beloved country is addicted to integrity

so much that we resent its absence

leaders hold the bible with velvet gloves

thereafter receive money earned through ungodly means

God laughs at our vain attempts at prayer

For we mask our evils in his name

Shout about salvation from the pulpit

Yet, unaware, sacrificing our blessings all the same

Yesterday

you made away with my yesterday,
every single moment seems longest
as I lie on my bed, thinking of you - 

thinking of the dreams, 

thinking of your laughter, 

thinking of you love,

thinking of you arms wrapped around me 

thinking that you may not even be thinking about me

thinking endless thoughts

and wishing that we never should have met 

Always The Best of Time

I got to tell you how it feels beside you

Like waiting for heaven’s gate to fling open

And we stand there waiting to embrace forever

Always the best of time dearie

Something stills time, your smile

I could walk a million a mile

And ten more to spend awhile

With you, happiness pile

Sitting side by side couldn’t tell what you mean

How I don’t know how to act around you

Yet deep down me a feeling ripples through

The kind that tells me you’re my only queen

I will trade my life for your love

A gift of wings to a dove

To hover around heavens above

You aren’t earthly my love

Strutting

You strutted into my mind as would,

a model, auditioning for my attention

from the first sight, I picked you

you are a clear winner,

and you are hereby given the power,

to reign in my heart for a thousand eternities

Mosquito Nuisance

It’s half past one in the night. Satanic hours, as my former higher school principal used to refer them. As with these times of the night, awake, I normally nourish myself with whatever food that remained after supper. I had eaten githeri, and disregarded its soup which I found too salty. Now I am taking spoonfuls at irregular intervals, feeling as though I have discovered a new exotic culinary delight. Why was I awake at these satanic hours? Well the answer is mosquitoes.

It is one big problem which, I strongly believe, should have been factored in the building bridges initiative, and if not, a commission of inquiry formed with immediate effect to look into these mosquitoes that are giving ordinary Kenyans, who diligently file zero returns every financial year, sleepless nights. Despite magnificent, huge, momentous and gigantic inventions man has ever discovered, these extremely tiny creature was purposefully made to teach human beings to be humble. You could huge and intelligent, God must have been saying when making mosquitoes, but tiny brainless creatures will torture your nights, and you may never discover the vaccine of malaria. And God and the angels burst into prolonged guffaws, which made him forget that he was creating a human being. The error saw Him make Hitler.

I recently came back from the village to Nairobi to run important errands which are keep hustlers company and continue my hatred for mosquitoes. I learned that, despite evidence showing that they do not have brains, these creatures are actually intelligent. Within minutes, they had also landed in droves with their persistent annoying whine close to your ear especially when you are concentrating a particularly serious thought – where do I steal huge amounts of money and never get caught? Without a doubt, mosquitoes are already in the moon waiting for you.

It leaves you to wonder why Jesus died and never took away the annoying mosquito whine. You could have just closed your eyes, and really loud whine, overtaking the supersonic jet, flies close to your ear and off it goes. It was on a reconnaissance mission. The second time it circles your ear looking for a landing spot where it goes silent and deploys its suction tools. So your role is to subvert them by swatting and making serious and laudable efforts namely: missing it. It flies away laughing in mischievous mosquito laughter.

The aforementioned scenario is only idealic – there a billion mosquitoes my friend ready to take a sip of your blood. Thinking of it, why is human blood a mosquito’s only meal? Why couldn’t God make a Christmas thing, leaving them to survive on ugly and useless creatures such as rats and politicians? Just animals that do not have the ability to reason: I don’t want to name names.

If the ecological role of mosquitoes is quite indispensable like, for example, defecating why couldn’t possess at least three functioning brain cells? I base this on the fact that you could wake up in the middle of the night and manually kill them and arrange the dead bodies on the nightstand but they still come in droves. If they had brains they would know that this place is dangerous, and warn others never to step there. At that is the way it is in my ancestral home, Kerio Valley.

You see, in Kerio, you cannot plant maize, sorghum or millet without the intervention of monkeys. And they are very lazy, they don’t help when planting, only showing up when it is ripe. Anyway it is not their problem – they have adopted noble characteristics of certain species of animals known as slayqueens. They wait until its ripe then they wreck havoc. You have to rise as early as six in order to beat traffic…haha…sorry, there is no traffic in the village. You rise up early because monkeys don’t take chances with their laziness. And so you wad them off until you harvest.

However, the monkey problem can be easily be solved by simply killing one and placing the dead corpse on your farm as a warning. Being avid readers, they take seriously such warnings and they never step there generations after generations. Unlike mosquitoes. But they are just like us every election year.

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Review: Black Hawk Down - Mark Bowden

It is a book written by Mark Bowden –he also wrote another about the American-sponsored hunt for Medellin drug boss Pablo Escobar – and it details the events leading to a botched capture of some Somali clan elders in Mogadishu.

The capture of the elders did not go as planned, perhaps signaling a blood bath that would fill every crevice, nook and cranny in Mogadishu. A teenage ranger (who, by God, would be holed up in room exercising his free will to think of sexual fantasies and escapades) missed the rope while they were descending down a helicopter – which was way off-target – injuring himself. The Somalis seemed to have had prior intel about the impending American assault and were quite ready. Every single one of them was ready – men, women, lactating mothers, and children. All of them were ready to die. And die they did.

The unexpected ambush on the American soldiers precipitated a long fight in which they fought through a barrage of rocket propelled grenades, and bullets from the preferred Kalashnikov. Two American helicopters were downed. Efforts to reach the crash site were derailed by strict military protocol which effectively ensured that communication from surveillance helicopter reached the ground troops a little too late. The ground troops ended up getting lost, leading to the second down copter being overran by Somalis. They captured a pilot and killed the soldiers.  

In the end, a lot of Somalis were killed and eighteen American soldiers killed. More than seventy soldiers were wounded while thousand Somalis faced the same fate.

The capture of the pilot and the dragging of dead American soldiers across the streets were aired CNN. It sparked outrage, leading to questions from both the congress and the president himself; the main one being: what were American soldiers doing in Somalia? Somalia has no valuable natural resource if you don’t count piracy, and charcoal.

The president’s intervention led to the unconditional release of the captured piloted – of course accelerated by a threat to obliterate Mogadishu – and he withdrawal of US soldiers from Somalia.

Other than the fact that the targeted clan leaders having issued a threat to the US, there’s no other valid reason given in the book as to why the US soldiers were in Mogadishu. The only verdict was that the solders weren’t ever going to set foot in Somalia, at least without the approval of the president. That was 1993

Letting Go

The dawn, the unwanted dawn is heralded,

By birds chirping as though singing dirges

For these are beginnings of empty days

Of days thinking about the memories, love

Of abandoned plans, plans to love forever

It feels like you’ve just boarded a bus. A train

A ship and sailed away, far away from me

The yearning of my beating heart couldn’t stop you

The cry of my love sounded like a some nasty noise

Who needs noise when it all involves is sorries?

I have said a thousand sorries, many times not even,

At the back of my mind, knew why was doing so,

And these sorries depleted my sorries account

Now sorry – sorry sorry – is a sorry word

There’s nothing more I can do except let you go