HUYU NGARTIA

HUYU NGARTIA

Nimekaa chini nikakumbuka boy
anaitwa Ngartia
mistari haitoshi kudescribe hii kijana
naweza anza na vile ye hupenda
accent ya kiborana
anabonga hiyo na me namwaga yangu
ya kiindia
saa zingine si hata hubonga kirussia
na hii ufala yote tulianzanga zamani
sana
zile mazamani za wakati ya drama .
tumetoka mbali ndo maana hapa
unatuona
haushangai hata vile tunashare
majina?
hata kwa twitter ndie alikuwa my first
follower
na hata sijaanza kuongea stori za
blogger.
nampatia time na nione kule atafika
si ati namdoubt, ni ati naogopea
future,
nashindwa ka iko ready kumeet iyo
sura.
kijana ataanza na majokes hautafunga
kinyua
hadi afungue book na uangalie hizo
paper.
ndo utarealise ulikuwa unacheka na
genius
genius mwenye huenda interview na
akalla
hata steve jobs hivo tu ndivo alianza.
ka haujakutana na huyu asylum
member
kuja kwangu naweza kuwahi number
ka una pen anza kuandika , 071 ...
naona hauandiki.but ukimtaka
hautamkosa place watu wanacheka.
shout NGARTIA!!!
©VICTOR BRIAN

MIDNIGHT MUSINGS _MIDNIGHT MUSINGS _

Walisema ati mpanda ngazi hushuka
we ningoje tu huko chini, nilichukua elevator
niko third floor ya success na naendelea kupanda.
Am sitting at the corner thinking over and over
I must fix this lift, and make it go faster.

This times are hard and are they getting harder,
I bit more than I could chew, guess I've gotten tougher
am chewing this crap up and feeling it get softer
I ain't spitting it out, shit! I just realized its pepper
and each and every minute, its fuckin getting hotter
Am gonna swallow it up, turning myself into a timebomb
exploding in the near future, better prepare your tomb.
I guess I was born crazy,I even pimped up that womb
I got out giggling,the nurse loved me at first sight
she pinched my lil' ass, and I blushed at first.
Then I winked at the doc, and he passed over a blunt.

Am chasing my dreams, laughing as I hear them pant
Am not catching 'em, the race will end too fast
I already passed them once, this is my second lap
riding my jetpack, water on a plastic cup

I've gotten here through the thick, can't you see?
don't even ask me why the thin was afraid of me
guess it's coz I break all rules and run naked, scot free
Am gonna marry poetry, am down on one knee

Some ask me why I don't let my real self be
Kill him!I slit his wrists and tied him to a tree
this is me now, like me or not, that's up to thee.

I open my rib cage, and let my mind think free
I go in sane and get back at the count of three
am talking sense but y'all too blind to see
can't You realize that only the crazy are free??

SHE SAID _SHE SAID _

She sat on the couch,
eating. With a slight slouch
slowly chewing and chewing over
Too serious, I felt dark clouds hover
she gave a hard look
and slowly, her head, she shook.
before she even spoke, I felt the words sink,
"What will people think?"
She said, "if you don't shave that hair"
Her home, she said, wasn't a criminals lair
she gave me 40 bob and told me to go
"and don't come back sporting that Afro"
I assured her all would be well,
took the money, and bought hair gel.

DEAR MAIKO

Dear bwana Maiko makanika
Hii ni E-mail yangu ya kwanza kuandika
imebidi ju calls zangu umedinda kushika
I guess ni venye hujui hiyo namba
pia mi hufanya hivo, sijashtuka
Oh, pole, mi huwa na story mob sana
but acha niget to the point sasa_
Nataka tu kukuthank ju ya jana.
Checki, Joe amekuwa akinilenga sana
Imagine hata bedroom alihama bana
ye huja kwangu tu baridi ikizidiana ...
Jana hata hata nilimforce ku ..ku..kufanya
Ju skuizi hana psyche, I guess anahanya.
Nikaperuse contacts zake, Nione nani alimsanya
Usimshow pliz, atazusha ju alinikanya
anyway, nliona kila number kwa phone book naijua
ispokua yako na "Shiro dawa ya mende na panya "
Haiwess kuwa huyo mh! We ungemhanya?
then ukamkol venye tuna ...venye adults hufanya
mkabonga kiasi, sijui venye mliambiana
Aki akaget overdrive, nikaa ulimfix Turbo charger
Ilikuwa nare, leo hata kutembea ni shida
nikashangaa ni ni umemshow, ni promo ameshinda?
then ikanihit, si we ni makanika!!!
ni gari unaorganise ..hahaaa nimekushika
aki I guess ni kunisurprise alikuwa anataka,
Woiyeee hiyo ni sweeeet, hata... no wonder ..
Messo zako nayeye Ziuwa locked. Haziwezi someka
Ni messo za m-pesa!
na hii time ye huja usiku ni gari mnatafutanga yenyewe anataka?
bytha thanks ju we hukol kujua ama amefika ...
We Baadaye, tukipatana ki beer Ntakushika_
...Eeeh na si manzi yako unampenda manze,
mpaka email yako ni jina yake!!
Bye, na usiambie Joe ulicontactiwa na wife wake ...

When I was six, schooling in a local school somewhere in the slopes of mount Kenya, I was finding it hard to explain to my classmates what a Colombus monkey is. You should have seen the curious faces and shocked eyes as I meticulously detailed how the monkeys jumped and swung from one tree to the other. All my life I had grown seeing these beautiful creatures gathering berries and wild fruits on the trees on the banks of nyariginu. The river marking the border of my grandparents' shamba.They were a nuisance sometimes and we would take turns to chase them out of the maize and potato plantations. (Grandma please don't read this part) am guilty of allowing them to feed on our toil, just because I had fallen in love with nature. I don't know if she fell for it, but I always claimed the monkeys had outsmarted>am not that stupid though< me when grandma came fuming (almost steaming through her ears) as she counted the loses.About a month ago, I was finding it hard to explain to my six year old cousin what a colombus monkey is. Ironically, the boy has spent even more time in the shamba than I did. Unluckily for him, the trees have slowly disappeared, thanks to the growing population and demand for charcoal and timber. What pains me the most is that the once beautiful snow capped kirinyaga is now found only in pictures, history and fading memories. The once mesmerizing splendour that inspired me to write my first lines of poetry has been reduced into bare rocks. Grotesque and ugly to the eyes of those who saw her in her years of Glory. The snow has thawed, Nyariginu, the river that made me the swimmer I am today has been unfairly deprived of her clear waters and green beauty.maybe its because no one bothered to sensitize the local folk on the importance of conservation. Maybe its because Wangari Maathai never got this deep ...my question is, can't we be all be wangari Maathais in our own respect?? That's is a woman I hold much respect for,, watching her accept her Nobel prize, I felt proud that someone was out there representing those of us who share the same love for nature. I look at her picture and I would have sworn that she was in her early 50s...I was honestly shocked to learn that she was 71 at the time of her passing.I guess that isa lesson to all of us, serve nature well and she will reward you with beauty _no need to visit the fountain of youth _ or loliondo for our case. This post is a tribute to a heroine, who robbed us the tallest building in Africa, but added a few years to our lives. RIP Wangari Maathai, you have left a great legacy and inspired my kind.PS : I agree with Cathy Nzissi »cancer is a bitch! I was finding it hard to explain to my classmates what a Colombus monkey is. You should have seen the curious faces and shocked eyes as I meticulously detailed how the monkeys jumped and swung from one tree to the other. All my life I had grown seeing these beautiful creatures gathering berries and wild fruits on the trees on the banks of nyariginu. The river marking the border of my grandparents' shamba.They were a nuisance sometimes and we would take turns to chase them out of the maize and potato plantations. (Grandma please don't read this part) am guilty of allowing them to feed on our toil, just because I had fallen in love with nature. I don't know if she fell for it, but I always claimed the monkeys had outsmarted>am not that stupid though< me when grandma came fuming (almost steaming through her ears) as she counted the loses.About a month ago, I was finding it hard to explain to my six year old cousin what a colombus monkey is. Ironically, the boy has spent even more time in the shamba than I did. Unluckily for him, the trees have slowly disappeared, thanks to the growing population and demand for charcoal and timber. What pains me the most is that the once beautiful snow capped kirinyaga is now found only in pictures, history and fading memories. The once mesmerizing splendour that inspired me to write my first lines of poetry has been reduced into bare rocks. Grotesque and ugly to the eyes of those who saw her in her years of Glory. The snow has thawed, Nyariginu, the river that made me the swimmer I am today has been unfairly deprived of her clear waters and green beauty.maybe its because no one bothered to sensitize the local folk on the importance of conservation. Maybe its because Wangari Maathai never got this deep ...my question is, can't we be all be wangari Maathais in our own respect?? That's is a woman I hold much respect for,, watching her accept her Nobel prize, I felt proud that someone was out there representing those of us who share the same love for nature. I look at her picture and I would have sworn that she was in her early 50s...I was honestly shocked to learn that she was 71 at the time of her passing.I guess that isa lesson to all of us, serve nature well and she will reward you with beauty _no need to visit the fountain of youth _ or loliondo for our case. This post is a tribute to a heroine, who robbed us the tallest building in Africa, but added a few years to our lives. RIP Wangari Maathai, you have left a great legacy and inspired my kind.PS : I agree with Cathy Nzissi »cancer is a bitch!

MY TRIBUTE. _