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. _

now how on earth was I to expect this????? :



NGARTIA ,this one is for you!
I know him like i know my name.
He taught me the alphabet, how to
write ,how to say my name;i knew his
name before i even learnt how to say
mine :Ngart ia ... .
He' d wait for me at the gate after
school, with ice cream ,chocolates and a
wild rose for me ,said i was his favourite
girl ,sometimes he even called his
angel ..
We 'd walk home,my hand in his ,and
his holdin my so little hands so
tight, with protectiveness ,said he was
scared of letting me go,cause he loved
me so.
Years down the lane,i 'm all grown up
and a centre of attention , every boy
wants me but him.
I don't know why, but our chemistry
just dissolved.
How i long to have him bring me those
wild roses , im tired of guys trying
impress me with expensive and
meaningless gifts.
I long to have him hold my hand ,im
tired of guys caring more about the
gold mine between my legs .
Heard he said i'm not his type,that he
is immune to me ,but i know he is just
saying.
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Sandra Gabby I see the jealousy in his
eyes when im with another guy ,and
oh, there 's those hints of insecurity .
You should see the longing looks he
gives me ,they speak of love and
adoration..
I see how hard he tries to feign
indifference, everybody else will fall it
but not me .
I know him like i know my name.
Heard he told the world that to him,
i'll always be that little brat whose
diapers he changed .
Oh ,come on Ngartia ,you won 't tell
them what you really mean is :to you,
i'll always be that little Angel,your
Angel.
People ,he loves me, he just won't say it ,
he' s just scared that my once little
hands won't fit in his as perfectly as
they used to ,
scared that i' ll think it stupid when he
sticks a sunflower in my hair,or i won 't
find it romantic when we sit by that
river, at that same spot where i used to
fall asleep in his arms, as we watched
the sun go down.. .
He is just too proud to say it.

TO SANDRA ...

I poet challenged me so I wrote her this :

All my life I've known sandra gabby,
I even remember her as a little baby
when those smooth cheeks were chubby,
that flat tummy was once baby fat flabby
I watched as she grew, though slowly
Into a cute lil' kid, though scrawny ...

Now she's this young adorable shawty
Dark African face endowed with beauty
with sweet worded voice,though sometimes shitty.
With an ass perfect for such a hotty
and tits that define the name cuty.
She leaves every young lad turning their neck
some so desperately, I fear they might break.

But why, sandy, do you mean me harm?
is it because am immune to Your charm?
Because I don't get hard by looking at your bum?
if that is so, then its such a shame
for that's not how I play this game
I don't go around falling for every pretty dame ...

It is true you've grown into quite a thing
fresh, crisp, polished and shining
Take care not and you'll loose value like the shilling
for you now think you know everything
though yesterday you knew nothing ...
Leave me alone and take these other offers
like skillz the poet for starters
the poor lad sees you and gets shivers
you talk to him and he sweats rivers
He even thinks your dark eyes are stars
You better save him before, more, he suffers...
For, to me, you'll always be that brat I changed diapers.