Wednesday, May 31, 2006

4K club

4K CLUB meaning





Whatever happened to those words.

As we celebrate Madaraka day tomorrow, all i would ask of Kenyans is to unite in common purpose to develop Kenya. Your role however small is appreciated in this country.

I am Kenyan because i am.

And obviously to quote the famous US President and link his inaugural address

"Ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country".

This is our 43rd year of Independence in this country. We have achieved great things and we continue to achieve great things. In Africa we continue to lead and moreso with the determination of the many Kenyans who continue to be the pillar of strength.

While some African countries have allowed civil wars to destroy them, Kenya has continued to fight for peace and unity.

I am Kenyan because i am.

To salute many people who despite the struggles and hard economic life stay here to develop our human resource


And many others who would have a better life outside the country but have chosen to stay.

Do all have a blessed day.

God Bless Kenya

Tuesday, May 30, 2006


don’t see you
But I hear your voice
I smell your scent
I hear your footsteps

Lonely I bear it
Without you I walk
Knowing that I am alone
Yet you remain with me

It has been a while
Yet sometimes I hear you speak
I feel you
I hold your arms

I hold on to our love
I long for you
For I walk
Just like a fool
Knowing without you
I will forever walk alone

Thursday, May 25, 2006


I read the post of one Acolyte with utter dismay almost utter disgust. Wella if the comments were to go by the dude (original composer) of the article must have had two a lesson to learn.

Ati women choke men’s space. Goodness. I am beside my self in thinking just how many men I have rare space for and who keep choking my space just like mbofuro taken without tea.

Take for example my friend X who has gone to enjoy herself in a party. A guy who has been disturbing her joins them. He wants to shika her hands all the time, when she moves to the dancefloor the guy is futuaring her insisting that she dances with him. AArrgh!!! He cant even dance well hukoz he is squeezing himself to her. Kwani some guys don’t just get it. I don’t wanna dance with you, simple and clear.

Then there is this friend of mine who didn’t used to know that they were going out with someone. Then one day he introduced her as “This is my girlfriend” to say she was beyond words. WTF??? You never introduce someone as your girlfriend unless you have asked her out.

I go to visit a sister of a friend of mine ati cha uzuri. I am beside myself when he says “ I will bring her to visit well” kumbaff. That is the last HE saw me. Kwani cha uzuri means how ati now we are going to visit well like how? With pilauz and dead chicken and cooked wheat in name of chapattis. Ala we usijijazie. Hata kama I hang out with you more than I do with some people he he ngai fafa me visit and well. No…oo…..oo. I don’t even like those things.

I am allergic to stuff like “I would like to meet your mother” ati now you want to bond with my mother. Hakuna. You meet my mother that day. Hiyo siku tu! ama we bump into her in town cha which I will tell her “this was my class mate” End of story. Hakuna my mum knowing ati this daughter of mine is being stroked regardless. No.,.that is too much for her. Leave her in peace. Yes my mother. I digress. This post is about choking.

Then we go to the Mathare headed ones. Ati now this dude I was dating decided Jeans are too much for him. Kwanza the way I love my jeans hata kama they are faded after years of brush washing and not being replaced. Anyway, he proceeds to tell me ati now I should be not going for his dates in jeans ati I vaa skirts. Hehe joke. Now me the daughter of my mother wear skirts because the bloody fool thinks I should. What is more than it? Regardless I told him that it was not possible. Day in day out he would come up with new rules. Kwanza he had a beer belly even my fathers’ is better (washing dirty linen). Anyway not one to keep up with rules we broke up. Yeah miss him (wiping tutears). Blah blah blah. Now what do you call choking.

Another fool is one who would tell my pal “I don’t like your friends” kwanza that one. Either she goes or I go. Of course my pal stupid and all (still love you) threw out her friends. Kumbaff!! My pals are none of your business. If its they go, you go with them. Hakuna ati what. Manze some of my pals date huko when I was flat chested little thing, with forced mosodo you know that one you struggle to shika at the centre of your head with strands falling from all over, when I could be confused for a kajamaa. Now that I am a grown woman; a friend of mine calls “ Nyako kokarable (shikable)” you think they are of ill behaviour. Ati they are influencing her. To do what? Kwanza the guy is kamatain aka adult behaviours aka fornication aka behaviours leading to hell aka Mtachomeka!!! My friends or you? My friends; end of story.

Some dudes want their mamas to look the way they want, to dress how they want and to even speak the right way. And now they are being choked!!!!

You know something; if you don’t like something it kinda chokes you IMHO.

Kesho Is Mugiithi Nyte. Yaay!! Ubaya all my friends (most) are so urbanized I don’t think they would go for Mugiithi. If I get company is me of to Carnivore to shake to Mwomboko (the most romantic dance in the world) . Yeah Nicholas the Kikuyu sms of mine you replied with you cant read Kikuyu in Kikuyu ati Mr. Thang.

It reminds me of a conversation I was having with my friend over the weekend. She declared that me and her boyfriend are growing shady coz apparently we think Luo music is cool ( my it is ). And kwanza I even know the latest Kikuyu song; I don’t even listen to Kikuyu stations but I know it. It goes like this

Kariki wonire
(kwani what is it that you saw)
Ukiura utuku
(you ran away at night
Twarire ngima
(we ate Ugali)
tukinyua ucuru)
(we drank porridge)
tugikira kasette
(we put on a cassette)
Tuigue Music
We listen to Music
Ngira mami
( I told my mother)
Ndakanjukirie kiroko)
Not to wake me in the morning
Ndina mugeni
I have a visitor.

Anyway the dude goes on to sing that after he left the mothers house the chic was gone and proceeds to wonder why the girl ran away at night after eating Ugali and porridge. I think she saw POVERTY. Just like that.

Yeah, is it being shady to appreciate who you are and where you come from and your culture? I wonder if that Mzungu hukoz struggles to dance to Mwomboko. Ama I missed something. C’mon!!!

And I have checked to Keguros and his Irimu (giants) stories . Me thinks one day someone from Holly wood after they have exhausted their movie themes might just pop in and do a movie on giants. I think It would be interesting after Nolly wood and witchcraft themes. Handsome man turns giant………..

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Be Slower to Judge

The prisoner sat in the dock looking reprehensive. The courtroom was packed mostly friends and relatives of the prisoner. The man a well known businessman and the woman his contemporary in business.

The charges were read to the prisoner as they call them elsewhere, here we call them suspects. “Mr. X you are accused of having carnal knowledge of a woman without her consent. What plea will you take asked the Prosecutor. Mr. X bent down and answered

“Not guilty your honour”

My master (the person that guides you through training) as he was then stood up and said “your Honour I am so and so and I appear for the accused” So sitting there pensively thinking ooh what a slob the accused was and how could he do that. Anyway it was our client and you know I had notes to take. Already the accused in my mind was guilty, that I didn’t have any doubt and the growing feminist would never think anything better than that about a man accused of rape. I was even feeling bad that the law firm I was undertaking pupillage could take on such a matter!! I digress.

The prosecution went on and on to call all the witnesses who all seemed to say nothing. The lady in question was a beautiful lady. Every rape victim I have seen is always next to tears if not already crying. She came and narrated her story the way they spent the night at Solio Ranch the sides of Nanyuki and the prisoner raped her during the night. Never mind they always travelled together. Our court clerk was later to joke that the problem with Solio Ranch which is very vast is that only buffaloes and monkeys could ever tell us what really happened.

The prisoner looked shocked. He wore thick glasses. At some point I thought he was shaking. And worse still the magistrate was a woman!! I tell you guilty as hell is the first verdict a woman gives you. So the prosecution closed its case and unluckily the guy had a case to answer.

It was time for the defence to prepare its case in the face of adversity of its client. Yours truly here spent several hours in the library digging into rape cases and especially where the prisoner had been set free for want of enough evidence. True the buffaloes and monkeys were never going to be there to tell her the story.

As we did the case what emerged was totally shocking and I wondered just how low will people of my species lie down to protect what they have.

This woman always hired the prisoner’s vehicle to transport her wares to be specific potatoes. What turned was a business deal turned sour. So on the alleged night the man accompanied by his nephew and the woman’s car broke down at Solio Ranch and they spent the night together. Nothing happened anyway as three is obviously a crowd. So they fixed the car the following morning and continued with their journey towards Nyeri and slept the night after at some lodging which they had always done minus the nephew that time. It occurred they had numerous sexual encounters in course of their business relations.

It turned out both were married. So the following morning the man and woman (both happy I assume) set out to their village. It is at this point the guy asks the woman at her home “it’s how you still haven’t paid me for transporting your potatoes”.

And the woman said “just pay yourself for sleeping with me”

Unfortunately, the woman’s husband heard. When she realized that he heard their conversation she immediately rose and told the man

“This man raped me”

And they proceed to the police.

Anyhow, what jazzed me out of this saga was that the Magistrate who had already convicted our client as she always did with such accuseds was interrogating a witness of ours who was from the lodging asked

“You are saying the two came together in the hotel”


How did they look when they left in the morning?


He says “ok”

I am asking did they look like they had any sexual relations. You are an adult answer me!

He said he didn’t know.

I had left the firm by when the verdict was out.

In short what I am saying is be slow to judge you never know what the real story is.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Irony of our Love

Can we talk the same language?
Can we dance the same dance?
Can we share the same feelings?
Can we hear the same words?
Can we listen to our whispers?

Should be my strength be your weakness
Should be my laughter be a source of your pain?
Should my love leave you drained?
Should my tears be your joy?
Should that be?
The Irony of our love

Your love leaves me drained
Your laughter makes me sad
Your tears make me happy
Your words irks my ears
Your whispers I hear not
And that is
The irony of our love

We dance together
We eat together
We laugh together
We listen to each other
And that becomes
The irony of our love

My heart wanders for more
My body aches for your warmth
My ears want to listen
My mouth wants to speak
But I give in
To the irony of our love

When I smile
You pretend to smile
When I laugh
You pretend to share my laughter
When I know you are not smiling
When I know you would rather I cry

Cry I will
But my tears you will not see
Laugh I will
But my laughter you shall not hear
Whisper I will
But my whispers you will not hear
Until we are ready to stop
The irony of our love

Tuesday, May 16, 2006


I can’t put this in a post. But many of us women just don’t get it. We give love expecting that one day the person our love is dedicated to will reciprocate. Sometimes it does happen (like when he has just lost his job and all his friends have forsaken) and realizes that you are the only one who can stand by him.

So here it goes

You give your life to him
Expecting him to give his too
You could do anything to have him
He does his best to avoid you
You do your best looking for him
Woman what is wrong with you

You cry
As you are lovelorn
You nag him
You expect him to love you
But accept it he will not
Woman what is wrong with you

He hits you once
He hits you twice
He clobbers you the next
Yet you sit there
Thinking he will stop
Woman what is wrong with you

He needs me
So you think
I love him
But he doesn’t
Woman what is wrong with you

Life is not fair
You cant get what you want
But if you love yourself
Then you will get the best.

Saturday, May 06, 2006


That is how i feel.

Emotionally wrecked.

What do you want?
Me, you have

I , you have

Myself, you have

My time, you have it

My love, you have it

My laughter

My smile

My life almost

What else do you want


Let me be



Thats me

No justification

Can't please

Wont please

Will just be me

No one else

Just me and my flaws

Hate me

Love me

Will not be size 8

Have never been

And won't be

I dont compromise

I wont

I never will


Love me

Or just don't

I can't be just there

It comes a time

You either give

Or you let me go

Not just there

Thats me

I cant just be there



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