writing was hard today

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Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication

-Leornado da Vinci

To write today was hard

The topics came and went by so fast

In verity they were just bad

Trying out haikus. Just words strung together really.

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not all posts have titles

...and I saw life like dried leaves

Detached from the branch

Rustling away in the wind

It floated for a while then

Settled on the water surface

The gentle wind carried it to the edge

There it lay

Brown and moistened

Waiting to decay


not every poem makes sense, some are just but glimpses into an uncharted worlds. written during hazy thinking experiment time

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a moment with wisdom

he boasts a large collection of autobiographies and critiques of the famous African leaders. He just doesn't keep them he reads them and reviews them.

from a different angle

audio and visuals proff loves his jazz

This is his sitting room. Neat huh?

a shell a day, brought to him by grandchildren, neighbors and friends he never throws them away

"these are works on Castro and Cuba, I read a lot of Marx and Lenin at your age"

A religious man who says of himself "I am more of a Quaker than I am a Muslim he then ponders the statement and rephrases it to say I am a Godly man. I owe him my all.

Montage like arrangement of his family

This is an entire house full of manuscripts and reels with speeches of the famous leaders. Three rooms full. 

reflections of a man seeing his end

do you see the book on Timbuktu?

Old china set. He says he keeps it to admire more than to use.

Dedication to Professor Ahmed Mohiddin Mohamed 

This is not a poem but simply excerpts from my conversation with Proff

I am at that point in time where I rarely make an effort to think

I just let the thoughts come and I jot them down in Ink

Most days I sit outside and watch the sun run behind my neighbour’s house and sink

It is faster now that I am leaving

All the while I am admiring my wife

Or scratching my balls

For I have seen my fair share of falls

I have had my thrills

I just wish for the young people to be empowered

To unearth their spirits and to be discovered

To go all out

Do not be fazed by the clout

"My only regret is I never took a photo with Mutunga and Museveni as I had grievances with them at the time I met them."

Icarus or Daedalus?

 “If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something.”

Franklin D. Roosevelt (1882-1945);
32nd U.S. President

  

Young, agile & energetic any more desire you may have?

It is constant rebuttal

I have finished with one

I have one more to go

One more to give

One more to take

Just one more time my faith to test

Yes

I am worried

It’s all I have ever been

Worried,

I may never recover from this

I just hope there is -at least- oxygen in hell

For then I will know it will be well

naked banana

I found it where I seldom searched

In between worlds

Expectancy and a lady with a spanner

It was the words

Then the recollection

I needed no other invite

I was completely naked

Bereft of spirit

Of fight

Of escape

I could have run

I choose instead to stay

I felt like a banana out of its skin

With a bitter taste within

Like I had regurgitated it from my spleen

I was naked and excited

For it had been almost 8 years searching

Just trying to figure out what this was

That was

Those were

I felt like Columbus on his final voyage

It was definitely a Eureka! ala Archimedes

It was exciting

It was confusing

It was convicting

As naked as a banana out of its skin

I took a bite

This I want to see

What really lay within…..

10,000 trials with faith

I have not failed. I've just found
10,000 ways that won't work.
-Thomas A. Edison

Ten thousand times I tried and failed
Ten thousand ways I learned to perfect
Then the first from ten thousand
I made my break and everyone said

"oh! how great it is to have your luck, to try and make it on your first buck"

Yet no one noticed the ten thousand flops
For all they could see was the one shiny bulb
Not the thousands of blown up and charred filaments
Not the drawings and concepts that filled the work table
Just the lighting and the bulb that emitted its large warm glow
Ten thousand trials with faith
A single reward of success
Believing till the end
Till the final whistle is blown
Till success is changed from thoughts on a paper to tangible physical matter.

Inspired by Thomas Edison who did 10,000 experiments before, eventually, inventing a working light bulb.   

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my Kenya unplugged

The light at the end of the tunnel has been switched off

There is no inspiration
no brilliance
no sparkles or eureka moments

its just a sullen desperation
an oozing of negation

its a pitiful sight
watching them in the shadows of light
eking in darkness
fearing for their own plight

its a tad disgusting
sometimes bemusing
as we await for their mouth to part
and their ever depressing monologue starts

a lie
a hypocrisy coated of democracy
dressed in a black suit scarlet shirt
and of course, with white polka dots, a black tie
feeding the hungry masses with the nonsense from a rank high

a cordial smile
followed by an incoherent speech that runs a mile
punctuated by senseless quotes
serving to punch in awe and importance to a resolved clique
where democracy is a miss

then comes force
like revenge, its served COLD!!
to the young alike to the old
from trucks, on foot
and on horse backs
its hell in reality
ignited by the mere spark of the fool
the common people's fool!
Now trailed by their own trained 'army'
his words hang on to like some important developmental tool

the same fool
that was described by many as buffoon
now herald and worshiped like some god of the moon

fathers standing armed to protect their homes, their kids and kid mothers
mothers rushing to cover the kids
kids cowering behind
fearing for their safety
'soldiers'
'soldiers'
'soldiers'
creating new frontiers

a critical family change
fathers now stand down and are marched around their homes
mothers are slaves and factories for producing more 'soldier' kids
kids are forced into war with themselves and their parents

all in pursuit of power
the crave for a money shower
a loss of principles
a succession of similar principals
submissive governance
oppressive rule
dressed in a black suit, scarlet shirt and of course, with white polka dots, a black tie

another lie
this time with titles, ranks and degrees attached

why should we wait to jump out of the pan
yet now we fry
shall we wait to roast
and have our children lament
watching them propose a new toast?

The light at the end of the tunnel has been switched off

what shall we do?

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