Thursday 28 February 2013

My vote, my voice, my future,



I attended a poetry workshop recently at Pawa254 and the moderator was the indefatigable Sitawa Wafula. One of the things we had to do often was randomly come up with poetry pieces that we'd then share with the rest of the class. 





The piece I'm about to share was inspired by the 'graffiti' mural at the back wall, if you have time check it out, I wish I had the actual pic of the wall so you see envisage what fueled my train of thought :) Here goes.


My vote, My voice, My future, 
My mind I beseech thee to picture, 
That in your hands lies the power, 
To elect your future's watchtower,
Ballot revolution it starts with me,
By voting for them, I vote for me,
By making an informed choice I choose destiny,
By choosing peace, I choose continuity,





Ukabila ni ufala, 
Nafsi yangu maneno hayo yakariri kama sala
Ukabila ni ufala, 
Nafsi yangu maneno hayo yakariri kama sala,
Kamwe sitaruhusu ukweli kulala,
Ukabila ni ufala, 
Nafsi yangu maneno hayo yakariri kama sala.




Tribalism is foolish, oh my soul recite those words like a fervent prayer,
Tribalism is foolish, oh my soul recite those words like a fervent prayer, 
Never will I allow truth to slumber, Nribalism is foolish, My soul recite those words like a fervent prayer

Kibali.


@Kibalimoreithi 



Teardrops of my anger/ I found my stone


I try to educate myself everyday, and I test every truth that's presented to me, but the older I grow the more I accept myself and become averse to bullsh*t. Bullshit: Yes I reiterated it. 
I am not timid anymore neither am I gullible, I know my worth and the price I'm willing to pay to unlock it. I REFUSE to spill my energy over needless fighting, the seasons of life eventually bring Goliath to his knees via David's slingshot..

 "You get not what you want but what you bargain for", is what I've learnt recently and clearly I need to educate myself on how NOT to bargain for bullshit. No I mean every word. I'm in a state of flux right now, meaning very few people or purposes are indispensable, so understand if I'm no longer as deranged with you as I was before, treating you like royalty. You showed me you and the scales finally fell off. I saw you, I see YOU. I want nothing to do WITH YOU. 

I'm angry and writing is therapy so get pissed vicariously through my every wording.... This is not about YOU however, this is about me. My journey and my awakening. I'm done. I'M DONE!!!!!!. My other name Mwangi (Mwangangi) literally means wanderer, but I was done with the aimless drifting eons ago, it's purpose my heart beats for and if you are hellbent on suffocating me I walk. It will cost you to catch up with me, for a wanderer with vision is a potent force to reckon with. I found my stone, now all David-karma needs is a battlezone. *Strikes whoosa pose*

I'm done venting...as you were. 

ION I came across a picture I absolutely love!! 















Thursday 21 February 2013

Drowning in goodbyes.


Signs keeping telling me 'walk away',
but my blinded heart says stay, 
my mind is in complete disarray, 
because my fear won't lead me astray, 
on this lonely trail I wander, 
weak and frail I'm torn asunder, 
from who I should be I've let me-self pander, 
the very ones hellbent on taking me under. 

I watch you, I hear the sound of melody in your lies, 
I watch you, and slowly untangle myself from the ties, 
binding me to you, I've gotta ignore the war cries, 
what I gotta do, is burn this before my very soul-fountain dries, 
and my spirit dies, 
I'm drowning in goodbyes.


Kibali

Wednesday 13 February 2013

Destiny's heartbeat.

Run with this day, 
dance with its tides, 
flow with its way 
until everything coincides, 
yield yourself to its expectations, 
prostrate at its feet, 
then remember your every true conviction 
is your destiny's heartbeat. 

Blend in today,
not in conformity but in acceptance,
for that is life's way,
whether planned or happenstance,
Things will change abruptly,
you'll be knocked down faster than you can say stop,
Take it all in calmly,
like cream through boiling you'll still rise to the top.

Time, give everything time,
for with somethings there is no reason or rhyme,
but the lessons they'll teach you are sublime,
for which you can never afford their price by dollar or dime,
Revel in whatever clime,
you find yourself immersed in, to reach your prime,
Its every step mime,
Soon You'll be rewarded for learning the art of 'lemonading' lime....


Kibali

Monday 11 February 2013

Events galore.

So today I finally let go of my twitter bio, this is what it was before; "I care too much, sing too little, I write sporadically. Island owner in The Maldives :-D, I'll win a Grammy. Gerability scale:2 Sane psycho." To be quite honest, I didn't want to change it but it was time to revamp my 'online' image me thought.

Vanity aside, today I happaned to attend the Uchaguzi electoral transparency platform by Ushahidi, Hivos and Kenya Media Program at Intercontinental, please check it out, and send your obervations no matter how 'mundane', they will be verified anyway, and who knows, they could be the very texts that paint the real picture of what is happening on the ground on election day, or prior. 

So this week, there are a couple of things that I'd like you guys to check out, I'll try be chronological, because my voices are order-oriented.... "no we are not!...yes we are!....guys we are not having a fight it's my darn blogpost!" Le sigh.

First and foremost, tomorrow 12th February, Live Jam makes a return to Club sylk, along Kimathi Street, opposite KFC. Entrance is absolutely free and it features among others Wakake, Mathewmatix of Drumjam, Vocalani band, and Nairobeats. Please make a point of attending, you shall not be disappointed. Live Jam is brought to you by 1MUSiC.

14th Feb which happens to be that day we singles totally love sees the enthraling Nina Ogot take to the Stage at Tree House from 8pm. Entrance is also absolutely free! She'll be backed by Davie who is brother to the incomparable Isaac Mugunda, bassist to Eric Wainaina.


This boy this man also happens on the same day. at Ethiopian Dass Restaurant from 6 pm. Apparently they'll be auctioning Michelle Morgan and Bernard Ndong! Debauchery is made of this :)
Dass Ethiopian Restaurant, Westlands, 6.00 PM. Entrance is 600 bob if you're single and 1,000 shs for couples. Perfomances by Mimmo, El Poet, Nique Apollo and Tamasha beats.


15th Februray sees Phoenix theatres play host to the play Meetings, a masterpiece by John Sibi-Okumu, playwright, author, actor and many other things only legends are named. Students WITH student IDs pay 300shs only, only Youth Centric rewards you for being a student!



15th February also happens to be the day that Flying Kisses by Word Up live takes place at Ethiopian Dass Restaurant. Yours truly shall be singing, and yes I have been skipping in the house to increase my lung capacity. Who said singing was easy peasy! 

Finally, Sunday 17th February, Tree House via Limelight and Glow World presents Cupid's affair. You gotta be 18+ to access this event :)

Amd that's the week in a nutshell, have yourselves an awesome one. And finally check out this awesome vid by my gurl Sage featuring Octopizzo. Amazeballs doesn't even begin to describe this chica's dulcet tones! 




Thursday 7 February 2013

An ode to my dark places.

Before it was:
Thoughts, bombarding thoughts, 
I need to escape from the prison my mind is dragging me, 
dots, disconcerting dots, I feel like I'm dangling at the very edge of insanity, 
I refuse to indulge you, but you won't dissipate, 
you whispering you, screaming silent truths I hate. 
  
Slowly it became:
I hate. This is hate. 
I've found hate.
I'm one with hate,
I hate, I've found hate,
Someone please confiscate,
My happy thoughts and let me be with my hate.

Now it's:
Judge me, I could care less ,
I'm mad at the world, I'm steeped in darkness,
I wish you'd understand, my madness,
I'm already swayed by the sound of bitterness,
I was gonna be strong and resist this mess,
but I realized me they won't address, 
and because my issues have gotten no redress,
to my sorry state I gladly regress,

Hate hate, this is an ode to my hate, 
This is an ode to my dark places,
This is an ode to my hatred,
Hate hate, this is an ode to my hate,
This is an ode to my hatred,
This is an ode to my dark places,
 


~Kibali~

Mustard Seed

I am a mustard seed, 
I only have one need, 
plant me. 
I am a mustard seed, 
abundance lies in me thus I'm unfazed by greed 
now plant me, 





Point me in the way I should go, 
so I remain stable in life's ebb and flow, 
enable me to grow, 
or place me in broken ground fallow.
All I ask is that you honour my wishes and propel me,
 for that is the only way I'll become a tree,
 for until then I'm just a mustard seed, 
 bound to whither if my deep dark dungeon I don't find and breed. 




 ~Kibali~

Images from Google, I have included their links.