SANAA KING.

*************** †ribu†e ***************** Kwa mwanzo wa kila utenzi kwa maisha yako ikajipa kikomo Ulienda bila kus ema ukaacha wengi mabubu speechless Tumebaki wachafu ju ya vle ulishakick the backet Sisi na happiness tumedisconnect utadhani masocket Kwa our hearts tulikupenda ulikuwa mwalimu ulitufunza kuandika words ukatucover kama bracket Safari ya mbali ulienda haukuhitaji kuwai ticket. Tunangoja communication, yale yote uliencounter tumeweka kwa docket So Ongea unipe pace Ulinifunza kutembea alone ni race Ulisema kutembea na God ni grace No matter how tall ulisema Kulook down upon ni disgrace Talking about your position Ulisema ukienda wata kureplace But hakuna anae toshea kufunga your shoe lace Wanasema Baada ya kisa mkasa baada ya chanzo kitendo Sasa wapi taylor adesign suti nzuri utavaa. Wapi capenter ushampa market ju casket itafaa Wakija kwa mazishi waseme ulikuwa mzuri, kwa society ulifaa Kwa wanasiasa itakuwa platform na watasema vle walikufahamu Watasema vle kifo chako...

Natujenge taifa letu Usemi tumetumia lakini kwa kweli tumesahau njia za kwetu Walituchomea nyumba wakakuchomea picha wasamehe Nikiangalia my picture kwa mirror nakuona wee Ju Damu ni nzito kuliko maji lakini mwananchi we ni mzito kuliko damu Sote ni wana wa adamu ya nn kutumiwa kumwaga damu Mayouth tumetumika kuzua vita Tumetumika kuzua rabsha Tumekuwa reduced into toothpicks na vidole sharp utadhani zimefanyiwa manicure ku pick money kwa mifuko ndo wapate ya meno Nauliza utaexpect aje mayouth washine kwa kuwapaka mafuta kwa mgongo ya chupa Walipromise kazi kwa vijana later ikakuwa kazi ni kazi Lakini si heri nusu shari kuliko shari kamili Najua believes za bright future za kureform from crime itaanza siku madrug pedi watagraduate na wafanye pedicure JAH CURE Life ya mayouth iko at stake Wamekataa kuchana nywele instead wanachana miraa ati hawaezi take stake But all in all its not our fault we do it for our lives sake Tumekataliwa manyumbani, tumekuwa watoro Wanasema...

I HATE COLOR RECISM.  I see the sad color of racism not every other day But every minutes of the day I see the serious mental and physical damages That this cancer has done throughout the ages And is still doing to our beloved human beings Others treat our people like they are leftover beans On a pet's plate. Our people deserve respect Fairness, justice, acknowledgement Compassion and better treatment Our sisters are tired of being left out on the deck Our siblings are often harassed senselessly, persecuted Falsely accused and relentlessly prosecuted At one time, they were hunted by the system At other time, haunted by an organized medium Created to destroy, ravage and annihilate To ridicule, punish and discriminate I see the color of racism, when the police for no apparent reasons Stopped, frisked and handcuffed our homeless, elderlies Or our law abiding citizens, like it was open seasons To hunt for mule deers or bears, who behave like...

Pen with some small gravity i gave it Wavy and light like a candle i believe it was the only tool that will bring light to this girl.  So pen speak Tell them when poverty  left, you had to write Tell them what was left wrong is now right For the live news will one day be fact files For the great studies will be one day pact in files Am speaking for that young A girl born in the middle of nowhere A place she wouldn't want to knowhere Her life Seemed to have been prophesied with a prophet of doom She was too tired too cry. Her heart constricted painfully  She was too angry for the world and for whatever was controlling her fate Her feet always dirty, she was destinied to make wrong steps She had no future but she learnt to live for tomorrow  She wished to have heard education  For she always knew education is the Key But now the bourgeois changed the locks  Symbols of predicaments popped out of her vains She was worse than very course veins...

Mama, I call her beauty queen She shadows the moon with her smile So broad like river nile God can give me the moon and the sun, but i will still choose her She,  very strict, She made me a responsible man and taught me to be a great owner of my mistakes  She made me more of a journalist,as she taught me not to break girls but to break news. News of greatness  She, craved through dust to make me lust She has been the best experience to me, A teacher Her words that boil at 90degrees taught me how to behave along Right angles.  With her strong determination and a forever-spirit she made me live a matched life that bestowed in my eyes, The sultry gleam that separates Men from boys like bruises on peach,  she made me a man iam.  She showed me love with a single condition,A condition that was No Condition Now she Baught me a ruler always Because she always knew i will be a ruler of my own lines  Lines that would give me a transline  And i...

Alcohol changes people. They become unreservedly honest, they become exceedingly courageous and most importantly they become generous-unless you request them to buy you food of course. And so yesterday, at a time like this I was stuck with Curtis in a den somewhere in the dimly-lit outskirts of Eldoret town. We were watching Sportpesa all stars trying to avenge our years of suffering under British colonialism. Needless to say, we successfully failed. As the game raged on I was sipping religiously every twenty minutes on my Alvaro. Curtis on the other hand was imbibing endlessly on a cocktail of several drinks. By half time, he could not tell the Kenyan team from Hull city, and so he started cheering both sides. "I knew it. Ozil has disappeared again in this game." He shouted and burped loudly. A few condescending stares met him and he turned and motioned to a voluptuous waiter to pour him more alcohol. Around five minutes into the second half, two damsels walked into ...

Woman,the only tool  W-ith an O-ption of MAN From where i come from, the woman's Life is a journey of subordination  When she is young, A girl it is the father who makes a series of decions for her  From whether she will get her education to the kind of man she would marry,. For these reasons she becomes the apple of her fathers eye.  Woman,a tool that never seizes to grow For she graduates to an apple tree when she gains the apparently 7+1 figure.  Because she, now becomes the apple of many mens eyes.  Woman, a tool that withholds SELF Esteem Men will split hatred over their name Men will say the wildest thing to fit their imaginations,but still woman remains to be themselves.  Woman, a tool tht is able to carry an upgrading wheight for nine months;enduring A tool that carries all the CAREER PERSONALITIES in their womb.  Woman, The only device that uses advice and a slipper to shape morals of her kids.  This day is for THA...

My phone works in mysterious ways when I go to my village where there is no electricity. When its battery is at 100%, no one texts me. Not even people I owe money. And so I spend all day just curing cancer through Facebook likes and reading forwarded messages from my uncle. Many a times I think my relationship problems might be caused by that text message that I failed to forward to eight people in eight minutes back in December last year. I only forwarded it back to my uncle who had sent it. But as soon as the charge gets to 20% Boom! still no one texts me. maybe I could be overreacting. Or maybe all my friends are in prison. perhaps they got incarcerated and had their phones confiscated summarily. But just when my phone is about to go off, at 2%, and the screen light has become so dim I have to squint and narrow my eyes to see anything, I will realize I have five missed calls from my crush and a short text urging me to pick up the call. I will also get two apologies from my ex,...

 You walk into a public toilet eager to take a proper shit. The urge is so intense you have to clench you8r buttocks and take baby steps. And when you want to lock the door and enjoy this noble business peacefully, you realize that the door knob is nowhere to be seen. And the distance between the door and the toilet bowl is like 100 metres. And so you have to have to choose a temporary career here. 1. ENGINEER You will check in your pockets for a forgotten piece of paper. If you find it, you will fold it into two, then into four. You will then hold the now thick folded paper against the door frame and slowly close the door over the paper to trap it between the door frame and the door. You will then pull lightly on the door to ensure it will not give way easily before you travel the 100 metres to the toilet bowl to enjoy a blissful shit. 2. ATHLETES  You will delicately close the door as far as it can possibly go. Then they will cautiously trudge to the toilet seat with f...