GANSTA LUV,

GANSTA LUV.

 

Walk with me,

A walk in the park or in the dark?

Talk with me,

Dirty, vulgar or seducing talk?

Look at me,

At your eyes, boobs, hips or pimples-oops! Dimples?

Hug me,

U serious? Utafanya jonny akasirike mbayaz.

Touch me,

Like an octopus, cactus?

Feel me,

Fill me in? with di** or fingers?

Smell the fragrance,

Jasmine, rosemary, daisy or lily?

Natasha, nivea, lulu, or lilian’s?

Kiss me,

At your lips, neck, eyes or puss?

Feel me,

Your heartbeat, adrenaline rush or if pss is wet?

Xxx me,

In the morning, day or night?

Bend me over,

On the sofa, floor, shower, or bed?

Bump me up,

Against the bedroom wall, in the lift, shower or the kitchen sink?

Make me scream,

Your name, my name, or mmnnm! Aaaaah! Oh sh**! Oh my God!?

Cum in me,

Twice, thrice, infinity? At pss or lips?

Cuddle me up,

With me hands, legs, bedsheets? What?

Feel the heat,

Ya pss heat, room temperature, or sweaty body?

Feel the love,

If its sex-good googly moogly-alright.

Bring me close

To my heart, body mind and soul?

Let me stay there

……………………………………..

 

Call me,

I have no phone.

Please call me,

Ok, I’ll try.

Message me,

Did u say I massage you?

Chat with me,

My bedroom has no chat room,

Only abc charts.

Post on my wall,

Paste your wall? Am out of crown paints.

Add me as a friend,

U sent no friend request.

At least poke me!

With a needle, dick or middle finger?

Ok, at least update your status,

Am engaged to a fuckin steamy ho.

Well you can join my group,

R u bi, lesbian or human activist?

You can like my page

I think I’ll love it, no hate it.

But you can attend my event,

Is it a xxx orgy?

(#sob!#) y do you avoid me?

Hit n run be me name

Gansta luv be name of game.

 

G, G,G, G,G,G,    G-UNOT!#

 

 

 

 

 

 

victims

 

VICTIMS.

 

We all fall victims

Victimized by our culture, passed on by our ancestors,

All through from generation to generation,

Throughout the nations,

Blinded by the culture,

Failure to search for new pastures,

Never do we listen to our pastors,

Better yet neither do our fathers,

Fuelling a cry from our mothers,

God bless their souls

B4 their voices is raptured.

 

By assimilation we were captured

Resulting to degeneration of our culture

Little do we now culture our nature,

Nurture it to maturity

But our culture is eroded when premature.

 

Through this line, verse and chapter

In your book I’ll be in the first page,

Together we will be caged

To seek and understand y the caged bird sings.

 

The caged bird, you won’t hear it stink

Your vision is blurred,

Your eardrums is ruptured,

Your nostrils clogged,

Thus, common sense is not common

Come on,

Ignorance was never the best bliss

Never the best there is

And passion of the music to you is a miss.

 

 

 

africa arise

AFRICA ARISE.

 

Africa arise

To

Our history…

Our song…

Our dance…

Our True iDENTITY.

 

The time is now,

The dream lives on

Land of diverse genes

Pride of national heritage

House of cultural heritage,

 

Let the world dance

To our song….

To our history…

With our dance…

For Africa.

 

Family of hospitality,

Clan of communism

Tribe of national pride,

Statesmen of true nationhood. 

 

 

As Africa arise

With it the beauty

Bestowed with the sunrise

Rejuvenated by the morning dew

Looked upon with the sunset.

 

Oyeh! Africa.

Oyeh! My mamaland.

 

 

they called her hip hop

hey called her HIP HOP.

 

Sometime back she was conceptualized, talked of.

Sometime back she was yearned for, waited for

Then she was born.

They called her HIP HOP;

She was knowledge in motion.

There was need for knowledge to spread to all and sundry

The knowledge was abiding,

Sacrifices had to be made,

Nothing in this world that is worth it comes on a silver platter.

 

The movement started to spread the revolutionary,

The missionaries started to spread the gospel,

Sooner than latter, the news, the revolution, the movement spread

Contagious to all, allergic to none.

Everyone gets thirsty for knowledge, the inquisitive nature of man.

 

Somewhere in the Caribbean islands,

She was the replica,

She was REGGAE, the twin siz of HIP HOP,

How cruel was the distant.

 

And so with the birth of a new generation,

A generation that saw the beginning of the 21^st century,

A generation that was born after the 2^nd world war,

A  generation so bubbly,

A generation that shaped the core of hip hop philosophy.

 

The pioneers of the generation gave the insight of knowledge in movement

A generation that was talked of as much as loathed,

A generation that saw the big picture behind the Harlem renaissance

A generation that inspired thirst for knowledge

They were the pioneers, we be copywriters.

They called her HIP HOP.

 

She smiled and other genres got envious,

They tried to cash in on her fame, popularity and more especially,

Her aphrodisiac nature.

The more they tried impersonification of her,

The more floppy, sloppy the genres sounded,

With an exception of few and none.

 

As her philosophies inspired the gurus of their times,

Their works are always artistic and literary marvels,

That only those with a kin eye get to notice the beauty,

Only a few get to notice the design of the masterpiece,

Only few understand where art and science break even;

The genius behind the inspiration.

 

She inspired the masses to read mo, learn mo and change the globe

Knowledge is never limited,

Storage space is never inadequate,

The stories are the ones in shortage.

 

She sang no doubt,

She hip hopped, she hyped, people hoped,

They popped their eyes and node they heads,

She was a true hero,

Sparkling with diamond lustre,

Bright colours hypnotize the mind,

The rainbow of her music hypnotizes the soul.

 

When she made a radio hit,

They criticized her,

When she made a hip hop classic,

No one bought the album,

But she ain’t giving up,

Her inspiration continues,

Yeah, they called her HIP HOP.

 

As the revolution gathered moss,

As the activism got webbed,

The two twins discovered their true identity,

They discovered they are resources blessed,

Blessed of all species.

 

When HIP HOP and REGGAE collided where they met the African beat,

They let out the African cry, shout, laugh, song, the cherished moments,

Thus the rebirth of DISTANT RELATIVES was born,

That was when hip hop and reggae rediscovered their roots,

When they discovered they were distant relatives

When the ashanti tom tom drums beat to the music,

When the kwaito beat in their blood,

When they danced to the string of nyatiti,

When they rose they head to the blow of vuvuzela,

When they jumped higher than ‘em morans,

When they cherished, longed for, mesmerized, got aroused,

By the heartbeat of the African beat,

When the two twins danced in rhythmic unison,

Yeah, they called her HIP HOP.

Little did they know she was REGGAE’S twin sister?

 

On and on she preached,

The strong will continue,

And if u have it in you, u got a long journey to go.

She sings of abolishing tribal war,

She sings of fostering peace, unity, blah, blah,

She warned money makes the world go round,

She tales how love maketh the world go round,

What if she ruled the world, imagine that?

Yeah,

They called her HIP HOP.

when the river overflows

WHEN THE RIVER OVERFLOWS.

 

 

When the river overflows,

It uproots everything it can from upstream

Maybe u could be among the uprooted.

 

When the river overflows,

Be sure to be near,

Because u don want to miss the scenario.

 

When the river overflows,

Sometimes it changes course,

Mmhm! Change is inevitable.

 

When the river overflows,

It’s cause springs have sprout up,

Ever tasted the ever refreshing spring waters?

 

When the river overflows,

Yeah, it floods the plains

Don say u weren’t prepared for the floods.

 

When the river overflows,

It fills it’s banks with sand,

But few get to harvest the sand.

 

When the river overflows,

Its cause it rained hard

Were you participating in the rain reigning hard?

 

When the river overflows,

It flows with  its own flow,

Y r u imitating other’s flow?

 

When the river overflows,

It stretches far and wide,

Reaching places it never reached before.

 

 

 

sensual seduction

Sensual seduction.

 

Been through plains and mountains, ridges and valleys,

 thru the world, thru forests and naked land,

boy, was I tired.

I had worked out my way,

Thru hair raising touches, soft hills known as Goosebumps,

And sometimes the earth ‘shaked’,

Ain’t talking bout an earthquake, talking of an earth quick!

Girl, had I guts!

Been thru the air, the clouds, the ozone layer, no, the stratosphere.

To say I had peered thru the planets,

The galaxy, the universal wonder,

I woun’t be lying.

To say that during my escapades, my excavations,

That I don’t know if I was rising or falling

Moving or still, light or heavy,

Nervous, anxious, ambitious, courageous, mischievous, delirious or just berserk;

That I wouldn’t know.

All I know  I had reached the spring.

So winter had gone by, I was enjoying spring,

Determined to be simmer in SUMMER,

Sometimes I wish summer woun’t be followed by autumn.

 

I stretched out and felt the music of dripplin H2O,

Crystal water dripplin down the soft slippery rocks.

I stretched out and felt the humming of the birds,

The noise of the ‘silence’. The sound of the spring.

My thirst could not withstand the scorching sun,

So I tasted the water, the first step of quenching my thirst.

Can’t tell how it tasted.

Does water have a taste?

All I know is that I was electrified, erectified.

Thus my thirst grew, no, leaped to the peak.

I had no option.

The spring was way way beyond inviting, it was vulnerable.

I dived.

The cooling water made my skin feel purple, supple,

I drank to my feel.

That’s the problem.

As much as I may want mo, can’t get mo.

Y? Cuz I fuckin drunk to my fill.

The spring got me drunk to my fill.

That’s what I hate about the cool enchanting spring waters.

As much as u refrain ya self, u r always caught up, drunk to ya fill,

Though you may thirst for mo, U’ll get mo in the next chapter.

y do you laugh?

 

Y DO YOU LAUGH?

 

I was late for the art club meeting.

Though it’s never my custom to be late,

Ah, this day I had reasons oblivious to my lateness.

On opening the door, Mary Anne was present,

She was PRESENTING A PAINTING I think,

B4, I sat down, she asked WHAT I THOUGHT OF IT.

Actually I was thinking of sitting down,

When amongst the crowd,

An imbecile provoked the stretch of my verbal diarrhoea,

By laughing hysterically at my stammering nature;

Actually I had nothing to say at the time.

 

Then I turned to the crowd, y do you laugh?

 

Y do you laugh when am trying to excavate

the effect of paint and brush forth?

When am trying to contextualized the effect of ink on paper,

To bring forth a visible colours, a ringing colours,

A chiming colours, a musical colours,

An art of colours?

 

Y do u laugh when am trying to categorize

The ingenuity of mind and spirit brings to life?

Y do you laugh when am trying to explain

The physical expression of art fuelled by emotional context?

Y do you laugh when am seeing a vision

Living a dream in ya midst?

Y do you laugh when am bombarding

The compilation of determinism and faith?

 

And yet you laugh!

 

Y do laugh when i see a phenomenal woman,

Queen africa, lioness on the rise, fire mama,

A girl, a lady, a woman, feminity propounded.

Y do you laugh when i see freedom of expression dignified?

 

Y do you laugh when i see life in life itself,

Sweet mother nature, human nature,

Living life alive live live.

Y do you laugh when i see what the mould of dust procreates,

Recreates, conserves, preserves as authored by GOD?

 

Y do you laugh when i see Harvest in crop failure,

When i see life in face of death,

When i see hope in despair,

faith in doubt, strength in power.

 

Y do yu laugh when i see music in a paint,

Hymn of a brush, rhythmic of a stretch,

Whistling of the shades, glistening of the colors.

Y do u laugh when i  feel singing, humming, buzzing,

Waltzing, going salsa, skipping, moving samba, kwaito.

Y do you laugh at a classical, metro, ghetto, capital,

Uptown, jambo, milele piece of art?

 

And lastly,

Y do u laugh…..

When u cant clap for a hot 96’ degree presentation,

Showcase of passion on art by Mary Anne?

 

By now , i was getting really techratic, superflick,

Light years with my art club members.

 

the forbidden fruit

 

 The forbidden fruit

 

Them stars were shining bright

And the moon mellow.

Was dawn of the night,

Sang by crickets cricketing,

It was a silent night, calm and bright.

Maryjane alikuwa ananizindikisha,

Our lazy rusty feet on the tarmac,

The road whispered by our sweet nothings,

The giggles.

She smiled, she giggled, she winked, her eyebrow twitched.

She curled herself, her legs twisted, i laughed!

Mary jane, “Tee, y u laughing?”

I continue laughing.

Maryjane, (really inquiring, impatient)“mbona wacheka?

Woiye, niambie tu sweety.”

Tee: “ok, sawa basi. Ever discovered what the forbidden fruit was?”

Maryjane: (giggling) “sijui, niambie.”

Tee: “for a long time, nimekuwa nikijiuliza,

which is this forbidden fruit? Lakini ni kaa saa hii nimepata jibu.”

Am searching into her eyes, she is inquiring more.

So i continue,

“how comes the forbidden fruit ilikuwa kati kati mwa shambe?

Kwa nini haingepatikana anywhere else?

How comes the forbidden fruit haikuwa na jina kama apple,ndizi….

Mary jane intersects, “”

Banana, machungwa, limau, peas, plums, blackberry

Lakini iliitwa just – the forbidden fruit?”

I notice some mischief from a corner of her lip.

I continue nonetheless,

“how comes the forbidden fruit ilikuwa tamu kuliko zote?

Eh? Kwa hivyo matunda zote tamu umekula

Hazijanusia utamu wa forbidden fruit?”

Maryjane: (giggling and pinching me softly) “me sijui, labda uniambie”

Tee: “how comes in the garden of eden,

Adam hakuwahi kula the forbidden fruit until eve akaumbwa?

Kwani, what was it about eve that alipoland in the garden of Eden,

adam alikula the forbidden fruit?

Alafu, how comes adam alikula the forbidden fruit

After eve amei-discover?

Mbona adam hakuwahi kui-discover?

Mary jane: “kwani eve alifanyia nini hiyo forbidden fruit?”

Tee: “haswa! Kwani eve alido what? Alibehave kivipi?

Kwani swahili ya eve ilikuwa aje mabo byad

hadi adam akaingia box, akala the forbidden fruit?”

mary jane:(laughing like s#*!. Having a joy of her time,

akiniambia nimechizi.) fuck! She looked lovely.

Nilijihisi ni kama nimerukia wire ya stima,

Nimehung kama some bird hivi,

Lakini no matter the voltage, it made me stronger.

Then she said it,

“ingekuwa ni mimi wewe adam,

By now ningekuwa nimeonja, nimekula ile fruit,

Saa hii niko tu katika harakati za kufurahia

flava yake vile ni tam, tam tam saaan…………..”

i never let her finish talking.

Pap! Planted a kiss on her……..

All i remember henceforth is kesho yake,

The girl ameniandalia breakfast,

Making me feel like a king, yaani MFALME.

 

need some sleep

NEED SOME  SLEEP.

 

Need some sleep, cant go on like this

Tryna counting sheep

But there’s that one I’ll always miss!

 

I toss to my right and see the the lamp,

The flower vase, the window curtains basking in the moonlight.

Then I remember her face,

 I start missing her smile in the moonlight

I try to feel her cheeks,

But only do I grasp a pillow.

 

I toss to my left, I see the telephone, alarm clock,

My rolex and the bathroom transluscent glass,

Then thoughts of her pillow talk fill my mind

I remember her sweet nothings, feel her touch,

So I try to feel the touch of her skin,

But only do I grasp cold sheets.

 

I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling

The glistening chandelier-and I see her work;

The touch of he design in the house,

Only she is not here for me to explain,

Xpress how I feel the magic of her touch.

 

Neither am I feeling hot nor cold

All I know, I gotta get to the shower.

Try scratching my back,

Only do I feel her press of sponch on my spine

I try applying soap,

But the caress of her touch slides on my skin,

Do I get outta di bathroom.

 

Grmblmbrrmbrrll, my tummy is grumbling,

Gotta head to the kitchen.

Once in kitchen, I check fridge for some left over chicken

I notice for the first time,

Its been 2 years since the photos stick on the fridge door.

Search for a pan to fry some eggs,

But all pans are dirty,

Long time indeed since she left the kitchen sparkling clean.

 

So I grab some juice and head for the living room-watch TV.

We usually had our movie time together, sited on this couch,

How cold, how discerning,

Cant watch movie alone, need someone to talk to

But she just aint around any mo.

I lay on the sofa stretching, twitching, twisting, curling,

Restless, tryna catch some sleep.

I reminisce them days when I used to come home late,

Drunk, stinking cigarettes.

She always made me sleep on the couch,

But come morning,

I get a warmth bath, heavy delicious breakfast and a

Steamy glorious morning glory;

She aint around to do that any mo,

Wish I drank a little,

wish my drinking times were times we shared together

u never know what u got till its gone

 

fuck! I cant sleep.

 

Step outside to the balcony,

Plant myself on ma fav, rocking chair and stare to the sky.

Need some sleep, cant go on like this,

Tryna counting sheep, but there’s someone I’ll always miss.

S#!*,

What if I try counting stars,

Will I get some sleep?

 

madd madd world

IT’S A MAD MADD WORLD THAT WE LIVING IN.

 

We ruin our health looking for money

Yet we end up spending the cash earned tryna regain our health.

 

Spend more time from our loved ones looking for cash to cater for them

But end up spending less n less time with or loved ones.

 

We are busy developing stories, creating stories

Rarely do we pose to enjoy, live thru the stories

Be the stories that we creating.

 

Tryna impress my gal with flashy jewelry, designer clothes, vocational trips

Material gifts,

Not realizing that my personality, my wits, guts,

was the first thing that got her attracted to me.

 

Busy poking into people’s issues,

Forgetting to remove the logs in our eyes.

 

Busy building castles in the air

Too lazy to build foundations

That will enable us to reach the castles up in the air.

 

Faithfully believing in hope,

Cuz no one wants to be labeled too lazy to hope.

 

Recursively voting for same ol’ politicians

Blinded by their bribery, manipulative techniques,

While we turn down potential leaders from within our midst,

Capable leaders at grassroots level.

 

Fashionably copywriting  foreign culture

Forgetting to copyright our own culture.

 

Blinded by philosophy of earning a living to live decently

Yet forgetting to lively live our lives, just how life supposed to be.

 

After scaling heights, corrupted by power, money, and fame

Sadly do we forget where we came from,

Philanthropy is just never in our generic code.