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HE IS NOT YOURS


Either of us can have him

He likes variety my dear

A well cooked meal

Though he stands your fast food tendencies

He is not stingy – just learn how to ask

Pamper him with encouragement

Admire him constantly, privately & publicly

He is genuine and true like Tuskys

Each side we have of him is unique

Let’s partner to make him even greater

Only then can he afford our combined asks

Carry your weight girl-surprise best gifts

Support his career & business

Don’t just consume what we created

I like how he coins names to call us

Yours is as different & meaning as mine

He is not ordinary – I wouldn’t have known

Had you not broken him in a surly wig

Waah!He buys you airtickets? I will take the bus

Come on, you found me here

Leave your pretense at the makeup table

I will not let you spoil the masterpiece

If you cannot enhance him-girl bounce

He will find another willing & bidding

After I nurse him with chocolate love

Silky nights and starry adventures

You are confused

To think your “nini” will keep him

A man feeds not only bread mami

Build him with words & treats

Be firm but not harsh

Whenever you deny him he will run to me

That is the beginning of your loss baby

He is not yours

Either of us can have him

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SHE IS NOT YOURS


Neither is she mine

You see she yearns for new

She likes exotic things

Her simplicity is like Nakumatt

Aaaa you think I would not buy her things?

Please be advised, we dined and wined

Almost everyday she gave consent

She is generous you see

Frugal with passionate abandon

Don’t fight me

Let’s keep our lanes

You pay for what she wants

I will consent to what she asks of me

Sometimes I may choose pick a part of the ask

Ati Darling? She called me similar names

You were introduced to her family?

Brother, I almost paid “tsingombe”

Love to her is a mirage

She is broken and in rage

She will toy with your heart

Her tuning is so avid

That no beep will be mild

In want of fun or demand

Your tiding will be bid low

Bare minimum she will call it

Don’t run-she will run over you

You will be left stranded

High in love and low in confidence

Enjoy while it lasts-hold nothing

Expect no return

Just like ice cream lick to the last drop

Then when it runs out

Go out find another

She is not yours brother

Neither is she mine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is true


Mama, Papa It is True

He seduced me with sweet lines

He took me to new places

Whatever he did seemed fun

He bought me things

Which melted my heart

Yes, I allowed him to touch me

I did not mind when he went too far

True, I accepted the gifts – drinks too

 

Mama, she lured me with beauty

Good looks and her smile mum

Radiated a strong attraction

Beyond the greetings, we hugged

She embraced engagingly

A hug was never enough

Yes, we did things Mama

 

You are the best Papa

He cannot come close

Though he tried – even dressed like you

He has a big car and a cosy apartment

I know dad but he was too sweet

I saw promise and grace in him

 

Imagine she cooks Mama

Not like you but other delicacies

I mean she is capable, very charming

Ofcourse nothing like you Mama

She got skills to, you see she…

Called me in a tone like no other

Her hands dripped of honey tingles

As she swayed I pulsated in admiration

 

She lit my heart with joy Mama

He used me in everyway then left

She went for another with a bigger car

I did not know he would fall for another

All alone I know now

You were right, I should be more careful

Yes Mama, Papa this is true

Vexatiously the stereotype


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There is art and there is science. There is religion and then there is the occult. We have the clever foolish and the stupid treacherous kind. The world as is has given us views of scenery, aesthetic beautiful nature and the absurd even weird (in our biased reasoning). Then there is the plain – true, pure, unadulterated and serene. The approach that we gain over the years given our history and culture, shapes our outlook. We are stitched by threads picked from old, new, rich, poor and annoyingly but creative tones. We are walking montages and present a collage in all we do. We even sometimes portray split characters as situations arise. “Wow! Isn’t she an adorable drummer?” we quip and all along we never knew this as we only saw her as the startup entrepreneur.

The potential within is amazing and unique. It is regrettable that we only live to scratch but the surface of our gifts and talents. The possibilities that lay untapped are annoyingly loud masterpieces that remain silent yet an applause await them. How sarcastic it is to expect the best in people but we are never willing to encourage their feeble start. Albert Einstein was a struggling student. Richard Branson is dyslexic. Jackie Chan struggles with English. Arnold Schwarzenegger was a struggling bodybuilder with small calves. The list of poor starters is as wide as all seas combined and as deep as space. But the progress and finish of many poor starters is astoundingly marvelous. Come out all ye that itch with gifts and talents. Push and assert yourselves!

Fall ye not in the trap of cheap mockery or the disillusionment of self pity. Many overcome barriers and limitations beyond our imaginations. Julius Yego – with no trainer and improvised equipment trained for the Olympics in a village and country that knew nothing about Javelin. Even now my guess is that there are none if any Javelin expert in Kenya!

It is easy to watch from a distance and critic. It is another thing to be blind to the now and focus on the possible future of success and great achievement. Pursue your dreams! Commit and work on it until aches cheer you on! Athletes push themselves harder than their targets. When I was training for the half marathon my coach shocked me to set the target at 40kms. I remember how difficult it was to even do the 21kms when we started. But after painfully pushing my limits I could muster 21kms in 2hrs. Looking back when we started and all I could do (since my waistline was 42inches then) was run for five minutes walk for three minutes. Today I can comfortably run for two hours with very few slow paces in between.

When the target is higher than the focus then all else becomes a breeze. I like what the sub-marine inventors Cornelis Jacobszoon Drebbel (Dutch) and John Philip Holland (Irish) believed and did the unorthodox. In 1620 the late Engineer Drebbel sketches his first sub marine – remember ships had not been storm proofed as today. It must have been ridiculous to onlookers. I can imagine the debacle and damning findings the sprocket of engineers had to dispute the viability of Drebbel’s venture. But he did make the first sub marine vessel. Advancing on this the late John Phillip Holland a ship builder in 1878 designed and fabricated a big submarine and it passed depths unimaginable before. His type 6 design after many years (1880-1900s) of struggle and lobbying was finally accepted by the US Navy and named “Uncle Sam’s Devil of the Deep”. Look beyond the common, push your dream farther than your energy and you will soar in the clouds of greatness with the eagles of achievement.

Type 1 Sub Design by Holland

Love is the greatest victim of stereotypes. We get in with full abandon then as the swimming gets rigorous we wade to the shallow end. Where our feet are on the pool floor and we can scamper to safety at the slightest alarm. Many want the benefits but are not willing to build the production units that generate them. Build each other up – support his/her ambitions, buy in their toil, like the coach train them into champions. It may mean a push here, a shove there but more encouraging and cajoling gets the job done. I like a female athlete from Kenya whose husband is the coach – I can only imagine the orgasm levels when “they” win as they have so many races!

The society we live in has too many of us that get carried away by mob psychology. We fall into the trap of negative peer pressure and stereotype labels. “Girls are not loyal”; “all men are players”; “there is no honest Kikuyu”; “Luos are lazy”; “Kambas are sly”; “Luhyas are gluttons” among many others. When we are captured in these innuendos we set ourselves into the respite and slavery of mediocrity. Unfortunately, we live up to these stereotypes with chagrin in our secret lives and when politicking. Father in heaven, save us from ourselves – we have sinned and we require mercy and grace more so in the renewal of our minds. We need the divine perspective of unity in purpose. To operate in interdependent harmony as designed by you and as witnessed in all nature. Do not tire on me my love – with you we can do all things and win many races in life. I am sorry for the slow start, mistakes and the losses in between. I love you!!

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Squeaky Clean


Stories are told of old – stories of love, romance and their estrangement. In the court of love, nothing is fair, nothing is trivial and yet everything should be looked at in respect to both parties. The suitor proposes, the betrothed can initially accept only to be swayed by other trappings on the sides. Love is unique and weird at the same time. How do you explain loving someone that you would die for them? Self preservation is the ultimate promise any human being holds. This denotes our DNA.

We do it subconsciously – we lie to save our skin, we choose the best and leave the rest for others, we pray for blessing for ourselves for hours on end yet mumble a line or two for others. We do this to protect ourselves. The selfish motive is to make sure we insulate ourselves against hurt. We get caught up – we set ourselves up in the wake of love. We ignite the fires and it is called upon us to keep the flame alive.

We outdo ourselves in the language of love. We present flowers, chocolates among other gifts even poetry.Unfortunately many leave “the chase” as their love is accepted and matures. I believe “the chase” as it is popularly known can be reinvented to create that challenge required to keep the fire burning. In this I submit to you that both parties require to work in the chase – dress the part, talk the part, walk the part, faith the part and even pray the part. There is an illusion that the man in the relationship should be the one to “chase”. I beg to differ and say it is symbiotic -the roles of give or take are exchangeably reversed for every scenario.

There is no perfection in any human being but we pursue it and progress.   We sharpen one another and together it has been proved a lot more can be achieved. It can never be clean but we can achieve squeaky clean status when we both exert ourselves.

 

Weak at the knees


There is a feeling that weakens the knees, melts courage and blinds any other focus. I am convinced this intense feeling is the key to bravery and hope. What a paradox that which makes you weak into fondness builds up hope, confidence and courage. Then all of over sudden in the blindness of your feelings you move to convince all and sundry that you found the one!

Many days ago (probably a year has passed) a friend of mine posted on his Facebook page that he had met and fallen in love with one cute girl. In my culture you never take hear say as the truth until such is presented to you first hand; therefore I did not make much out of it but to “like” the status and left it at that.

Any good meal starts from the farm and the nurture of all other ingredients – we watched in silence as we learnt of increased mentions of dates, our friend became “friendly” scarce but this is the natural process of breaking out and cleaving as the scripture advises. We cheered from afar and prayed in goodwill for their well being. It therefore was a joy when the dates turned into court! By the very act of proposing in his romantic scheme on her birthday with a ring to boot. A few weeks later we were invited for the dowry negotiations and plans to travel out of town and witness fell into shape.

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The drive to Voi early morning of 29TH April 2017 was tranquil as the road led us through the fascinating plains of Lukenya, Savannah country of Kibwezi through Tsavo and the rich majestic hills of Taita. A stopover in Voi town to consolidate and team up with our friend’s family was done before we set off for Mwatate. The winding road up the Mgange hill was enchanting. The sobering height elevation and picturesque sights were just divine. The scenery of plush green with dotted trees and canopies was orgasmic to our eyes and spirit. As nature led us to the peak and the climax where clouds kiss the earth as fog and soft showers teased us. It was a glory sight that afternoon to almost be one with nature.

The journey led us to a homely village perched on the hillside almost at the top and to a rapturous welcome of Taita song & dance. The pretty dressed up ladies ululated and harmoniously belted out tunes that could arouse love from deep within!

From the introduction to the negotiations (which were successful glory to God) and the ultimate dance and see off ceremony – we witnessed culture with it’s goodwill and a people proud of their roots. As we set off in the dark, our hearts were at peace and our spirits excited in the flame of love. We had won even though it was only our friend who was “weak in the knees”  and had come out to rally a whole convoy of over 16 vehicles, numerous relatives and over 50 friends to take him to his in-laws. This proves that love is no weakness nor blindness; it is fortitude, gratitude and appreciation. Love definitely conquers all – the long winding road, the plains, the Savannah, the hills, the rain, the community (of family, friends even foes) and “the one”.

As we sat down to reflect the day at Voi Wildlife Lodge the following morning, we were in awe and yes the tone for more fulfilling journeys of love was reinstated.

Gifts & Super Gifts


The social media scene in Kenya and beyond was awakened on late Saturday by the flamboyant gift one husband  received from his wife of one year business woman Laura Akunga.Laura Akunga

 

 

 

 

 

 

The photo of the said gift had a price tag for a caption and surprisingly the censoring of the number plate did not hinder leakage of the actual details.Lauras Gift

 

 

 

 

This is no ordinary gift within the majority of Kenyans but it is also not an extra-ordinary gift when one loves or for the romantic at heart. In history we have countless romantics and lovers that gave body organs, built world wonders, exquisite, bizarre ,expensive gifts even to the point of death. Shakespeare quips in his love story Romeo & JulietMy bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite

The Bible recounts in Songs of Solomon vii: vi

“…for love is strong as death,
    jealousy[a] is fierce as the grave.[b]
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
    the very flame of the Lord.
Many waters cannot quench love,
    neither can floods drown it…

That is why philosophy embodies the words  “In love & in war all is fair“. There are those that cannot imagine a scenario where they can gift anyone high value things. Then there are those that can cross valleys, rivers, mountains and rivers as R.Kelly lyrics in his song Angel for the one they love. No value is big enough to express ourselves in love.

The story of the Taj Mahal is a story of one emperor who built it to show his love.

Taj Mahal

The Hanging Gardens was also a symbol and gift of love.

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Governments and countries resources of old and to come have been run-down on loves account. Where leaders wanted to make statements of love to their lovers. In this case Laura needs to be allowed to do as she pleases for her love. She needs to be spared the vitriol in social media for she has used what is at her disposal to honour her man in her fashion. Rev. Lukas Njenga once advised me that a person shares his love language – the most important thing is to align your showcase with the other person’s love language. There are ladies who cherish flowers as gifts. There are those that would not hear any of it. There are those that cherish cows and many other different things. So he went on to say – our expressions of love need to be in line with the person’s love language to be fully appreciated and connect.

Have we had Laura’s husband complain that the gift is not his love language? No. Even if he differed the way is was offered with cameras in the glare and friends to boot – no man worthy his salt can raise a complain then. And now that everyone knows the color of the vehicle gift and number plate – he might not be comfortable using it lest it be branded ” Laura’s gift car” whenever it drives past onlookers.

I am sure he has offered his fair share of quality gifts  to Laura. If we will ever come to know of the details that is another story. He may not be as “showy” as Laura. For she is a strong brand and nothing from her is short of a script and camera. As a branding entrepreneur we have to give it upto her. She waltz into news, rumours and dances her way into headlines. Remember she chose to wed the man on valentines day – 14TH February 2014. And her wedding was nothing short of a celebrity affair. I was privileged to make the invite list and to say the least it was charming.

Salute to Laura’s bold love statement – cheers to the many lovers who have given good gifts and super gifts. Big-up to “sponsors” (my friend Victor Ogolah and Spencer Okach introduced me to this word) who repeatedly give Demios, Vitz and other good tiny cars among other gifts to the “sponsees”.

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