Monthly Archives: February 2014

SEASON’S GREETINGS

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SEASON’S GREETINGS

The time is ripe once again for the hopefuls to daunt the streets and brave the sun and all that comes with it. The energetic young men and women in fitting or oversized cotton, lustrous wear and any other material are yet knocking on your door to make that statement.

Whenever it comes to the second semester of the academic year, there is a way weather changes. That is when bitter criticisms of the current regime surface; much as the human being was part of it. People turn to factions and more on the road. They have an answer to every question (even if unasked). They know the broken systems right from the Vice Chancellor’s office to the latest ‘Askari’ at the UH small gate in charge of IDs.

I don’t really know the science that explains that wearing a black fitting or oversize suit earns you that reputation. I don’t know whether it makes people get high, whatever the reasons I love the experience.

If the church had the chance to sue the Political Hopefuls, there would be no better time than this. The use of the ‘Churchery’ Language of the sistren and brethren gets over used. In this time of the season, we are all brothers and sisters apart from the opponent’s camp. “oh my brother, how are you? I need your support. Your sis is coming as GRC, so please remember me.” The plea goes on and on much as you are interested or not. Before one is fully gone, the other is already on your back. They are so kind. They don’t give you room to think that a month in office, their phones will be off.

 However, the season also comes with freebies. This is the only time hugs in are in excessive supply. You get one before even asking for it. And for our Lumumba fraternity, they won’t take long before whispering into your ears, “aka-hug aka-hug.” The fun is on for those who look for it. Free tot packs to keep whistle blowers unsober, logistics- tell me one who doesn’t know the meaning of this word and I will show you someone who doesn’t belong to university.

The question of academics goes on, though silently. Chances are that all the political hopefuls shall turn out to be evening students. They endeavor to attend without fail and somehow, they get away with it. Whatever the results after our casting the vote, we look forward to a having a funfair season.

All the seasons’ greetings to you all.

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WE SURVIVED

we were accused of not being good lovers

they warned their children of us,

“Beware of them. they are robots in lovers’ ware

so we fled for our dear souls.

we knew there was a life somewhere

 

We mingled with the strong hearted

who would stand the embarrassment of our asssociation.

we worked so we could live

live- so could achieve

humbled by fate and

Strengthened by citcumstance

We hardened on imitating those of reputation

walking on the tarmac of resilience

Bowing to strife

Today, we arise in strength.

 

They address us as their sons

they never tire of presenting us with budgets and proposals.

Inviting us on lunch onsto meet their daughters.

As they whisper unto us lies

“We knew you make it someday”

“We prayed for you”

Thank God their prayers never reached

At least, we’ve walked this journey ourselves.

We were able to wipe our sweat.

And that is our God at work.

 

 

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Hovering

 

At the death of all noise of the world.

Amidst our silent whispers,

In that solitude of souls,

And you alone standing between men

When snores soar,

I pray – BE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No one knows

 

No one knows that I’m here

Apart from you.

No one knows among you about me

That this flesh is fresh no more.

That no one can see the rot under my skin

No one smells the stench of my decomposition

You think you know me

But no one knows

 

No one knows

That in the struggle to please all

I’m the unhappiest.

The toil of all my labor rests –forgotten

That all the chains of appeasement – broken

 

No one knows at all

That behind this smiling and shining face

Sits the mansion of rage, revenge and envy.

The decay and self denial of happiness

Is the red carpet I daily cement my feet on

And none of you knows.

 

I am yet to see or be told

Of a confession of an innocent one

But for me

None of you knows

It was only a temptation.

 

To try and be like others

To live and remain alive.

At the expense of life

I lost the chase

After all, no one knows

 

To live in silence is to live a life denied

One temptation can affect many

But one confession not only heals

But also saves a generation

Every word or action counts

Let the ice break.

I will speak

I will speak the words you want me to

I will sing the songs you wish

I will clap and dance but won’t rush

will I carry you

 

Not even the broken paint of your nails

Your ageing braids

Or your sadolin lips

Shall fail the eagle from soaring

 

And I will write this for you

I think of you

For you

‘I love you’

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Boardroom Gossip

“Shall we have the Finance give us his report?” called out Richard who was chairing the meeting. This was his first time sitting in this chair. He was known to be shy especially before women. This is why ‘Mzee Boss’ had chosen him.

As usual, Freda has always left us less troubled. Her presentations are the shortest; always about figures. “This week we’re able to clear off all the Customs at URA. We collected 15million from the outstanding debtors and balances…” she went on as usual. At least in one way or the other she ended up in that line. I don’t know why she even wastes time addressing all of us when only two people pay attention. She badly crammed the details of her job description that she will even ask you for the bodaboda receipt as if… At least, she has never delayed our salaries much as getting an advance is quite one hell of a thing. Next was the lousy Jerome who talks like words are expiring in the next minute.

“Ahh Gu-good morning Ladies and Gentlemen,” he stammered as he pulled up his trousers that never seem to be fitting. “Of recent, I’ve been working on a project plan that is going to take us through the next two quarters. It’s a small document…” the moment he said this, it hit me hard that we were headed for a lengthy lecture. The only time he spoke for a short time, it was half an hour. Unfortunately, all my groupies were sitting across but there was no way I could stand being dragged into this lifelong lecture without Liz and Moses on my side.

I bowed my head and reached out for the galaxy tab. I swapped away and connected with my tweeps. “Here comes the Lecturer.” Then I turned my eyes to the screen to pay attention. In a minute, a tickle in my palm drew my attention.

“@belindalove ickle in my palm drew my attention.

wayn e without Liz and Moses on my side.east,m. have you seen his trousers, its seems it’s a new pair,” replied Liz.  The poor man was laboring to explain and misinterpreted my attention on the trousers for interest in the presentation. I forged a head nod to make him happy. I couldn’t do it for long, as I needed to follow up on the conversation.

“@belindalove ickle in my palm drew my attention.

wayn e without Liz and Moses on my side.east,m.@lizlife thank God yo not next to him, you‘d be awash with saliva. Hihi”

“@belindalove ickle in my palm drew my attention.

wayn e without Liz and Moses on my side.east,m.@mozeso-ish his waterfalls can irrigate the whole Sahara within one week.”

“@mozeso-ish @lizlife just imagine a tropical forest courtesy of one man? Haha”

“@belindalove ickle in my palm drew my attention.

wayn e without Liz and Moses on my side.east,m.@lizlife can you stop laughing Mzee Boss is seeing you.’’ All of a sudden, the smile on my face faded away only at the mention of the name. Feeling guilty, I slowly raised my face towards the screen cautiously avoiding contact with the old man. My mind went back to the first time I met Mzeee Boss. It was in his office; his index finger mining gold from the grey haired nose-mine and him offering me the same hand to greet me. Half dead with this sight, I offered mine with a borrowed smile and him saying, “You’re welcome young girl.” The meeting went on without much of my response apart from the ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and may be a nod here and there.

My attention slowly turned back to the meeting with my eyes running straight to him, only to realize he was rolling a small ball from his goldmine again.   It was around this time that I realized I had been absent from the meeting for over forty minutes, twittering. I had not taken the minutes as was supposed to.

We had to write our observations which I had not, so I sought help from my tweeps.

“@mozeso-ish @lizlife someone help me with the observations from Jerome’s presentation.”

“@belindalove ickle in my palm drew my attention.

wayn e without Liz and Moses on my side.east,m.@lizlife let me tsup it to you,” replied Moses. I kept rubbing my fingers that were profusely sweating on my skirt. The legs were trembling and I didn’t know how to begin. Unlike other days when he completes ten times before he completes, Jerome was rushing to finish this time round. Hell broke loose when the loud buzz from Moses came in, “tuutu tuutu,” and Mzee Boss turned his face old face on me. Richard’s evil voice exploded in my ears, “can we get your reaction Belinda.” I looked around and all eyes were on me.

Every Tuesday evening I think of what I will present in that evil meeting that has to begin at 9:00am. I hate the meeting with such a passion that even my day of resignation shall be a Wednesday. The preparations that come with it are so demanding; wearing my heels wouldn’t be a problem but the suites and presentations are an unbearable. But now that the moment has come, I will arise to the cause.

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Battle for my soul

 

Two men have chosen to be on my neck. They tell me of the things I need to look out for. I need the future but I don’t need their sermons.

The man of God and the man of cash are fighting for my soul.

“Son, you’ve wasted your life in sin. The time shall come and your soul shall burn in everlasting fire. Save your soul and give it to your creator,” explains Man of God.

“Youngman, you need to make use of your time. You need to exploit the opportunities around you.”

“Child, associate with people who will develop you spiritually. You need to surround yourself with people who have grown in Christ.”

“In your pursuit for having a brilliant future, you need to learn from the senior citizens that have crossed the road. You need mentors who will guide you; people who have gained experiences.”

 

I have one soul that is battling to create two self seekers a place in my life. Whenever there is a debate, they look forward to hosting me. I’m told of the everlasting wealth of milk and honey, much as I take neither. He relentlessly says I should be super cautious of my only life on earth. Lest I perish.

 

His brother confirms I need to travel abroad and get the heavenly contracts. They both never tire of castigating me for fearing to take risks. The big brother says I’m demon possessed. “Son, you’ve a spirit stopping you from taking the risk. We need to bind it the name…” My ears complain of ending every sentence with the cliché.

 

Before taking in the forced sermon, his brother bumps in with citations of the well crammed quotes whose author he definitely doesn’t remember. “Winners never quit and quitters never win. Champions always pass through the furnace, it takes courage to become a winner,” he goes on and on.

 

In the fellowship of words, testimonies of making money are generously shared. They speak sweetness, selling more words than the products. The gospel of Get-rich rubbed onto the ear-walls of hungry wealth well-wishers gets innovative by day. The sermon is well packaged and resolutely spiced with all the hate words of being employed. The words our ears hear, whispering hope to the hopeless, wiring and hiring thoughts of a few. He says, “This is the business of the century where you shop till you drop. Welcome to the world summit of the future successful. This is your chance to sign up and transform your life for life. You should not live in suffering when there is a solution. Just walk up here and sign-up.”

 

Dazed and dizzy with the sermons, ‘Mr. Preacherman’ goes on to convince me of the promises awaiting me should I give my soul. He says I should “freely receive the gift of eternity.” The one to which he has never been. “This is your day, brother, to become a new creation,” he tries to convince me. “The thirst of all your worries is going to be quenched. There is a new hope and a new life. I know there is a force holding you back but defeat the devil right now. With all heads bowed, I give you this opportunity; will you make a decision to change your life today?” I stand up to go to the front but instead walk out, tired.