Kuoga ni tabu

Maji nitayateka
Karaini nitayaweka
Kabla mwilini kuyaweka
Naanza kutetemeka
Baridi inaniteka
Viguzibampu vinazukaa
Mguu niponye natoka
Chumbani najipata

Kula ni lazima
Kunywa ni lazima
Kuoga si lazima
Na kama ni lazima
wanipe pesa ndoo nzima
Eti niende oga ndoo nzima
Akili yangu Ni nzima
Siezi oga maji ndoo nzima

Kuoga sasa Ni tabu
Mpaka upige mahesabu
Ukijiogea bila hesabu
Baridi itakuadhibu
Nifanyeje kina babu
Naomba niipewe jibu

Sijawasikiani mababu
Mii nataka wasia
Kwani kuoga mi nasusia
Sitaoga hata na wasia
Asante kwa kutonipa jibu
Sasa nafurahia
Sitaoga bila aibu
Kwani kuoga Ni tabu
Mpaka nipige mahesabu

She is gifted.

She was on stage that day singing a song.
Her voice.... what word should I describe her voice. I can't make a choice to find the perfect word to describe her voice.

It's hard, soo hard to describe her voice. Very hard indeed.

Then she started.
The song. The song made me feel a feeling deep. Wah!!!!  She sings.

One word I can say is that she is amazing.
Her name is Clara... I call her Whitney.

She is gifted.
Clara
Her voice!!!

Crushed by sense not in the mind.

The sense in my mind is so sensitive. It is so sensitive that I can't sense if I talk sense or nonsense. The sense I have can't even differentiate if am in pretence or am being realistic. The reality still stays that I can't tell whether am talking sense or nonsense.

Sometimes I wish I was olderer. Ask me why. I just don't wish to be younger. I look around and feel depressed. Pure intense. Nothing close to pretence. Older I wish I am because all around I see the difference between me and them.
Look at them, the people around.
I can't even walk about nor talk about anything that I feel.
I feel a feeling in me that is so complicated.

Why do I like them; the older. Yet am so young. My body looks big but the class am in suggests otherwise. Am not wise enough to sit down feel the feeling in me.

Killing me slowly like poison in thee food that I eat daily.
That's how the feeling feels.
It feels so intence.

That's how I feel about her. My crush has crushed my heart for she is older I am younger. Vision drawsy I can't see anything. I see myself with nothing in my mind but thee thought of her.
Her touch, is like when you get a soft touch from a baby. Her lips... wow so pink like the pink berry. I wonder how the taste I bet they taste better than chocolate. My wish is that I may taste them one day.
But they say wishes are not horses, and if wishes were horses then I would ride them.
I have wishes. My greatest wish being held by her in my arm and telling me that she loves me too.

I just wish but then the girl of my admiration is older I am younger. That makes the difference. The code says that a man should be older and a girl younger. I am limited to go beyond the road. My road of success would end the day she looks at my eye and say I love you too.

I am young and in love with a lady older than me.
Am just in love with the wrong person. 

Hard to explain

I have a feeling
That deep feeling
Thee feeling in me 
That's hard to explain
For I can't explain if it's pain
Or more of unresolved pain

I can't explain it
For Thee explanation in it
Is so so hard to explain
will i gain
Or shall I remain in pain

This is pure pain....
The feeling in me is pain..
So hard to explain

Skuile racism itaisha

Nilini ubaguzi utaisha....angalia yo maisha, kila tym wao hututisha...
Tunaamka Saa Tisa, tukienda waks tukidhani ubaguzi utaisha....

Ceo alisema hatakimya...
Mi najoin the movement nikisema sitanyamaza... juu si Ndo Unchained voices tutaongea juu wanatutupa ka takataka mpaka Hatujui mpaka kati yao na sisi..wao Ni Mafisi, maibilisi wasiojali tunayoyahisi, nani atakua fundi nani atakua mhandisi,maana Mi ndo kasisi. Napreach 2nayo yahisi
Hii ndo hali halisi mtimani nayohisi
Huu ni mpaka kati ya panya na paka...
Mapaka shume wanatupaka paka maongo kwa uso wakidhani wataziba hii kiraka.....haraka haraka Haina baraka lakini Niko na haraka ya kutaka change juu hiyo ndo the only baraka.... Barack Obama alikua baraka lakini sioni hio baraka juuu wanatudharau si wanyonge.... wacha tubonge ukweli, the Common reality Ni kua hii reality ya racism haitaisha...
Itaisha skuile white cars  hazitatumia black tires
Itaisha ile siku watu wakiacha kuosha nguo za white first na black mwisho
Itaisha skuile watu wataacha kuvaa white kwa wedding na black kwa funeral
Itaisha skuile black itastop kua symbol ya failure na horror na white kua symbol ya peace
Itaisha skuile nitawin pool table kila white ball kwa table
Itaisha skuile tukiacha kuitwa black na hao white
Itaisha skuile tutajua the only race ni nationalism

Skuile racism itaisha

Today

I sit on a corner
With a bright sight
But then I see people blinded
Blinded by Thee leaders
Leaders who keep on their lie
I can't lie on my bed
I cant lie to you my friend
I can't lie that I can't lie on my own bed coz they lie
I can't lie to you my friend
That the leaders lie
Why lie that the leaders don't lie?
Do you want to cry,
Because you realise that the leaders lie?
Don't cry?

Because I hate them

I hated them yesterday
I hate them today
And the day after today
For what what they said yesterday
What they said about today 
Is not what they do today

Today according to them

Today was going to be amazing
Today was going to be better

But look at today

Do you see any better?
Just look at today!!!

Not that am a hater
But I want to see a better today

For each and everyday
We see nothing
They promised Today

Today with jobs for the youth
Today with roads tarmaced
Today with a better economy
Today were Thee hungry get food
Today were the sick are treated free
Today were the pregnant mother's are taken care of
Today were street children are taken care of
Today were orphans get parents in orphanages
Today were our father's get better salary

But

Look at today

Were the youth stay jobless
Their only job is to look for a job
Were the roads are not tarmaced
Yet their path ways are tarmaced
Were the economy is getting poorer and poorer day by day
A fifty shilling not lasting a meal
Were the hungry stay hungry day by day
Yet they feed a fifty thousand meal per meal, is this real?
Were the sick stay in hospitals without treatment
yet they treat themselves by giving themselves luxury
Were the pregnant women have no one to take care of them
Yet their pregnant stomachs are well taken care of by the food they eat
Were street children are left on the street
With nothing to feed on
Yet their children don't know even our own streets
Were orphans have no one
No one to make them feel life
Look at today were our father's strike
Crying out haki yetu on the street
Seeking salary incrimate
Yet Thee leaders don't go to the streets
But in a word they increase their own salary

That is our today

Will today ever change
We want a better today
The today that they promised

For if they don't give us today
Forever they will be our foes

We will change them
For they promised change
Yet they don't offer change
If they don't bring change
We will change

Those who promised change

For a better today

Today