Tuesday, December 27, 2011


With her elegance style and physique,
Vocals, pitch in her music
,At a very tender age,
Many believed she would rock any stage,
As the years went by,
Her value went high,
Still beautiful charismatic and fly,
But naive,gullible and shy,
Soon she was played in every radio, TV and VCR,
Breathtaking, men needed CPR,
Driven in every flashy car, a NAIROBI STAR, was BORN in this NATION with her STANDARD,
Front page in every NAIROBI STAR, NATION and the STANDARD,
Was yet to be seen,Leonardo Da'Vinci wouldnt have painted a better scene,
A worldwide sensation,Every man's temptation,With no hesitation,She was in every global station,
From KTN,NTV to MTV,Every award's MVP,With the 'ENVY ME' attitude showing vividly,
She chose to relocate to the U.S where you face and you grace the ugly stardom mess,and the stubborness of the price of fame,
She then met him,And he met her,And they made abond greater than even chemistry could explain,
He made her quit drinking and smoking crack cocaine,
Which then,numbed her pain,Later,
He started to colonize her brain like most men love to,
And,She started to hesitate making love to,Him,And so he would come back to the apartment when it is too late,And she would always consider to let,him go!!He was irritated about very small things,Like She didnt respond well to PDA,
soon he switched to the GPS on his PDA,Too find a way out of it,
they broke up,For she thought he only had his eyes on her thighs,fantasized on her prize, cries from her soul,
he knew he left a catch with talent,
For she painted pictures clearer than what barrimore and nancy drew,
he knew few,Like her, would ever chew,His stress again!!!!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

STREET 16 POETRY (Language of the Streets)

The Eagle has landed :-
This is a Poetry Musical show: That will be featuring:


* Namatsi Lukoye
* Amare Poeta
* Carol Njenga
* Abu sense
* El poet
* Teardrops

Amongst amazing underground musicians

* Viv Wambui
* Bedslum
* Luki
* Raggz

Who have prepared an amazing poetry/musical play that incorporates stories taken from, 'Stage ya street 16!!!'

Being the first of its kind and of a series of many.... We are ready to give you the best we can give!!!

Damage is only 250/-

We have fused all this artistic elements to one form. Poets will Converse in poetry verses to pass the multiple   themes and storytelling that will be displayed.

Thursday, December 1, 2011


She was lying there expecting me,
to do something,
She, knew I was salivating!!
Those thighs were luscious,engraved
with alluring skin that could tempt Zeus up Olympus,coming
lightning bolts,screaming 'I want a piece of that'
Just like I wanted a piece of it,
Her breasts partially exposed to the noon day sun that soared high above, directing the rays through the window,
Laminating that specially crafted naked body lying below me,
Still not taking my eyes of those exposed thighs and I,
listened to the cries inside,
screaming out the 'why's
n 'how's n flies
in my stomach restless but in truth I
knew not where to start, How to part, those legs, I
just knew that she had a body that could be turning on Kenya n she is not n.t.v,
And at that time she was there naked with me,
And this is the part that you all envy me, Coz I was her MVP
that afternoon, I was hungry as hell, N all I could spell well, well it was her name,
she rose to fame in my head and the same letters echoed n it said H....E.....N Her name, perfect, the best three letter word, of my life!! If I could spare her that day, I would have had her as my wife, But unfortunately I was way too hungry so I ripped every joint that attached that marvelous creature together and swallowed her visciously, Galitos, that was the best n sexiest bloody delicious hen I've had in my life.....Thank you!!!

Thursday, November 24, 2011

These Demons

He said how,.
Its unfair
How our fair share of thought is impaired when we lack child care, health care, compared to elsewhere relishing luxury and and vanity fares, I swear kneeling down for the Loads Prayer,
Coz that is the only thing in African Countries thats laissez faire,
So when you find yourself lonely your still alive,
Because life is the only reality game you play alone like solitaire.
Its only fair, when you try and square, your monthly share of the Nations income and find you need to start those morning prayers youve always procrastinated.

So please dont "whine" like fermented grapes,

Just stick your goals like adhesive tapes,
For this world is filled with aggressive apes,
Where oil and riches will get you killed if you follow Ghadafi's steps,
Yet you still complain that your neighbour bought a new harrier,hurry up and open your eyes to Syrian revolution,
Where when the country gets all the arsenal and rebels,
Western countries steal all the oil and labels,titles,honour. Its not a battle for democracy and conflicting ideologies,
But a battle of bureaucracy wealth making chronologies,

Lets turn back to God to exorcise these demons,in these prisons,

Lets pray,
Pardon us Lord,but this demon runs these
shackles of the pain of poverty,
He corrupts our sanity!
We prosper in his evil dominion,
as we all communicate with each
other's facade opinions!
A world in distortions,
a world in an era of terror,war and
legalized abortion!
A world with atheist sheikhs and
a world where half naked men and
women pass us, and curse as it nourishes,
A world where,in dark
corners,prostitution flourishes,
  infidelity on our faces like freckles and
ugly blemishes, domestic skirmishes languishes opportunity doors,
Insecurity flows,where indemnity knows,you cant be compensated for stupidity blows.

We live in such a world.

a world threatened by heavy artillery
and global warming,
insecurity sleeps and wakes up with us
every morning!
Our country cautious and alert cause of Alshabab bombings!
A world wounded by the blades of
concrete reality,so logically,those hurt are
the innocent beings hopeful of
Travelling across dilapidated roads,
socializing with repremanded souls!
Sometimes I just feel like slicing  my waist into half so that like literature collumns,
I dont know where to place my Semi-COLON,
For when we reach this point of no return,
Where we lose our greedy brothers and sister looting oil near explosive tanks,
Errosive plans, when bosses sexually abuse their interns in turns,
When people go blind coz of yokozuna drinks sold in these grey cans,
Hey man,be thankful when you "shade" designer tears coz of these sun "ray bans",

Let's work hard and not dally,

And avoid getting mugged in these street alleys,
Sleep early,and wake to this steep valley, ship's galley, street rally, when people compete on race colour and status,
Instead of self drive apparatus,

So for all these pain that we endure,

We sit and mourn for the late wangari maathai,
For all the pain the Israelites ensure,
On the weak palestines,ill ensure to blatantly address even in my love poems.
Humanity is humanity's worst enemy.
We hunt ourselves, the only way to a peaceful world is if we all turn to God.

Now,i just died in your arms tonight,

Took the stab to the gut without a fight,
So I lose my sense of sight despite,
It being,
Something you said.
I just died in your arms tonight.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

In My Dreams, I Vent

In my dreams I write,with this ink I apply,
I write, so I there by, release my thoughts and try, to reach for the stars but I keep forgetting that like any other,i cant fly,
I am like the Hessian fly that damaged the Shepherds pie when people turned a blind eye,
And I cant understand why people celebrate dates like 1st of June and Fourth of July when were all colonized by our conflicting ideologies.
I wish I could pick Icarus's wings and glide past human hatred to a new time dimension,
Where if its peace I mention,i get nods and not this unease and tensions,
And the Chinese mentioned,
Its better to light a candle than curse the darkness,
But witty sayings prove nothing,
If only drugs instead of blood flow your stream,
Veins the size of ropes show your dreams,
Heart beating slow you seem, to pass out,yet you claim your sober,
Please brother I dont need any Kenyan newspaper to check your pulse,

These dreams haunt me,
I dream negatively, in my dreams,i sail beneath the dark
streets of Gotham, my safety lying on
the back of a bat. Sheding burning tears
of a world in a mist of devastation,
where the only hope to a new revolution
is losing brothers and sisters to
stampedes and stray bullets in mass
action protests, we protest to protect
our rights only when we feel right and
so, we get pinned like flyers on boards,
but i chose to smile because the joker in
these dark nights urges me to smile, to
keep smiling.comes to me in revelations
asking, ''WHY SO SERIOUS?'' for only the
ones with humility smile at dire
guns,thuggery,corruption,insanity and
higher crimes,inspire rhymes,entire
rhymes that touch our heart and soul,
Yet you speak to me of a revolution
when our struggle doesnt even touch
your heart and soul,when your heart
and sole purpose of leading us is
power?well, mr.politician, the
hour of change to wipe you out of that
tower has come,the skies are finally
gathering in unison upon you and we expect them
to shower drops of burning fluids to
wash all the
blood,filth,corruption, lies,infedility,cruelty,deception
and all the vices from your skin...
In my dreams I vent, in pain.
Pain feels,what pain fills in us,pain heals
what pain seals in us,
pain steals,what pain drills in us,
pain deals with what pain feels,and
pain is us!

Alas!the brittle glass cuts through soils and spoils of war,
Body recoils and toils in low,
Hums and measured breaths,i dream-
My pen bleeding on this empty desperate
like my veins were slit for it,
my tongue vibrating on this empty
desperate stage,
creating this mental invincible
connection with it, so....
I pray not to wake up...lets dream.
But in my dreams, I vent.

A Poem From A Ghetto Dream

A poem from a Ghetto Dream

She held her plate and said,
I want more, more love so,
I heal this wounds that have become sore,
She rested her palms together and said,
I implore,
You to keep me indoors,
For the streets outside are not like before,
You find bhang instead of bread in stores,
Young boys in saggy jeans, shiny rims, massive timbs, and big white t-shirts to hide sharp blades, and hard drugs,
On the other side rests jobless boys sniffing gums as steam,
with pennyless dreams,
Planning merciless schemes,
So as to feed their kids,

Young girls from college, pregnant,
Ready to give head to be ahead of the interview queue,
Inner feuds, few,
Political feuds, If you asked me to spell leadership mediocracy i would spell L.E.A.r.....No, i would abbreviate them to ODM,PNU....
Shame on you, for your fraudulent schemes, and promising political rallies,
Yet you still leave only dust behind for your masses like safari rallies!!
We wake up early, to work harder and make money faster than the escalating food prices,
How do you care when your making millions while a loaf of bread is growing to be of higher monetary value than the street child sniffing gum to numb the drought struck worn out, ulcer infected lining of his stomach, filled with saliva because that is the only thing he has been taking for the last three weeks!!

The mother said come, my child,
She said i cannot go outside mum, its wild,
The streets are filled with rape,thuggery and drug dealing,
Of insecurity, blood and cold killing,
Id rather kneal down, look up and pray to this ceiling,
To open up so that God sees the pain that im feeling,
Because i cant forget when they tied my hands, opened my thighs and tore me apart,

Listen God can see through this ceiling,Myth,
He knows the pain that your dealing,
Pray to him, and he will make all hope lateral,but,
Trade in your fears as collateral,
Live your life as if it was heaven,
So that you die another day like double O seven!

I am a Young Somali Boy Birthed by Kenyan Soil,

I speak for the voices forgotten,
Hence my voice is outspoken for you who is silent is a better poet!!
I speak for the millions of people locked up in demonic rhythms,
Satanic shackles hugging them, kissing them,giving them a torturous love, freeing them with blazing wings of a monstrous dove,
I speak for the soldiers dead in palestine,wrapping defused bombs with plastercene,plaster seen in torn legs of children shot by izraeli soldiers trying to cast a scene, after scenes of the world, mastered sins when physicists squeeze out explosives instead of oil from caster seeds,when you must agree to your masters greed, even when your told to shoot an innocent three year old!!!
A classic tell of a soldier following orders??

Didnt you know that we are all soldiers!????
Even that boy dying with hunger in the arid areas of turkana is a soldier,
Infact he has been a better soldier all his life fighting a holocaust,
Of pain and hunger, of extremely hot days and freezing nights of eating grass and salty pebbles, of fighting land grabs and raiding rebels, of handling levels and verges of temporary insanity, he has been fighting a war where majority of what you call the human race where everyone wanting to be 1st not caring who you stepped on to get there!!
I DARE you to speak with me, to work hard to end destruction and corruption, to chant spiritual african songs and embrace our ethnicity, and not to emulate others!!!
To stop and listen, to the pharaohs ghost screams, yelling God is out there, for you, for me, for all of us!!!
He is the spaces between this poem from a ghetto dream!!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


I am an emotional retard,
And poetry is boring,
I am a writers bleeding soul,
A character of modern day pornography,
And life is wearing the rubber,
I am a poets last tear,
And a killers masked fear,
I am Akil, son to the sun, formed at the climax of perverted pleasures,
They say only after disaster can we be resurrected, awake,
So I chose to dub this piece,
In the world I see-you are a bleeding elf irked by the tall trees of amazon forests,
In ruins,
You will climb, the wrist-thick pines towering above you, dripping a corrosive mixture of blood and sweat,
And when you look down, you will see your crazy ex girlfriend that lost her mind zipping and unzipping you, lonely,
Abandoned in an abandoned super-highway,
Waving the middle finger!!!
Emotionally drained, you will jump,
Letting it all go, the love, the sex, the first kiss,
You will fall fast, letting it all behind,
The pain, the arguments, the cigarette puff that formed a skull figure,
You will alas! Be free,
Free from the yin and the yang battles,
Of pain and pleasure,
For freedom is only found when all hope is lost,
And when your minds volume is raised and the whole world is put on mute,
You will hear a voice, quoting a favorite movie of yours,
"We have no great war, no great depression,
Our great war is a spiritual war,
Our great depression is our own lives,"
And your not your job, your not how much money you have in your account, your not your handsome or beautiful face, your the horny harmless tiny little fly stuck in a bee-hive hoping to get laid...
No matter how much you try to buzz your way to sexual pleasures,
It will always sting coz you will never be that bee,
Just like sticking feathers up your ass doesn't make you a chicken!!
I am the Queens boyfriend,
A predator disguised as a house-pet,
And she,
She is a millennium flick, a blockbuster,
She is a swordfish,
She exists in a world beyond our world,
What we only fantasize, she does,
She is a driven unflinching, calculating machine who takes what she wants when she wants and disappears,
She is heartbreak and I am a poet disguised as her cold sweat!!
He said, "we are done!!! Self improvement is masturbation and self destruction is celibacy,
So I'll let you do you, and you let me do me"
She looked at him, straight into his pale,life drained red eyes and replied,
"Wrong my love, you will watch the whole world do me, queuing for a piece of the diamond, for self improvement is realization of inner strength, and power and self destruction is realization you had all that in a mate and you let go, and love, your heart just fell victim to a classic saying, sometimes you have to break the eggs to make an omlette."
With a smirk on his face, he replied,
"listen little miss sunshine, emotion has always made you witty with words,
Evolve, let the chips fall where they may,
And in May, come what May, I may be the redundant statement found in in Oliver Twist's shrill voice,
Extra, Extra, Extra!! Read all about it!!
Let not your pain lead you to your destruction,
Have you watched the movie Dark Knight?
I'm helping you die young before you live long enough to be the villain,"
"true," she replied, "emotion has always made me witty, as it is my first name, so you fell in love with my first name and not me, for if you did your research, less is my second name,
Emotion-less is this package,
And for once I will do what I should have done a long time ago, live my name, so I leave you to soak in misery of your own doings,I leave you to rot in your own decomposition, let the odour linger longer than my middle finger,
Adios, human cloned from hades sweat,
Yours truly Emotion Less"
I am pain,
A poets inflamed sense of rejection,
The grim ripper's kiss,
I am an emotional retard,
And poetry is boring,
I am a writers bleeding soul,
A character of modern day pornography,
And life is wearing the rubber,
I am a poets last tear,
And a killers masked fear,
I am Akil, son to the sun, formed at the climax of perverted pleasures,
Riddle me this, if she played her cards so well, with a poker-face,
And still won the lottery, then,
I am the darkness before dawn,
The pain before birth,
The struggle before success,
The freedom after love,
Embrace me!!