Thursday, April 12, 2012


I don't really know how I started off doing spoken word. I always thought my poetry performance would end at High School when I performed at the Music Festivals. I was more into writing because i did not know there were open mic events in Nairobi. This all changed when Nemesis, then, a featured poet at USIU Slam competition, (late 2010) saw my performance and asked me to come at Adelle's open mic and from then I just kept going to new events until I won Slam Africa March 2011 and I still love performing spoken word up to this very moment.
Last month, Yung Nnoiz, Wanjiku Mwaura and I joined the Slam Africa organization and we have this event for you. We want to take Slam Africa to a whole new level, to new realms and this event will offer the benchmark. If you have ever been to Slam, you obviously know the thrill that is attached to it...So this April 20th SLAM AFRICA IS REBORN:- WE BRING YOU...


    Friday, April 20, 2012
    7:00pm until 11:00pm

Dass Ethiopian Restaurant Westlands
This platform created Kings and Queens,Rulers on the stage, Lyrical Gladiators, Mentors, it gave new breath to spoken word poetry.
This stage gave Nairobi Slam Champions like :_

Number 8,
Wanjiku Mwaurah,
Queen Moraa,
Pepe Haze,
The father of Spoken Word in Kenya, Kennet B amongst others like Tear Drops and Achieng.

This April, a new beginning awaits us all. Slam Africa is reborn. It will be bigger, better, and crazier.

Incentive: We have a special collaboration performance by Yung Nnoiz, El poet and Wanjiku Mwaurah that is well choreographed and will blow your minds.

Let us crown our new King or Queen with style and love. Let us build a dynasty.

A token of appreciation will be handed to our Slam King or Queen inclusive of a branded T-Shirt of him or her and other prizes in store for the runner ups.
We invite you all to breathe new life to Slam Africa with us. Crossing our fingers that soon, very soon, THIS REVOLUTION MIGHT JUST BE TELEVISED.


To register for slam Email us at :

The Gate Charge - 500/=

Advance tickets will be sold via Mpesa at 450/= to this account 0724917595

And of course I have to leave you with a piece I wrote sometime back:

Heart Break

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!!

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