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She will not be ignored


She says what she likes

She says what she likes

Opinion enlarged on itself
Unannounced and unapologetic
It raises my eyebrows high
Surprising my eyes wide open
How can she be so sure?
I chuckle to myself

Endless mindless drivel?
Is she ignorant or are we foolish?
We can’t answer coz she continues to spit on the mic
“An unemployed man is a new phenomenon,
Men were always on a hustle,
A young man who does not work is dangerous,
Girlfriend, forget what he tells you,
If the car is not on your name and you do not pay insurance,
You are a glorified driver,
How long did you say his penis was?
Yes. There you have it. I just asked”

The mic stays hot
She decided yesterday what you’ll talk about today
Filling empty minds
Banging on rigid ones
Riding on strategic ones
Sending pretentious MPs to pay tax
Feeding the hungry
Moving angry voters forward
Hate her, love her
We cannot ignore Caroline Mutoko

BT

 
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Posted by on October 15, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Magic in a Girl


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“I know who I am”, “who God says I am”

 

 

Elegant defined fingers know,
what hands were taught before birth
that ten year old feet thump
to a rhythm on the bass drum
and in sync with cymbals,
who God says she is.
She shows us who she is

by BT

 
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Posted by on September 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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The Closing Statement


The Closing Statement.

 
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Posted by on June 23, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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The Closing Statement


Invisible most days. Misguided everyday

Killing men. Killing dreams. Killing hope

God’s army an unreasonable and merciless butcher

BREAKING NEWS – 40 killed in Mpeketoni Attack

 

Kenyatta’s soldiers fart loudly as they get out of bed

A bombed out village debuts in Kenya

A cold shiver sweeps across the country

Blood and a nation’s confidence drain from under a door

 

The President’s men are made of tin

Asking for understanding as though for a cup of tea

Terrorized villagers huskily scream in disbelief

God’s army, the only army kills another ten

 

UHURU KENYATTA, WHERE ARE YOU?

 

The President steps out from behind our shock

and ahead of our outrage

He is appropriately suited in somber and stern

He places his feet firmly on my ground

He carries 40 million of us and does not tremble

 

“My heart is bleeding and broken like Mpeketoni’s bodies

God’s army was not in Lamu

Hate and politics killed our brothers

My political enemies must stop shouting

and frothing in the mouth

so that more of our brothers do not die

My soldiers saw guns get loaded

but couldn’t get out of bed.”

 

The words are received equally but held differently

The Northerners are reassured

The South is inconvenienced

In the East people agree

Kenyans in the West are shocked

We all exhale

It’s the closing statement

 

BT

 

 

 
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Posted by on June 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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He Hugged Me


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This package is wrapped in patronage and pity

I must open it like I do all rap gifts

A vintage car drives up deprivation road

through a schooled camera

Kids with a sharp eye to the lens tell the hard story

Dandora Music is on the screen

looping at the start of a journey

It also sits on a chair across from me

Innocently creeping up on me

I am arrested

 

Fully acquiesced to my adult questioning

Dutifully pieces his life together

All my talking is not relaxing me

Submission and confidence

blend on him and not as a paradox

He occupies the easy space that I cannot fill

He lives between limitation and opportunity

Making some effort without any strain

He’s perched on a soft parental cushion that I can’t see

I come down from my walled in seat

Vulnerability is the only position

from which I might see him

 

He swaggers in last for the meal

Youthful sexuality strangely at home with humility

Washing dishes into a place in my heart

I must see this man again

I measure a cautious distance to say goodbye

But he crumples it and throws it in the trash

He hugs me

The magic in the air locks into a miracle

A current washes over me

And my heart takes the place of order and memory

 

BT

 
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Posted by on June 16, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Goodbye John West


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Royal Umbrella of Thailand

Premium sardines in vegetable oil

But yesterday, I picked up a can from the past

To evoke the taste of real sardines

John West since 1857

Tasteless sardines in sunflower oil

John West needs to visit Thailand in 2014

I will keep equal distance

between the East and West

the North and South

Its all in good taste

 
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Posted by on January 26, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Hold up the sun


the mountains stand taller than any native son (photo by Patrick Osodo)

the mountains stand taller than any native son (photo by Patrick Osodo)


Kaimatis wink and say hatuna jambo
Dhosas roll an embrace on a large family
A drink of warm blood is swallowed to a nation’s pulse
Fish is netted, gutted and feted on single beach
Tea and radio roil and boil across the hills
The sun, woken up in Lamu by a call to prayer
will watch over the country today and
go to bed on a fishnet on Lake Victoria

Today a free people will give to the world

A middle aged tea bush gives birth again
Like the three leaf bud, the nation is forever young
Others would have given up but coffee won’t quit
The aroma of home is a marathon runner
Racing arabica through Nairobi, New York and London
A cheetah’s long stride breaks into a wild chase
And lions roar to bless the land, the nation
Now money is counted on 20 million phones

Today a rich people will bring in the world

But a lying mouth has whispered to a hungry ear
Truth is shouted down by two hundred shillings
Members of Parliament perch like vultures
Feeding on the country’s dying children
The sun’s justice arches from the east to the west
A bright beam of liberty bleached the Union Jack
No fight is sought but all battles brought here are won
Her Majesty’s crown was wrestled to the ground

Today a strong people will stand up and shout

The mountains stand taller than any native son
The rivers carry this truth of a hundred years
Fools were run out of the House on the State hill
Their judges are pushed out scratching and kicking
The trees warn and the wind howls
The country belongs to every child and her mother
All men will hold their heads high
The clouds open up and the light comes through

Today a proud people will hold up the sun

BT

 
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Posted by on December 20, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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