BUSTED. best edition.

 To you she is gone, 
but to me she is still at heart.
To you I was a player 
but to me it was just plain flirting- no pun intendend.
In your eyes I was discrete, cunning, foxy, dishonest
to me i was being frank, displaying evidence, but she never noticed.
To you she may have reacted like a bitch,
but I take it as ultimate shock
shock fed by false accusations, misconception
shock that resulted out of hallucinated imagery, foolhardy wisdom
but I will feed her with the absolute truth.


In your eyes I was a gold digger,
but I she was the one gold digging.
You think I never gave her attention,
but I gave her my profound time 
she just never appreciated it, make out the best of it.
The rumours are that I never listened to her pleas 
but I can't remember putting on earplugs while she talked.
So you think I was never supportive? 
I pushed her, she never proved herself right.
You say I never gave her a piece of mind, 
but she was xploring my mind, trying to set it to a rhythm
a rythm that beat with the beat of her heartbeat


In your eyes she is dead and gone to me
in me she is present, part of me, a piece of me.


You all lament in disgust that I wasted my time
she wasted her time, we wasted our time together
I say, we spent the time, enjoyed each other's company
exceeding to arguments- that`s why we argued for long.


you never know what u got till its gone,
 I know what I got cause it`s not gone.


still, can't forget that moment sitted by the park
under the foliage of trees, down by the riverside
when Mary-Jane stumbled upon me

having kush and kush moments,

when she found out herself the truth
when she started believing the rumours, murmurs, hummings,buzz, the whispers.

my love is like WHOAAAAAAAAAA.

Had a lolng day like always,
home from work, notice flower vases are dry-for what? two weeks?!*
open me door. As i put down my knapsack,
ready for some kush and kush moments by the sofa overlooking the balcony,
I see Mary-Jane standing. No she is break dancing.
No! No! No! No!
 She is touching her chest, her hand close to her heart,
bending over, pleading for mercy, cryin, whisperin,
 "I.... I....I .. cant feel my heartbeat." she is panting,heaving, "please,....i can,t"
Am not shocked, traumatised.
am taken aback-she is dramatizing it.
"tks! what now? an 11 year old prank? nkt."
Am trynna go grab a bite, but my feet are firmly rooted.
i cant get my eyes of her,
she is not dramatizing it, she is living her act.
Am thinking of Shakespeare, Sydney Sheldon, Wahome Mutahi, John Kiriamiti,  Smitta Smitten.
She is inching closer, pleading, pleasing, begging,
"please ....feel my heartbeat?!"
she really is pleading, requesting, thirsty, impatient, demanding, vulnerable, irresistible.

She reaches out for my hand, touches it, locks it,
interlocks her soft sensual fingers in mine
inches my palm close to her heart
am looking at her blossoms blowing, blooming, blossoming.
Am feeling her heartbeat,am feeling my heartbeat
she is feeling my heart.
am felling her heart beat to the rhythm of our music
our music of silence,excitement, excruciating intense, intimacy, exquisite aura
expendable passion in anticipation.

Am smooching her lips reminiscing the nursery hymn
 "I n I and Mary-J standing by the floor, K.I.S.S.I.N.G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
she is kissing me , am kissing her back.
she is kissing me too, am ,kissing her three.
 am exploding, erupting, vulcanizing.
am scaling heights,clouds, ozone layer, stratosphere.
am going round, swirling, whirling, tonadoing, hurricaning .
Am wanting more, clinging on her,
she is reciprocating, negotiating.
am demanding, crazy, going berserk with  emotiolns, sensual seduction.
am almost wetting my jeans, then she pulls back.
She is happy, overjoyed, delirious,hypnotizing, hyperactively rejoicing.
 am begging for more.
she gives me one more kiss, a peck, a brush-a breathe of passion.
then she giggles, pulling her head back
"it's working isn't it? my acting prowessssssssssss" she whispers, murmurs.
"yeah, u sure an actress."

Then she now pulls back again, sneers, giggles, laughing,
having a taste of her moment.
now she is bursting, singing and skipping
I think she is in Apollo Theatre
tapdancing to Mya's song- my love is like whoa!

Fuck! she is making mme beg for more.
Am begging for more time,
am begging for a ramatch.
am begging for some daggarin,
am begging for some erroneous  obnoxious display of affecion
am begging...............................
Fuck! what the hell........................

Chocolates, Mary-Jane, maryjane and I n I

I light up my kush, and think of chocolates.
i light up my kush again, and think of Mary-Jane.
i light up my kush again...............................

me a get into ma bima, drive up to Mary-Jane's office
grab her by the wrist, give her this terminator smile,
"say nothing, follow me!"


Mary-Jane is perplexed, astonished and thinking,
"fuck! what's wrong I n I?"
We reach the parking, and I command Mary-Jane,
"hop in!"
she reaches out her hand to grab the car door.
"Bitch! what u doing?"
"opening the car door, duh!"
"nobody touches my car unless i authorize them to."
she is wondering "what?"
i reach out my hand, open the car door and wait for her to get in.
"remember to fasten the seat belt"
once in, i say nothing.
once i hit the highway, am driving fast- very fast.

"where we going?" 
am quiet, i glance at her.
notice her inquisitive grin- i hate it.
her inquisitive grin is characterized by:
soul searching eyes, as if she is reading u, 
her lips are partly apart-they draw me towards her.........
i pretend to be looking past the window
she sneers.
my focus is on the steering wheel
i zoom past automobiles, am counting trees
step on the accelerator, 
then traffic reduces, civilization fades
am in one with nature.
All this time,
Mary-Jane is talkin, blabberin, jabberin, cursing and bitchin.

i pull up at kona baridi,
step outta the car and stroll, quickly away from the car
I like the effect of the chillin breeze in the sun
i like the softness of grass 'rumbling' under my feet
am enjoying the scenario that is earth, earth, earth,,,,,,,,,
"look here I n I, i don like ............."
I turn around and notice her inching closer
covering the couple of feet from the car- inching closer
the wind is blowing the helm of her dress
her hair is swaying in unison music with the wind
she is throwing tantrums, cursing that am acting weird, selfish, irrespective.........
Fuck! she is adorable when mad.
i pull out me box of chocolate
"shut up and munch, crunch, chomp and candy ya chocolate."
i silence her.
Irrespective of the sunshine, the damn wind is blowing harder
she tries closin her eyes, savoring the candid flavour that is her chocolate,
 but her gaze is squarely rooted on me- I n I  hate this.
that gaze gets me thinking outta my zone.

this time round, i touch her hand,take her by the hand,
prefer to have her sit on grass 
i sit behind her, continue to feed her with chocolate.
"I n I , you should try this," flavoring her lips, "it's excruciating"
"shut up a..........."
she shoves this piece of chocolate in me mouth
so i shut up and  munch, crunch, chomp and candy my chocolate.
i continue blending with nature, am loooking at landscape but not thinkin.
she turns back again,
surprises me with this kiss, this tantalizing sizzling kiss,
her hands already going octopus, she be curling herself against me............
i push her away gently. She clings on harder.
so i pull her against me, look her squarely in the eyes
"stop kissin like a bitch and get back to ya chocolate."
she is panting, heaving, sigh.
she gets down with her chocolate.

By now am feeling my muscles tense and relax,
i want to chokozaa Mary-Jane kidogoo.
so i pull out my kush, blaze a puff, inhale-exhale.
am about to blaze another puff
she grabs it off me, she throws it away.
i still can reach it, i try to run after it, she is already at it.
Fuck she has it again!

Now standing provocatively two steps from me, 
dangling my ka-joint like it's hot, rolls her tongue and
"So, umm.....You get past me to get ya joint, or i STEP on it."
step on it!@#+^!!!!
i approach stealthily, try to grab the kush off her fingers,,\
she jingles the hand away.
she is stepping back, one step at a time.
i try harder,
try to grab it by the right hand, she tosses it to the left over her head.
try to reach it via left hand, she tosses it over her head 
hands clutching together in fist, hiding me kush.
I notice she is in me arms, her blossoms blooming in the sun
her fragrance accelerates my adrenaline rush
her soft thighs got this elongating effect on my man 
her lips are glossy, smacky, rubbing against mine
erupting my response to stimuli-TOUCH STIMULI.
 

 

Martin Luther king Jr. - "I HAVE A DREAM."

"-I Have a Dream
Martin Luther King Jr.    August 28, 1963  
I say to you today, my friends,
even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow,
I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American Dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident; thal all men are created equal".

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, 
a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, 
will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation
where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama with its vicious racists,
with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and little white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.


I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, 
every hill and mountain shall be made low,
the rough places will be made plains, 
and the crooked places will be made straight,
and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all the flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.
With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation
into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together,
to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning,
"My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my father died, land of pilgrims' pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring".
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. 
So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. 
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvacious slopes of California!
But not only that; 
let freedom ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and mole hill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring, and when this happens,

When we let freedom ring, 
when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, 
from every state and every city, 
we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, 
black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics,
will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, 
"Free at last! Free at last! Thank God almighty, we are free at last"!""""""""""""""""


 Imagine cramming the American dream? well to tell u the truth, i had to cram it back in high school.
Our English teacher in form one back then Mr. Osoro(mapepa)  sure that we(I) crammmed it for our own good. This were some of the few inspiring teachers i remember to this day.


                         " a mediocre teacher TELLS
                           a good teacher EXPLAINS
                          a great teacher DEMONSTRATES
                         but a superior teacher INSPIRES."


  Well there is much to learn from martin luther's dream but all am trying to pinpoint here is the art of incentives. Humans in nature need various kinds of incentives to perfom. 
As much as what we are going to do has positive effects in our lifes, sometimes we never see the urge to get serious with things cuz u got freedom to do it or not- only difference is that we are abusing our freedom by not doing that which we feel we ought to do but we don't do it. 
Enough with the hullaballoo, this teacher promised us a 100/= then if u could recite the whole dream without reference.  You can imagine way back then in 2005 what a form one could do with a mere 100/=. mandazi, loaf and more mandazi. 
So it worked out that i won the whole 100/= and an additional one cuz am the only student who tried voluntary to memorize the whole speech in front of the class without being asked to. the other students were wetting their trousers trying to memorise a simple speech like this-though i have fofgotten  it a little bit. 
Imagine if our systems were like this, if only people were motivated to do what they do best?


Then i came to understand that inspiration and perspiration are different. 
INSPIRATION should be the pivot, the driver, the motivator, the enhancer 
the force that makes you moonlight to dead of night
the force that deprives you off all sleep
the force that gets you thinking, dreaming, visionalizing
the cooling effect of the fun when u sweat, 
the sweet sweat that comes out of perspiration
cuz man sinned at the garden of eden, he was cursed by God
and so to rip benefits of our work- we have to really perspire.