Attila’s Empire

 I look back to few years past, when cats went ape shit, blood was spilt, next door brothers was killed, over some bullshit them politicians in their midst raised a bloody blood bath. Loose propaganda tongues made niggaz lift up machetes and guns, call it in their class collateral damage, they still fuck with the mentalities of blind followers, speaking on ghost projects to the poor, a few shillings thrown just us to lure. Our level of life, not a dollar a day is what we endure, but how you gonna stand on your own two, if you still holding placards praising The Who and who, who don’t know where your last meal came from. But that’s the system we live in, it ain’t thing line, between the rich and the loyal sheep shameless, the poor living below the poverty line, fighting for you to get your political seats, step on the lime light and forget about their needs, I’m talking about Kenya and it’s political elite.in the years of election, they step down, off their horse and walk holding our hands in the dusty streets, and the sick cycle continues, we vote them back in, complain about that shit, wait for 5 more years to complain about the same shit.

I’m great full

 Kasoha, that first name that always ring bells, when the world is out to get me, that oasis, that covers me from sandy storms, the slow motion of chi, built my confidence and made me appreciate the way of tai. A voice that pushed me, always pushing, wisdom came simple, in times of strife my path she lined clear walking on thorns while carrying me on her back. thank you for the 7 months, you carried me, nourished me in my fetus form, choices in the stories years later told, you put your life at risk , disregarding all the doctors warning, you had faith in me before you gave birth to me, nothing ever changed, you raised me in the books of the God you believed in, thank you for the short life stories that you told me, helped me grow to the man I am, thank you for reminding me that apologies and simple words like sorry, don’t cost a thing, eventually these words clears your soul and mind of all worldly worries. I’m great full for the simple holidays, I have to say, the perfect Christmas Day dinners. You made miracles with the little you had, and always made sure to remind us to be great full for every little thing we have, as your words always stated give thanks to the most high, for the simple things in life. I’m great full, seconds, minutes, hours every breath in your presence is a blessing, words can’t paint that Picasso on a canvas as an illustration of my affection. The sacrifice you gave, in a soul out of soul, you brought mine always first, I’m great full, I’m proud, and appreciate you as always being my beacon bright, the light house that alway lights my way home. I’m great full, to my birth mother Margaret coz Kasoha always rings bells.