No Woman, No cry

So now the debate is heated up and all the blame is on the Nyeri women. I have been waiting for it to settle and the dust just wont settle. After all, they seem to be the only women instilling discipline in their husbands the brutal way apart from the recent case of A Meru lady who just murdered her husband. Now, now, now I do not know what the problem may be but my head will not stop at these women being just violent.
No, it is a known thing that every woman is polite, slow to anger unless provoked to a certain level. Levels do vary and am beginning to wonder if in Kenya they vary with the region of origin. huh!!
 So if you are from the slopes of Mt. Kenya, you get to the peak of anger at a faster rate than those at the shores of the lake? Or the Rift, or which ever side?

I am starting to wonder if these men who report these violence cases ever sit to look at themselves and be sure that they are really of the male species(no pun intended). I was brought up in a society where I knew a man is a man.By being a man, it meant that one had to put his acts together including the wrong ones to make them look right. Even when they are wrong, you could justify yourself by just being a man!!
 Undergoing the cut was the best of all rights since it made being a man all so glorious.
So I am a bit confused when these "victims" of domestic violence go public to taint the glory of manhood. Why should a man be beaten by a woman? Firstly, you are a man, this should not even happen, you should have been man enough to behave like one which would definitely have never allowed your woman to even conceive a thought of raising a hand against you.She would respect you because you have earned it!! You are the man in her life!! Be a man!!

Secondly, I talked about women and their anger levels, men are clueless, that we know but who does not know what makes his wife angry? If you do not then you have no business calling yourself her husband!! You know she does not like when you come home late or without a kaquater of meat. well then if you choose to do it, just have a good lie........you are a man this is easy to do. I mean you are a man.
It is is lack of creativity that will land you in trouble yet you have a man's brain. It lies even when the lips are telling the truth ( Ever seen a man swearing you are the only thing he thinks of and his eyes are so fixed on that ass passing by?).Use your brain before it turns into a vestigial organ! Tell that smart lie and you will smile you way out of trouble.

The only reason i would beat a man( ooh yes i would ) is if he is a cry baby........Jesus!! Yes I am in love with Alehandro and I love when he cries and sobs but who told you Alehandro's second name is Kamau? I mean, African men are supposed to be strong, stand up for their women , have the authority and be the man at all times. This way, a woman will always see strength in you, she will never in her right mind think of battering you. But go ahead and cry, whine and be a woman about stuff then I think she has the right to wear the pants in the relationship!!

I am not advocating for wife battering but seriously, if your woman is on the rampage, she is embarrassing you. Not herself, women are known to lose their head (hahahaha is there anything like a female chauvinist?) shape her or spare the rod and spoil the wife, who will pass it on to the child!!

Lastly, dear men, women are the simplest to understand,  because you really don't have to understand them, just love them.Love solves all problems, so love your woman.

If you cannot do any of the above, keep away from women. No woman, No cry!!

Good Times Seemed to Have Left

As i sat right next
He stared, perplexed
Eyes all wet
Life can make you its pet
Situations make you turn left
As all good things left

He had his hand cuffed
Ego slapped
He talked of hope
Hoped situations would be turned
I looked at him and turned
I looked left
All good things seemed to have left

Yes he sat on my right
Said he got into a fight
He was only going through the plight
Of fighting a good fight
When all good things left
And for the dead he was left

He always made his daily bread
In harsh struggles as he was bred
But as the argument bred
The governments hand fled
And landed him almost dead
In blood drenched

They said he was a hooligan
He even had a gun
And he was gunned down
Up the reporters run
The news bulletin had to run

He was just a good gunner
a daily bread earner
Struggling to keep the burner
For the tunnel was darker
Bad times lasted longer

And there he sat looking left
I was at his left
His only mistake was hard work
He turned and stared to the left
As all good times seemed to have left

It Gets Worse

It gets worse
Waking up is easy
dressing in a smile is not.
Hope is expensive
It belongs to the pensive
Walking down a dark road is scary

Not walking is worse
Judging. That's what they do
Empty promise, what they give
Bribes, what they need
Not belonging to them is scary

Belonging is even worse
Blood is not thicker than water
Only if the blood is to be poured
They are all green eyed
To them, your success is scary

Success is worse still
They will expect a lot
You have to give back
Here blood is thicker
But death is scary

Death is the worst
They will fight over the dead
They wish to drown is your sweat
They forget they drenched you in tears
Those blood thirsty vipers!
Watching them in absentia
That is more scary

Imperfect is Beautiful

Happy New Month

I am happy its a new month. Its the month of love and my sincere hope is that i do not spend this Valentines day alone. It has not happened in a long time so am not sure i remember how to be single on a red labelled day with kisses blowing past my nose.Lord hear us..........

Last month was awesome, I had my birthday party on the last weekend of it and what?!! We rocked it. I got good friends who make me succumb to peer pressure, i love peer pressure, its the best presuure to be exerted on any young person.

That aside, yesterday being the last day of the month was not as happy as anybody would anitcipate. I spent the whole day depressed, i felt down cast, wanted to walk alone (yet am a Liverpool fan) and wrote three sad poems.(I will post them later, too happy to do it now). I dint know what was going on till I met my sister in the evening and she was in the same mood-Depression!! We had to get a solution, or maybe the cause. Two minds are good, we had it in a minute, it was that girl!!

The kind of person whose life is next to perfect if not it. The girl who makes all girls feel like their lives are screwed up and crooked. She condemns her audience without saying a word.

The girl am talking about has had a good life: Used to lead in school for all the days she was  in it, scooped the best grade in high school, got a good job as she waited to join campus, at campus she persued a good course, passed well enough to work in one of the leading private well paying institutions in the country.

The intimidating part is when one rekons that they attended the same school with her.

Lets go on with listing the perfect areas of this life: she has a very loving and handsome man. Tall dark and handsome, thats what am talking about!! This is no movie, its a true story...........

The true story that one feels like saying " based on a true story" for emphasis.

She made us think about how unfocussed we are, how in these girls's eyes we are just imperfect failures and how far, just how far we seem to be from getting a perfect man considering our imperfections. Top on the list being our common one: fear of commitment. It was not funny. We had met this girl and she made us think deeply about our lives. Depression was the result. On that day i saw many sad people on the streets, i saw poor beggers i even tried shopping and felt there was nothing to buy.

We talked about it and thought we were simply being stupud!!

How ugly would the world be without that person who used to be so silly in class that all  the questions they asked sent a roar of laughter in class? How boring would it be if there was no that night, due to imperfections you went out, had a crush on some guy and made out in an ATM lobby?

Just how peredictable would you be if you dint surprise your parents with a baby bum at the age of 17 due to your imperfections?And am sure that baby has turned out to be the most beatiful thing in your life!

Dont you just love the way you were once last in your class and all your friends abandoned you only for to receive an award for "best improved student" when the next exam results were out?

Do you remember the time you dated a guy who was shorter than you all because he was a good dancer and you wanted the fame?

Do you remember being your true self when you fell on stage trying out a modelling career?

Isnt randomness awesomeness?

Don't you think its time me loved appreciated our failures as a beautiful part of our lives?

We came to a conclusion, its so good to be yourself, its so good to never compare yourself and its so hard to look at life through other peoples eyes since all you see is imperfection.

So today i wore my imperfect eyes, and i saw an albino beggar breastfeeding her baby. It was the most beautiful sight as the baby had the pigment and fed from an un-pigmented gland. Black and white is a perfect combination.. I dint get any successful client, but it did not feel like a failure i was happy to have stepped in those big offices and spent time with people who matter in society. I met a friend who had just had a job promotion and we went for two tequila shots to celebrate.I  bought my self a pair of flowered wedge shoes on my way home, i did not feel like a shopaholic, it felt the perfect thing to do.

 Happy new month