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In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter's eyes


In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal

Darkness turns to light and the
world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me gives me
strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes

And when she wraps her hand

around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about

It's hangin' on when your heart

has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
I've seen the light
It's in my daughter's eyes

In my daughter's eyes I can see the future

A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I'm gone I hope you see how happy
she made me
For I'll be there
In my daughter's eyes


Its in the morning and am tired.... Ask me why.

I get out of my house every morning at 5:45am to get to work at 8 am. Most of the time, I get to town earlier like by 7am, but some other times, drama happens.


You see, going to town by train is very very economical, because instead of the 100 bob we normally pay to town, by train its only 35 bob. But again, cheap is expensive, though not every day. Here we sit, stand in between the legs of those who are seated, stand at the corridor, hang on the door, sit or stand on top of the train. Quite some freedom we got! 

So, sometimes, when we get to the deserted part where there's only long grass and rocks and the only noise is the river, the train decides to break down. And we have to wait till another train head comes from town and pulls it, or pushes it to where its destined. That takes like 45 minutes from the time it breaks down to the time we continue with the journey.

When we get to town, after completing the queue for getting down the train, which is accompanied with pushing, shoving, stepping on, grabbing arses behinds for those you admired all the way, stealing taking people's cell phones and cash, you get to the Railway Station Exit gate, where you are supposed to drop your ticket in a bucket. If you don't, they manhandle you away to some place where they beat money out of you Railways Police Station.

At the end of all this, you's safely in town! And get to work so tired...


Has any of you ever fallen in love with somebody you actually never met?

Well I did once.

This guy * Sean, I met him on the Internet.I can't remember if it was through yahoo or blogger or.... Well, we would communicate most of the time through chat, and later, we exchanged phone numbers. And we'd call each other most of the day, and yours truly begun growing very fond of Sean and FAST.


Soon, I was introduced to Sean's cousin, and his sister, and his mother. Mind you, all this was done over the phone, because all this while, Sean was in a different country. So he'd give my phone number to say his cousin, then his cousin would call, and later come to visit.

I trusted Sean. I fell in love with him, and this love grew by day, as I waited patiently for his return to Nairobi.
I lived in a world full of fantasies of me and him, and our children and our house.  He made promises to me. And I loved him more and more, even though he did not keep most of these promises.He even proposed to me on phone.

I waited for Sean for three years.Until one day, I received a call from anonymous saying if I remember very clearly
Hi. I'm just calling you to give you some information about Sean. He has gotten another girl here pregnant, and I thought that I should let you know, since I believe you dont deserve to be treated the way Sean is treating you. Don't bother calling me back because am using a phone booth. Bye.
And she was gone.

I was in denial and so decided to ignore that call, because I trusted my Sean, and there is no way in this world, that the Sean I loved so much, the Sean who promised me the moon and the stars, the Sean who was going to be my baby's father... would do anything like that. So I did not even bother to ask him about this...

But I was so hurt, I decided I wanted a break from this relationship!

Before I even got to tell him I needed a break, I got a call from one of the people Sean lives with, telling me that Sean was having a baby, by another woman. And that was it! I decided to end the relationship with Sean. It was hard. I cant even recall what I told him, but I had said it was over by the end of the conversation, but did not mention that I knew about his up coming baby.

A few days after break up, he told me that he had made a woman pregnant, and that it was seven months old. The explanation I got was that, the woman went to Sean and told him that she has a chronic condition with her vagina. Her vagina refuses to open up to men that she is not in love with. And since she was in love with Sean, though as he alleges, he does not love her, her vagina opens up when she sees him. So she went to him for help with her vagina issues. Mind you, nowhere had I even heard that Sean was a gynecologist! So Sean the red cross guy went on to have sex with her, even without a condom. What Jeopardy to our "relationship"! tsk tsk tsk....

After telling me all that bullshit explanation, I was supposed to forgive him, as he was trying to help a needy woman. He even claimed that he was going to abandon that woman, so he could come back to me. I repeat. He was gonna abandon the woman who was carrying his child.


I was really hurt, and I stayed many days crying and meditating. Then at once it hit me; I never really knew Sean. I had never even seen him, except maybe for the pictures he sent me. He played with my heart... But I was the bigger fool!

I got up, had a make over and went out clubbing. (Story for another day) And from then, my attachment to him begun to fade, and I begun to see how foolish I was for ever trusting virtual love for over three years! Imagine three years!

His baby was born, and he told it to the whole world. He broadcast on all means. 



Cold is the floor I lay on
Cold is the heart I bear
Cold are the thoughts in my mind
Cold is the soul I am entitled

Drunken by spirits,
Drunken in pain
Drunken in despair
Drunken in plans

The floor by hour is colder,
The bottle by hour is emptier,
The soul by hour is drunkt
The male by hour is hornier

Turgidity, turgidity, turgidity
Overwhelmed by it
Overthrown by it
To a world unknown
To living and to dead
Until one's encounter...

Betroven by life's meaninglessness,
Overwhelmed by vengeance
A mind murders a soul
A heart is mended by fantasies

All through the night
'Till dawn's cold comes unbearably
A drunken heart, soul, mind and body
Get on with a day's work
As though no night was there
As though a floor was no bed
As though a Spirit was no dinner
'Till dusk sets its place
And the monotony of the night
Sets it's pace