My Lonely Path

He handed me the pen knife,
I handed him a five hundred shilling note,
"Thank you god bless you, tank you,"
I didn't need the pen knife at all,
But  he hadn't sold a thing that day,
If I didn't buy something from him,
He would sleep hungry,
It was either the fake sunglasses,
Or the pen knife,
I opted the pen knife,
I put it in my back pocket,
It was a crowded street,
Everyone else had one small shopping bag,
We were all running out of Nakumatt,
It was the only shop open,
It was getting dark,
No one wanted to be late,
I had too much luggage with me,
Mine were the biggest,
And the heaviest,ever as everyone was running home in a rush,
I was trying to run but could only walk,
My shopping bags were slowing me down,
I couldn't hurry,
I had too many things to carry,
They were too heavy,
And they were dragging me down,
Soon I would be alone on the street,
At that rate I knew it for sure,
I was alone I knew,
I heard the sound of bullets,
And my body froze,
I started to run towards home,
With the luggage I had,
And when I thought everything was okay,
I paced down,
I wasn't going to be a victim that night,
A cold metal touched the back of my neck,
And a cold arm touched my shoulder,
My wisdom advice me not to turn back,
"Don't run sweetheart,"
"Your phone mister?"
You are going through my phone?
"Don't look back,"
"hehe you were calling mama?"
"Were are your balls young man,"
The hand undid my zip,
The gun was pressing harder behind my neck,
my balls were grabbed,
They were squeezed,
sharp nails dug into them,
I must have bled a bit,
And she laughed,
I elbowed her,
And she got angry,
She threw my phone on the floor,
So that it cracked,
"Let me show you whose boss darling,"
I had made her angry,
She forced me into a darker alley,
Like a slave carrying everything I had bought,
I was facing a wall,
She put me on my knees,
Tied my legs with the guitar string I had bought,
She gagged me with the red tie I had bought,
I could smell the condoms,
At least I had bought condoms,
You know how condoms stretch,
She tied my arms with them,
"I call the shots here,"
"You hear me?"
"no more funny business"
She picked an apple from the shopping bag,
Took a bite,
For a girl she really had poor eating habits,
I could here her flip the pages,
Probably it was the bible?
Maybe it will change her,
Oh God I hope she reads a verse that changes her,
Or maybe it was the Shakespeare novels,
There were so many books i had bought,
She had stopped flipping the pages,
"mmhhh William Tell"
So it was history....
I wished it was the bible,
"Even Einstein wouldn't read such a complex book,"
"You think you are Einstein,"
"Free yourself,"
She hit me with the barrel of the gun,
"smart ass, tell me about William tell"
"I love a good story"
And I told her about how William Tell was a marks man,
How he was punished by the king unathodoaxly,
How he was paraded before a crowd,
An apple was put on his son's head,
And he was asked to shoot at it,
If he missed his son would be...
"enough... Don't bore me!"
"I will be William Tell"
"you will be my son..."
I love acting,
"Do you love acting?"
That is something we can try together,
She placed the half eaten apple on my head,
She walked away,
Tic tok tic tok the sound of her heels,
"is this far enough for you honey?"
I wished she was an accurate shooter,
Like William Tell's son wished his dad was an accurate shooter,
But this wasn't the same,
If she was an accurate shooter,
And aimed for my head?
She didn't love me so much to try to be accurate,
She didn't know me leave alone love me like a father loves his son,
If she missed it even by an inch,
My brains would be scattered on the floor,
Puff,
Waiting to wake up in heaven,
The apple was scattered in a hundred pieces,
Lying on the floor,
If she missed it I would be dead,
She sent six bullets,
They tore page after page,
The noisy pages flew on the floor,
She was the most accurate shooter I knew,
She took out my wallet from my pocket,
And placed it on my head,
And she shoot at it,
In an instant it was down,
I started to cry,
Sniffing back my running nose,
I knew I would die,
She touched my face,
"Oh darling?"
"Don't cry my sweetheart,"
"You will soon be dead,"
"don't fight with the fates,"
"You see it's not my fault you are foolish,"
"Running around at night with books like you are a library?"
"You want too be too many things out of life"
"A writer..."
 she threw something that sounded like pens on the floor,
"a genius.."
She tore pages from one of the books,
"even a sports man..."
She must have found the squash balls in my shopping bag,
Tush...
My body jacked,
I waited to wake up in heaven,
But I was alive,
"relax darling... It's just champagne"
"We are celebrating our marriage,"
She pulled out the ring off my finger,
Then she slapped me,
Talk to me little man,
She punched me in the face,
"You see if you just bought one thing,"
"Maybe maybe you would be able to run,"
"Now see your greed is going to cost you your life,"
"let's play William Tell again... Shall we"
As she walked away,
Champagne couldn't help her accuracy,
We all know what alcohol does,
She was not a thief,
She was a mad woman,
A serial killer perhaps,
I knew if I didn't do something,
I would be dead,
I went into my back pocket,
I took out a pen knife,
And cut the condom that tied my arms,
I was determined to save myself,
I turned all of a sudden,
Jumped up...
And threw my pen knife,
It I sent it flying in circles and circles,
If I missed I would be dead for sure,
And I heard a loud cry,
And it stopped suddenly,
I freed myself myself,
And walked towards her,
She lay there
With a knife in her chest,
It was such a shame she was so beautiful,
Her heart was bleeding,
I took her hand and pulled out my ring,
I picked the bottle of champagne and took a sip,
What a waste of such a nice piece of ass,
I got into her pocket,
Took out her purse,
I had to know what this mad woman's name was,
I took out her drivers license,
I saw her face on it,
She had one name
"Fate"
I left her body lying down on the dark streets,
But I wasn't going home with nothing,
I walked back to the shop again,
Nakumatt is a twent-four hour mall you know,
Picked everything I had picked before,
I saw a lawyer buy just one dark red designer tie,
I saw a Christian buying one bible and walking out,
I saw a lover buy just one champagne bottle,
no one bought more than one thing,
Except me,
"why do you carry so much baggage,"
"They will drag you,"
"You will never reach you destination"
"The streets are not safe"
Why was this stranger talking to me,
He had one squash racket,
He must have been a sports man,
Just a sports man cause he had nothing else in his shopping bag,
I ignored him,
I wasn't going to be like him,
I needed a full shopping bag,
I needed the Investors Journal,
How else would I become a wealthy man?
Without keeping up with business news,
I needed a new guitar how else would I entertain myself,
I needed a pack of condoms,
How else would I protect myself?
I needed apples to be healthy,
An apple a day keeps the doctor away doesn't it?
I needed a new phone to maintain my friends,
I needed the complete works of Shakespeare?
How else was I going to be a better writer,
I needed a squash racket and squash balls,
How else would I become a good sports man,
I needed a full shopping bag,
I wasn't going to be like everyone else,
Afraid of Fate,
Who dictates,
That if you want to reach Home,
Your destination,
You can only reach their with a small shopping bag,
The streets were completely dark,
I walked out of the shop again,
This time the streets were completely empty,
I would be on a lonely path home,
I met the hungry hawker standing outside the shops again,
"you want another one, god bless you thank you"
I handed him a five hundred shilling note,
He handed me the pen knife,
That was my gift to Fate,
I knew their were more of Her out there,
This time I hid it under my sleeve.

Emailing Your Pastor

Look at it,
It is so shiny,
Stretch your hand out,
Until you reach it,
Touch it and feel it,
I can smell it,
It is always close by,
We want it all,
Everyone happy has discovered that,
The greatest pleasure is the chasing after it,
That even the enjoyment of it is addictive,
Stretch out your hand a little more,
You are about to catch it,
And feel the texture of it's ecstasy,
Stretch out a little more,
You got to reach out a little bit more,
Yes that is true,
open your eyes though,
There is always the life we are promised tomorrow,
If we spend more time in the library in school,
And have foreplay with books before exams,
Long foreplay like good sex,
We will reach it,
Yes all this is true,
Though open your eyes,
That is tomorrow,
What about today?
Isn't today a day important to?
A collection of today and tomorrow is what makes a complete life,
Things never quite change you know,
Yesterday in class I associated with the prefect,
Just so that I dont show up on the noise makers list,
Today I associate with the judge,
Just to make sure I dont get housed by the same people who rob me,
Stretch out a little more to reach out,
We have always had the same set-backs,
Today we have Kenya Revenue Authority,
Taxing our big castles into small mud huts,
How do you impose tax even on a mere pencil?
Yes we have disliked KRA guys since they were,
Not KRA like they call them in today's standard newspaper,
But when they were labeled tax collectors in the ancient bible times,
Stretching your fingers a bit further,
To reach out more,
Reach out for more natural ties,
The pure natural red silk ones almost impossible to get,
More sort after hand bags,
The ones bought in stores with better golden glow lighting,
But we need to open up our eyes,
We have always stretched out a little further,
Even when constrained by school uniform rules,
We tried to wear better fabric for the white shirts we were constrained to,
Almost got cufflinks for them,
To express our individuality,
Our ancestors lived in caves like the Flingstones,
The safer better placed caves location-wise belonged to,
those that stretched out a little more,
our Future shall live in the air like the Jetsons,
I bet the places in Space with fresher air,
Shall belong to those who stretched out a little more,
We have always had friends and craved them,
From forging our signature on the attendance sheet in college for us,
To creating family friends for our kids,
We have always reached out for nicer friends,
It's not a new thing we are doing now,
We have always had a nightlife,
Even before this generation,
The fire that they put up and danced around,
Was always at night,
Boy and girl as our traditional ancestors danced,
And that's the same way we court,
The lions Maasai's ren after,
To prove they are men,
We still hunt to today you know,
The business deals we run after,
In ties and two piece suits,
Dress skirts with coats with buttons on the left,
The newer version of a shuka bow and arrow,
We have always wanted the same things
Look at it,
The perfect life,
With the perfectly imperfect friends,
With the perfectly loving family,
Whatever shape it comes in,
It looks so shiny,
Stretch out a little more,
Reach it,
The perfect life,
With the perfect investments,
And the perfect philanthropical cause,
The perfect automobile,
And the perfect re-energizing hobbies,
The ones that bring us perfectly close to the ones we love,
And helps us unwind and break monotony,
The perfect life,
The perfect glass house with the perfect heated pool,
The perfect cathedral,
That it's members visit you when you are bed ridden,
The perfect pastor,
Who you bond with over emails,
That rebukes you of your bad sinful ways,
Even though you still struggle in the words;
the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
At least some use of your email account!
Stretch out a little more,
But open your eyes,
One life,
A complete life,
life is not tomorrow,
It is today and tomorrow
seize the day,
Live today,
Life is short,
Stretch out a little more,
You have to reach it,
with you right hand stretch out a little more,
And with your left hand hold and kiss what you have today,
Be greedy like that.
More. More. More,
More!
you have always had the perfect life.

The First Person YOU Will Fire

One day,

When you will be such a C.E.O,

An M.D of a listed company,

When you will be the,

Charles Njonjo of culture,

Importing the blueblood jaguars XJ,

The Jeff koinange of news anchorage,

Also knowing everything about cigars,

Am sure he listens to refined Sauti Soul,

The Trump of real estate,

Also knowing everything about casinos,

You will discover that,

The epitome of such levels,

Comes with things a bit different,

Yet seems the same to an uncultured eye,

When suits are not got off the rack,

But tailored to fit the wearer,

Not your average suit maker,

Imagine four suits priced as a vitz,

A store studded with leather seats,

In my quest to find the perfect suit,

For my frame which is un-easy to get,

Let's just say with my frame rugby I can't play,

I searched through the city shops,

For the suits that will start my lawyering career,

I searched through the city shops,

Shops not one Donald Trump would go to,

But a pocket friendly one yet elegant still,

And as intentional as humans are,

We are unfocused at times,

Cause we are opportunistic creatures,

Intelligently getting sensibly sidelined by opportunity,

I got derailed by other nice fabrics beside suits,

An opportunity to own a sweater so neat so rare was presented,

As I went through the racks of suits like upstarts do,

I  ran upon a cable knit sweater,

If you know cricket you would know cable knit sweaters,

They are like the cigars of culture,

And they are much harder to find than jewelry is,

The shop attendant decided I was young,

And expected that I could be an accomplice,

Who would share in ripping off his boss,

To gain something extra under the table,

So he switched price tags for me,

Without my total consent,

So that I carried with me,

A cashmere sweater priced as a woolen one,

A cable knit sweater priced as socks,

And a suit price cut up to almost half,

So I actually earned in my purchase,

Since I paid peanuts for gold,

It was the shops policy to direct customers,

To a tailor after their purchase,

That's what good stores do if you didnt know,

It was on the way that the attendant asked for his cut,

I ignored him like a bad disease,

Until we got to the tailors,

Where I gave that thief-of-a-staff a hundred bob,

As opposed to the stacks of thousands he expected,

He must have thought I would give him six,

Or four from the price cut he gave me,

But I had to purnish him,

Hundred bob instead was punishment enough,

For ripping his boss,

I still feel bad about what I let get done,

I hope one day I will be brave enough,

To expose,

Such filthy acts,

Not causing an unsuspecting boss,

Losses cause of untrustworthy staff,

If I beat myself now about it,

The next time I find myself in such,

I will be angry enough,

To over react,

To even fire staff on the boss's behalf,

Even without the boss's consent!

Now wouldn't that be powerful?

The Range Rovers Covered In Blood

I see you have a new car,

It's bigger than a politicians car,

It reaches it's peak faster than women do,

It orgasms to maximum speed faster than men cum,

I hear it's a very forgiving car too,

Even when you move it faster than a bullet,

Then force it to make an almost three sixty degree turn,

It forgives you by automatically breaking for you,

So that you do not over turn and roll all together to your grave,

I am glad it shines like gold,

It opens up the road while you are in traffic,

People think you are the president,

Even a kid can drive it on the highway,

Their is no way a car like that can be stopped for police checks,

No one wants to be the policeman who stops a prime minister's car?

As much as it has more airbags than your fingers,

I will frown upon it forever,

And I will tell kids you are the devil,

In directly or directly you are his angel,

Don't be afraid of the devil,

You are him yes you have become him,

For you shed human blood,

You shed human blood drop by drop,

You killed someones brother,

Someone's mother or sister,

Someone's son or untie,

Just so that you would have eight more airbags,

In your car than the average two airbags,

More shinier rims on it,

All this shiny metallic new things,

You got from the teenagers you stole,

Sold and made slaves of,

Kids are as pure as angels,

Even when they are naughty they still are as white,

I shall not attend your parties,

I shall not associate with you,

That steering you turn with is covered in human blood,

Turn left when you drive farther left so that you don't miss Hell avenue,

The seat you seat on is covered in someone's sisters blood,

That leather is what squeezed out a happy child to a crying orphan,

We are not blind anymore,

We disown you as a human being us of the human race,

When you press the water for the wipers,

Imagine them as tears wiping the eyes of a blood stained windscreen,

Even angels disown you as worth,

Get the few last minutes of glory and fame,

For we are done admiring the diamonds you have,

You are the only one who sees them as shiny as crystal,

And you keep wondering why we cry when we see them?

It because when we see them we see drops of human blood,

And human flesh dropping like chunks of meat,

Covering those blood stained diamonds.

Let's Ignore The Man With Potential

Women like commitment more than men like sex,

Women think of marriage more than men,

They are creatures of long term views,

Men like one night stands more than sports,

A football game has an hourly time limit when it end,

Romantic soap operas take years and centuries to complete,

What the hell is 'the bold and the beautiful' still doing on Telly?

men are such creature of short term everything,

They can even end up cumming in fewer seconds than a second,

Try compare the period of a one night stand and a marriage,

A strict one night stand not the repeat business,

Yes repeated one night stands are not one night stands,

Your nursery school teacher should have explained what 'one' means better,

If you still repeat one night stands and call them as so.

Women are creatures of long term views,

Just imagine of how long it takes them to cum,

But you see we are all creatures of fashion and culture,

If everyone makes a bad decision it becomes fashionable,

Like dating old grandfatherly men,

When many women make bad decisions all the time,

By going against their nature and think in short term,

All other women do the same,

And it is doom for the man who loves them and has potential,

So run and make babies with the young guy with the vitz,

The one that buys you the bar at the bar tonight,

Forget the medicine student that buys you one beer at bar,

And asks you to drink at his home before you go out,

Forget the guy who is as faithful as your blue jeans,

Always is at your reach just like a loved one is,

Every time you open the wardrobe it is there!

It is never mteja like unfaithful undependable flashy men are,

And never disappoints or embarrass you wherever you wear,

Forget the young guy who claims love,

regardless of your denial of it's existence,

Run after that old guy with a wife and kids and means,

They always have BMWs this old potted men,

Who I suspect sleep with hoes and funny girls,

But you still want to be seen by this men,

Have the shoes and the whole bar tonight,

Remember that ten years down the line,

We will remember you to too vividly too,

But we will not claim love like we did to you,

We will claim love to the girl that saw us for our  potential,

The girl we shared with the last slice of pizza,

And screamed at the matatu conductor for withholding our change,

We will claim love to the girl who pulled out her purse,

When she noticed us ran through and through our wallets,

With terrified and worried faces,

As if it had suddenly developed a hole in it,

We claim love to the girl that sees in us,

More than good schools and credit cards,

We toast to the girls,

That sees  kindness in us that will splash,

To the child you will carry after condoms burst,

That sees the potential love for structure and family,

Instead of a BMW to trap coeds in coeds' bars,

A mansion at a good address with a pools for kids to play,

That sees our senseless urge to defend,

Throw bottles at any gang of guys at the bar,

Who show disrespect to the girl who is with us,

We do not need our faces anymore cause we caught you,

The other men can't fight they need their faces still...

When we are worried how much the cab guy will charge,

After the joy of kissing and club dancing is done,

we might seem to forget that girl who sticks around,

Or even just gives us a chance,

But she is the girl who drives our Mercedes ten years to come,

On weekends to shops all around and posh bars,

The ones in Hilton and Delarmer Terrance at northfolk,

Were you club as a couple, sip wines and talk politics,

Business and trips to parts of Africa where it snows,

Make fun of the days when we shared pizzas,

And tease each other of the earlier struggles,

talk of the suspensions our kids are getting,

But you chose the path you take my dear,

You will not know what parts of Africa snows,

The cat always gets out of the bag you know,

The longer you wait the fatter the cat gets,

You will be manless at home wishing,

You claimed love to the man with potential,

Waiting for your man to come back home from the college bars,

With his BMW and the pot belly,

With his now old BMW and pot belly,

Besides everyone marries their college mates somehow,

We will remember your past ways hot girl,

Hope we will love you enough to court you still,

Hope we do not find a girl to share the last piece of pizza now,

Who does see the potential in the young man,

Dare you a woman as woman is,

See potential like nine month pregnancies is?

But most thanks to the twenty first century,

Where anything can happen like Oprah has!

One Mans Gold Another Mans Worthless Coin

I need to capture a moment,

Right now in a manner vivid,

As clear as this handwriting style,

There is something about casuals,

Something I completely detest,

Their perfect lack of ambitions,

I once was given a task back home,

To manage things through a casual,

That bastard missed work all the time,

He even might have thought it interesting,

To show up and dodge away before,

He had done any of the chores he is paid to do,

I ended up particularly smelling like chicken shit,

Having to do the work he is to do,

I ruined my priced pair of black driving gloves,

They were so elegant but I had to rid myself of them,

Have you ever had a piece of clothing dear to you,

It got so dirty it had to be washed with vigor,

In eventuality it'd color and fabric got washed out too,

In the thoroughness of ridding it of the farm smell?

You had to throw it away cause you wouldn't trust yourself to resist,

The temptation of wearing it in it's newly found unappealing taste?

I thought he dodged to go work some place,

You see I knew he had a wife and kids,

I understood perhaps he had another job,

He two-timed his working to make an extra buck,

But dear was I so perfectly and soundly wrong,

He dint have another job he was running to,

Thirty minutes into the morning he would show up,

He would leave work undone and run home,

To his place and spend the rest of the day there,

Then would show up at three in the afternoon,

To lie to directly in face of his earlier whereabouts,

He completely ate up my head that man,

I regret why I did increase his salary in an aim to motivate,

But am soberly glad he ended up fired and jobless,

How dare he cause me to ruin my gloves?

And do farm work with my inexperience?

I had another casual right here where I stay,

He cleans up my house and laundry often,

He does a pretty fine job at somethings,

At other things it seems honestly better,

He did not attempt to them even at all,

For he leaves a few things worse than he found them,

In spite of that I do not fire him away,

I in fact call another lady-casual after he is done,

To complete the work that he accomplished not,

I do this because one day he asked me,

To search for a better job for him to engage in,

He would have been a great man that old man,

Had he been given the opportunity to be,

But most of all is the way the man looks at money,

From an un-careful eye you would almost be offended,

He looks at it so keenly you would think it was in scrutiny,

You would almost think he looks at it to determine the notes genuineness,

But from a keen eye you would tell that not it at all,

He is not scrutinizing the note of money,

He holds it with both his hands in appreciation of it's preciousness,

Perhaps he sees it as food a means for rent or his kid's fees, 

He walks away staring at it face down,

watching it clutched between both his hands,

If their was a wall that suddenly appeared he would run into it,

To you that note might be loose change,

But to him it always means the world,

I have over paid him ever since,

If I find opportunity for him,

I will not hesitate to put in a good word for him,

There is always a person who rewards her casuals,

After cleaning up her fleet of cars with pay as big as an accountant salary,

I hope he will clean your fleet of cars one day,

I hope you will be obscenely generous that day,

And if you will not remember to be generous,

Read this and remember what you promised,

One mans gold is another mans coin,

Give the man gold, it cost you nothing!

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The End Never Justifies The Means

Every writer wants to be read, 
Every writer wants to be remembered,
Every writer needs content,
Easy content is scandal,
Scandal is easy and popular content,
I don't want to write destruction,
Words that influence un-good,
With hidden un-clean meanings,
Like those musicians do,
They run after fame,
Leaving a blood bath path behind;
Of lives ruined,
I don't want to write destruction,
But il write scandal,
For that's beautiful,
Real and true,
But my words will not break,
Drive Wills to bad,
But drive hearts to laugh,
Minds to enjoy,
Emotion to be felt,
Compassion to win,
My path to a spot light writer shall be clean,
Not a blood bath,
Something admirable,
Inspiration for humanity,
Inspiration to be humane,
For the end doesn't justify the means,
I'd rather not have it if my path to it is unclean,
There is always another way,
The grass looks greener on the other side,
But is it really,
Look,
Is it really?
There is always another way,
I'd rather not have it if my path is unclean,
For the end never justifies the means.

They say giving is the best therapy

To be bothered...

My ultimate dream shouldn't be gold and rubies,
It should be a heart that's golden and kind,
I know you might think this piece is boring,
Bare with it even though you already yawning,
Our heart follows our minds I hope you know,
How else are dorky glasses cool this days?

Most that is beautiful around us are works of few,
Think about the orphanages and prison cells,
Foundations are started by the very few of us,
So few that those that start it are famous,
They are as famous as kissing,
Even the bonobo ape kisses you know,
No one has ever hoped for bad fortune,
Imagine yourself innocent but jailed for life,
It's like having eyes but unable to open them,
Just close your eyes now and feel that helplessness,
Imagine and orphan child denied all potential,
Imagine a sweeper without a career path to aim at,
Thank the heavens that at least you have possibilities,

Most that is beautiful around us are works of few,
Think about the school loan given to students,
It must have been a thought by one man,
Perhaps a greedy and rich one,
Who got moved by the struggle a voiceless student has,
What would be wrong if you pushed for such a suggestion?
Being a hero for screaming an opinion during a board meeting?
Giving children possibilities and opportunities,
At no cost but just a mere suggestion that blossoms,
Into a government policy that rescued many,
When you think of someone needy don't just think of your pocket,
let yourself get disturbed by the unfortunate,
You already and now have so much power,
To move an ocean at the snap of your finger,

If me and you got disturbed a little bit,
Just for five minutes a day or even less,
I promise you our hearts will start to feel something for the needy,
You want to feel something for the misfortunate,
It's your mind that clouds your heart of this feeling,
The moment you think of someone needy,
All you think that it is money that they need,
We are not asking you to look at your bank accounts,
I know times are hard and most of us are greedy,
Remember the greatest human need is contentment,
happiness makes us forget about our struggles,
Do you know how good it feels to talk and talk?
Everyone attentive and laughing at you jokes?
Sometimes all you need is to be an ear,
Let someone talk there mouths out to happiness,
The moment you think of someone needy,
All you think that it is money that they need,
Has something absolutely successful happened to you?
Your first urge is to call someone and talk about it;
For opportunities are not fortunes  if not shared,
if you were given all the opportunities and nobody,
You will be as sad as nobody has ever been,
So bury your envy and be ready to let the other,
Share their life and fortune in words with you,
For you being human completes their success,

The moment you think of someone needy,
All you think that it is money that they need,
But you are so much more than your wallet,
You are a smile that infects a bored worker,
You are the comment that will lead a boss,
To re-direct his fortunes to a scholarship,
You are the voice that will encourage a child,
To grow up and find the cure to an incurable disease,
You do not have to be a venture capitalist,
To see the potential of the ones around you,
Since you feel pain when you open your wallet,
How about you notice talent in another and direct it,
The moment you think of someone needy,
All you think that it is money that they need,

Thanks to well directed energies we have pills,
Medicines that can chase a head ache like a thief,
Thanks to directed energies we do have rights,
You do realize someone thought it good that,
Your life be protected by a thought out concept?
The right to life? Freedom from torture?
these were merely thoughts you know,
That someone pushed so hard for,
Blood was shed for,
Just so that you and I can enjoy a better life,
No one asks you to shed blood like blood was shed for you,
All we want is a few minutes of your time,
To feel something for someone without,
To feel something for somebody who lacks,
To feel something for your brother and sister,
So that eventually you will do at least something,
That may even seem useless but will be a step,
In the direction to meet what a brother or sister needs,
We are all brothers and sisters you know,
The moment you think of someone needy,
All you think that it is money that they need,

You are so much more than you wallet,
Prove you are so much more,
Do something that will move,
A needy to need-less-ness,
They say giving is therapy,
Try to give,
Tell us how it feels,
Your personal experience.
Giving is therapy.
how comes donators never stop?

Un-Moved By This Is Inhuman- MIS-FORTUNATE YOU

I lay between my purely white soft linen bedsheets,
My cheek got caressed by my fine silk pillow case,
If I were to firt it would smell like a gourmet delicacy,
For I was full, happy, merry and as comfortable as a king
A king would actually bite his teeth in envy,
Money can't buy a good night dream,
That's as far as technology has gone,
We have Viagra and technologies such as that,
But still we can't take something to dream good and well,
In your dream you dreamed,
You dreamed yourself a beggar,
That's how your nightmare begun,
You were lame,
Your shirt was torn and dirty,
Your legs were diseased,
And flies hovered all over,
You couldn't work,
You were a leper,
You had no education,
Even begging seemed to require skill,
You were hungry,
Your stomach touched your back,
You felt envious of the people who walked by in suits,
All there basic needs were meet,
You couldn't even shower,
You had no access to water,
You dint know the feel of a bed,
You've never been in one,
The concrete is your bed,
You hope no gun shots will chase you,
You felt envious of the people who walked by in suits,
They had their shirts pressed,
You couldn't even walk,
The rings they wore could buy you an years supply of food,
But they bought them instead,
You had little ambition,
All you needed was food,
You dint want sex,
All You needed was a bath,
You could see some people cared,
They dropped a coin or too,
You bet some did it for religious reasons,
Some did it off habit,
If you had learnt,
If You could read and write,
You'd convince the world you were helpless and hopeless,
You'd  convince them that You intended not to be born this way,
Id ask them to just for a second think about me even when they see me not,
Not cause of anything can happen to anyone,
But because they put themselves into my shoes,
On the dirty street where people spit,
Watching a fellow human being walking by you in a distance,
Hoping that when they reach for their pocket they wont pull a ringing phone,
But a coin that will add up to the other coins and buy you food,
Perhaps even a mere 1000 shilling note that will change your life,
To buy health care that will end half of your disease,
When you walk by yourself as a beggar,
Don't ignore yourself but let yourself feel like human should,
Be the savior of the misfortunate you
For we are all humans,
We are all one,
Brothers and sisters,
Let's be all human,
To the misfortunate you.

You Not Know What To Live Is

Have you ever meet a beautiful person?
So beautiful you wanted to keep her?
So beautiful you'd never damp her?
I have!
And the first time we meet we sexed,
She gives it to me every time,
How and when I want it,
Not how they give it to you,
Way better,
If they gave papers for performance,
They'd be a k.c.p.e result slip and shed a phd,
So even being a man and shallow I'd keep her,
Just for that,
For men sometimes think with their 'heads',
But more than that she comes with it all,
The motherly words that would bring a wounded deer to life,
Give it hope and make it run even when half eaten by a lion,
She has a way of making you feel you are the man,
Even when your not that the things you want to be she already sees them in u,
She even sees the things you are the things you were so effortlessly,
She makes you feel you infect exists,
And you are the best thing that happened to earth,
You maybe a scum bag but just having one other human being c u...
Really see you...
You see why she is so beautiful and I let her leave not,
Besides at times she runs me breathless,
When she wears those big beeded necklaces,
Totally intone with her big bosom,
The bracelets too that sing around her wrist,
Reminds me of how her lips ring around my loli,
She is the most beautiful thing that exists,
And her coming into my life has been a beautiful experience,
I feel fuller,
We don't date,
But she can't dump me,
And I can't her,
For I need her,
Have you ever meet a beautiful person?
So beautiful you wanted to keep her?
So beautiful you'd never damp her?
I have meet a beautiful Person,
So beautiful am keeping her,
So beautiful il never dump her,
If u haven't you have not lived,
And you not know what to live is,
With her,
My life,
Is,
Full. Content.