The sky
Grey, dark, pregnant
The wind gusting,
Blustery, turbulent
The air
Fresh,
The environment
Hasty,
Noisy,
Confusion all corners
Approaching end of a day,
A rough day.
The birds fly, chirping in the sky
The ants migrate with bits of food,
The children happy, jumpy
Calves, kids mowing and bleating
Finally the rain comes
Finally the drought ends
Finally the prayers answered
The gods respond.
The hasty goodbyes on the roads
No staying late today
No quarrels from the village women
Of girls delaying from errands
Held up by the roads
A drop, two, three
A drizzle
The children and parents join
Rejoicing in the drizzle
Soon it will pour
Prayers answered
The rain finally comes.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Immorality?
Sodom and Gomorrah. The cities that clearly bring out the context of homosexuality in the Bible. I fail to understand the people of Sodom. Of all the things they wanted or admired in visitors was the screwing part? Worse still, male citizens asking for male visitors?
I think the writer of that bit of the Bible must have looked at God and asked, ‘You seriously want me to write this? C’mon don’t you think this is a little bit gay and
lowering the dignity of your angels. *Smiling,* you must be having very hot angels up there! If this is what it did to Sodom and Gomorrah people.
That is no different from the world we live in. The ‘Gold rush’ a perfect example. We want to have a taste of the new flesh in town. No wonder we are dying. We are actually dead a people. We are no more than the animals in the jungle. Sleeping around. Only that us unlike Sodom, are more of heterosexual in orientation than homosexual.
Anyway the world as it is, is no different from Sodom and Gomorrah save for that Lot’s family and pillar of salt story (yes! I know the Bible quite well).
I did a piece on Prostitution sometime ago and emphasized that prostitution is not just of the body involving sex. Prostitution comes in many forms including the mind. The whole prostitution thing means pollution as per that piece hence polluting your mind, soul, and body all qualify as prostitution. Lie, you qualify. Speak sh*t, you qualify, engage in commercial sex, wewe ni member!
Narrowing it down, there are a lot of ‘prostitutes’ in town. Men and women who cannot control their tongues just as those who cannot tame the beast of their loins. Men and women who speak as if they are on a diet of sh*t. Maybe you do not get my picture. Figure out someone who cannot make a complete sentence without the wod f*ck, or sh*t or a**hole. For instance, ‘Shut the effing door’, sh*t I passed the exam, the infamous ‘WTF! Among many others.
I come from a humble background. I was raised in a family where as much as we lived in Sodom. We had virtues and manners bestowed upon us. On top of that, we were advised not to pick vices in our day to day interactions. That sort of thing has helped regulate the behaviors I pick and adopt from my environment. You may or may not agree with me that majority of people who are vulgar to the bone are people who have picked that vice from town. I know people who come from mashinani. But due to exposure, My Goodness! The guys speak like sh*t. the type of people I cannot hold a conversation with because, well, the first thing they probably ask is, ‘How the f*uck are you a**hole?’ smiling at me. It is never amusing! Seriously? How the eff am i?. What is really happening to us as a people? It is as if the more the sh*t you speak, the more versed you are with the life in town. Are we seeing the immorality in society? Or are we blind Bartimeous. Blind to think immorality is walking naked or inappropriate sexual behaviour? I think that is where our problem lies. We have completely lost the word immorality to some few actions and anything that does not fall within that bracket is considered a grey area. Neither immoral nor moral.
Again, from my community (this is not a tribal thing), there exists certain restrictions in terms of mannerism. There is a rite of passage aka circumcision. As you know, this rite of passage marks the clear line between a boy and a man, a girl and a woman. It is not a matter of age. If for instance if Momanyi underwent the cut before me and he is 2 or 3 years younger than me, I respect him like an older guy. That means, I cannot by any chance ridicule him or call him ‘some work of sh*t’ if I am pissed at him. I totally respect him like an elder, somehow. Everyone I went through the cut with also gets some respect like a peer. The younger ones are accorded their respect since they cannot or rather are bound by the rules to respect their elders. Women deserved their respect. It is a perfectly balanced society in terms of respect and mannerism. That is morality. The fact that I do not go around spiting obscenities all over checks my behaviour. The fact that I cannot sleep around because it is not allowed unless I am polygamous, the fact that a man is judged by his hard work and wise words and not his lousy vocabulary.
Urbanization has brought us together. Good! People from different backgrounds sharing ideas. But in the process of intermingling; we have lost touch with our roots. Since not everyone respects their rite of passage, in the confusion of interaction we are left to settle for westernized ways. The sh*t, f*ck and a**holing that exists all around us. The movies have it, the songs have it. Mary has it, John has picked it up too. It is immorality that is so ingrained in us till we no longer see the wrong in it. ‘I mean WTF is wrong with saying WTF!’ That sort of thing.
I think we need to purify our minds, tongues, souls as well as spirit. Not everyone entertains that crap. We need to check our vocabulary as much as no one will arrest us for expressing ourselves the way we do. Those guys who cannot hold the sh*t in their tongue seriously need to look into that. More so the ladies. I am not saying a guy is justified to say all he wants. No one is. But we all agree that society judges men and women differently when it comes to morality issues. Ladies have to be very cautious with the amount of sh*t they say or write. People may entertain it but that doesn’t make it right.
Etiquette is what we need more than anything. To solve the problems of immorality amongst us, we need to start with what we think, what we say, what we watch and finally what we do.
Prostitution is real but again, I am no saint!
‘Have a sh*t free f*ckin weekend!’….We need to change that to, ‘Have a trouble free weekend with lots of fun’.
© Jaqaya
I think the writer of that bit of the Bible must have looked at God and asked, ‘You seriously want me to write this? C’mon don’t you think this is a little bit gay and
lowering the dignity of your angels. *Smiling,* you must be having very hot angels up there! If this is what it did to Sodom and Gomorrah people.
That is no different from the world we live in. The ‘Gold rush’ a perfect example. We want to have a taste of the new flesh in town. No wonder we are dying. We are actually dead a people. We are no more than the animals in the jungle. Sleeping around. Only that us unlike Sodom, are more of heterosexual in orientation than homosexual.
Anyway the world as it is, is no different from Sodom and Gomorrah save for that Lot’s family and pillar of salt story (yes! I know the Bible quite well).
I did a piece on Prostitution sometime ago and emphasized that prostitution is not just of the body involving sex. Prostitution comes in many forms including the mind. The whole prostitution thing means pollution as per that piece hence polluting your mind, soul, and body all qualify as prostitution. Lie, you qualify. Speak sh*t, you qualify, engage in commercial sex, wewe ni member!
Narrowing it down, there are a lot of ‘prostitutes’ in town. Men and women who cannot control their tongues just as those who cannot tame the beast of their loins. Men and women who speak as if they are on a diet of sh*t. Maybe you do not get my picture. Figure out someone who cannot make a complete sentence without the wod f*ck, or sh*t or a**hole. For instance, ‘Shut the effing door’, sh*t I passed the exam, the infamous ‘WTF! Among many others.
I come from a humble background. I was raised in a family where as much as we lived in Sodom. We had virtues and manners bestowed upon us. On top of that, we were advised not to pick vices in our day to day interactions. That sort of thing has helped regulate the behaviors I pick and adopt from my environment. You may or may not agree with me that majority of people who are vulgar to the bone are people who have picked that vice from town. I know people who come from mashinani. But due to exposure, My Goodness! The guys speak like sh*t. the type of people I cannot hold a conversation with because, well, the first thing they probably ask is, ‘How the f*uck are you a**hole?’ smiling at me. It is never amusing! Seriously? How the eff am i?. What is really happening to us as a people? It is as if the more the sh*t you speak, the more versed you are with the life in town. Are we seeing the immorality in society? Or are we blind Bartimeous. Blind to think immorality is walking naked or inappropriate sexual behaviour? I think that is where our problem lies. We have completely lost the word immorality to some few actions and anything that does not fall within that bracket is considered a grey area. Neither immoral nor moral.
Again, from my community (this is not a tribal thing), there exists certain restrictions in terms of mannerism. There is a rite of passage aka circumcision. As you know, this rite of passage marks the clear line between a boy and a man, a girl and a woman. It is not a matter of age. If for instance if Momanyi underwent the cut before me and he is 2 or 3 years younger than me, I respect him like an older guy. That means, I cannot by any chance ridicule him or call him ‘some work of sh*t’ if I am pissed at him. I totally respect him like an elder, somehow. Everyone I went through the cut with also gets some respect like a peer. The younger ones are accorded their respect since they cannot or rather are bound by the rules to respect their elders. Women deserved their respect. It is a perfectly balanced society in terms of respect and mannerism. That is morality. The fact that I do not go around spiting obscenities all over checks my behaviour. The fact that I cannot sleep around because it is not allowed unless I am polygamous, the fact that a man is judged by his hard work and wise words and not his lousy vocabulary.
Urbanization has brought us together. Good! People from different backgrounds sharing ideas. But in the process of intermingling; we have lost touch with our roots. Since not everyone respects their rite of passage, in the confusion of interaction we are left to settle for westernized ways. The sh*t, f*ck and a**holing that exists all around us. The movies have it, the songs have it. Mary has it, John has picked it up too. It is immorality that is so ingrained in us till we no longer see the wrong in it. ‘I mean WTF is wrong with saying WTF!’ That sort of thing.
I think we need to purify our minds, tongues, souls as well as spirit. Not everyone entertains that crap. We need to check our vocabulary as much as no one will arrest us for expressing ourselves the way we do. Those guys who cannot hold the sh*t in their tongue seriously need to look into that. More so the ladies. I am not saying a guy is justified to say all he wants. No one is. But we all agree that society judges men and women differently when it comes to morality issues. Ladies have to be very cautious with the amount of sh*t they say or write. People may entertain it but that doesn’t make it right.
Etiquette is what we need more than anything. To solve the problems of immorality amongst us, we need to start with what we think, what we say, what we watch and finally what we do.
Prostitution is real but again, I am no saint!
‘Have a sh*t free f*ckin weekend!’….We need to change that to, ‘Have a trouble free weekend with lots of fun’.
© Jaqaya
Prostitution: The Complete Story
I own up. It is sometimes hard to finish a piece started and left to be continued. A piece left hanging requires more effort to write than one at hand and so are many things hard to do again once the moment passes. Think romancing! I am just saying. This is because I have to transpose myself to the same state and condition I was then so as to write something to the same effect. I think it’s high time I changed my source of creativity boost. My love for the night is not a recent affair. I have always loved the night. I find it more beautiful part of a day than the day. In that, at night, people are at their real self. No fake smile, all the anguish faced, and all the happiness expressed. During the day, a lot of faces are plastered with fake expressions to avoid a lot of speculation about ourselves. In the night, in those moments with yourself, either in darkness or dim light you have yourself to face. The funny thing, you can lie to the world but not to yourself. You can have all of us fooled that you are okay, trick us that you are having a rough time in life, but wait till the night catches up with you and you have yourself to face.
I doubt whether the same rule applies to prostitutes, of the body of cause. I mean they spend the night (in most cases, unless they are working overtime) anguishing under the custody of ruthless strangers/customers trying to get ‘value for their money’. I think once in a while, like corporate businesses do, contribute to the society, prostitutes should do likewise. Maybe a day of free services or fees slashed to maybe 50%. I am very sure their businesses would bloom and attract more. Do not get me wrong. I do not advocate for immorality in society. I am just sick of people pretending that some things do not exist. I mean prostitution was there in Sodom and Gomorrah. And so was homosexuality. I do not understand why people especially the church act as if it’s out of the world for such to exist. I appreciate the fact that it is abnormal, in my opinion to exhibit such behavioral tendencies, but denying its existence I cannot do. Embracing it is a challenge. Normal is good when we are talking about morality people. I do not know if we will ever accept abnormal but one thing for sure, let’s accept that they (abnormal people) do exist.
Prostitution exists. Young girls in our society are bidding their bodies to the highest bidder. Not necessarily to the one who offers the highest amount of cash but other commodities like ‘love’ come in handy. In my opinion, society has failed to curb change. The Catholic Church, no offense meant, has refused to accept that we are in the 21st century though that’s another topic all together. I could spend hours criticizing.
Walk around, look around. We are all dying. As one Martin Luther King Jr said, “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." Precisely what is happening to us now.
A lot of issues put in one. I have really digresses and also tried keeping to the subject matter. Back to the subject, Once in a while, I urge you to take time and appreciate the night. Admire the stars and the moon, the clouds, the breeze. I am sure you will love it. The night offers the perfect time to meditate, think and evaluate yourself whether early in the night or late in your bed. Spend 10-20 minutes doing so instead of falling like a dead log to your bed and waiting for another day to carry you fake mask across. If you do, I am sure you will sleep a happier person, because in those moments, the people who matter, things that matter, come along in the picture and normally that makes us happy. Repent all your prostitution to the Supreme Being you believe in and if you are a hooker, take a job off and enjoy what you miss under normal circumstances.
Fin.
© Jaqaya
I doubt whether the same rule applies to prostitutes, of the body of cause. I mean they spend the night (in most cases, unless they are working overtime) anguishing under the custody of ruthless strangers/customers trying to get ‘value for their money’. I think once in a while, like corporate businesses do, contribute to the society, prostitutes should do likewise. Maybe a day of free services or fees slashed to maybe 50%. I am very sure their businesses would bloom and attract more. Do not get me wrong. I do not advocate for immorality in society. I am just sick of people pretending that some things do not exist. I mean prostitution was there in Sodom and Gomorrah. And so was homosexuality. I do not understand why people especially the church act as if it’s out of the world for such to exist. I appreciate the fact that it is abnormal, in my opinion to exhibit such behavioral tendencies, but denying its existence I cannot do. Embracing it is a challenge. Normal is good when we are talking about morality people. I do not know if we will ever accept abnormal but one thing for sure, let’s accept that they (abnormal people) do exist.
Prostitution exists. Young girls in our society are bidding their bodies to the highest bidder. Not necessarily to the one who offers the highest amount of cash but other commodities like ‘love’ come in handy. In my opinion, society has failed to curb change. The Catholic Church, no offense meant, has refused to accept that we are in the 21st century though that’s another topic all together. I could spend hours criticizing.
Walk around, look around. We are all dying. As one Martin Luther King Jr said, “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." Precisely what is happening to us now.
A lot of issues put in one. I have really digresses and also tried keeping to the subject matter. Back to the subject, Once in a while, I urge you to take time and appreciate the night. Admire the stars and the moon, the clouds, the breeze. I am sure you will love it. The night offers the perfect time to meditate, think and evaluate yourself whether early in the night or late in your bed. Spend 10-20 minutes doing so instead of falling like a dead log to your bed and waiting for another day to carry you fake mask across. If you do, I am sure you will sleep a happier person, because in those moments, the people who matter, things that matter, come along in the picture and normally that makes us happy. Repent all your prostitution to the Supreme Being you believe in and if you are a hooker, take a job off and enjoy what you miss under normal circumstances.
Fin.
© Jaqaya
Prostitution; The Unfinished Story
I am running stories that i did elsewhere but could not feature them in this blog. Good stories that crack my ribs. Among all the pieces i have done, these seem to be my best. My opinion though!
This post is titled unfinished because i could not finish typing it. i had to dash somewhere but at the same time, i had to write something.
It’s funny that people love the night obviously for various reasons. I love the night for a good reason. I am not a robber or worse a prostitute, either of the mind or body. First let me talk about prostitution before I continue. There is this guy who made my September you know like there is player of the month etc, this guy made my September extra ordinary hence his is worth my ‘September Guy of The Month’. Not because he did anything major worth being noted by a number of people, but because of the way he spoke it out. He came up with this good definition of prostitution as the corruption of something and to that, he added that lying is prostitution. When you lie, you pollute the mind, when you commit anything contrary to good morals; you are a prostitute because you corrupt the mind. Now tell me seriously, isn’t that genius. So as I was saying, I am a prostitute, maybe because in one way or the other I have corrupted my mind and so have you but for sure I am not a prostitute for corrupting the body, but I love the night.
The night offers a transitory from a good to a bad and a bad to a good day. Think about it this way. Yesterday I was disturbed and when disturbed, I disturb my mind by doing metal rock music and yesterday I was lucky because Shem had just brought along Night wish. Awesome Band. I used to do a lot of metal music. That is to mean I used to be very disturbed hence very creative. That’s the way my system works. I need a bad day and bad mental state to think. Find me smiling and am blonde. Haha!
So yesterday night was awesome because I overcame my disturbed state and woke up jumpy. I do not know whether it is a Saturday thing because I do not have classes or its just a double coincidence. Either way it is a good thing. Actually am trying to write this before my flow of writing runs out but I have to go now. Maybe I will put this together, edit it later and write a masterpiece.
© Jaqaya
This post is titled unfinished because i could not finish typing it. i had to dash somewhere but at the same time, i had to write something.
It’s funny that people love the night obviously for various reasons. I love the night for a good reason. I am not a robber or worse a prostitute, either of the mind or body. First let me talk about prostitution before I continue. There is this guy who made my September you know like there is player of the month etc, this guy made my September extra ordinary hence his is worth my ‘September Guy of The Month’. Not because he did anything major worth being noted by a number of people, but because of the way he spoke it out. He came up with this good definition of prostitution as the corruption of something and to that, he added that lying is prostitution. When you lie, you pollute the mind, when you commit anything contrary to good morals; you are a prostitute because you corrupt the mind. Now tell me seriously, isn’t that genius. So as I was saying, I am a prostitute, maybe because in one way or the other I have corrupted my mind and so have you but for sure I am not a prostitute for corrupting the body, but I love the night.
The night offers a transitory from a good to a bad and a bad to a good day. Think about it this way. Yesterday I was disturbed and when disturbed, I disturb my mind by doing metal rock music and yesterday I was lucky because Shem had just brought along Night wish. Awesome Band. I used to do a lot of metal music. That is to mean I used to be very disturbed hence very creative. That’s the way my system works. I need a bad day and bad mental state to think. Find me smiling and am blonde. Haha!
So yesterday night was awesome because I overcame my disturbed state and woke up jumpy. I do not know whether it is a Saturday thing because I do not have classes or its just a double coincidence. Either way it is a good thing. Actually am trying to write this before my flow of writing runs out but I have to go now. Maybe I will put this together, edit it later and write a masterpiece.
© Jaqaya
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Unworried Girl
With the bag on her back
She strolled past me,
Counting the pebbles on her hand
A sum that she couldn’t crack at school maybe
Humming a song I couldn’t quite get
Unworried, nothing in mind
Save for that sum she couldn’t quite solve.
Friday justified her dirty uniform
After all, the adverts read ‘Dirt is good’
A long day’s play maybe
No injuries that would warrant a spank
She’s four or a half a year plus
And she cares not about anything
Other than that sum on her head
No big brother bully from school
The smile shows what a day!
No humiliation at school maybe
Or she had something for mum and dad
A high score in a CAT
That would make them proud
Or a new song she’d learnt
That she couldn’t wait to share
She had no worries
No trouble
A young girl passed by me
And she got me thinking.
© Jaqaya 2011
She strolled past me,
Counting the pebbles on her hand
A sum that she couldn’t crack at school maybe
Humming a song I couldn’t quite get
Unworried, nothing in mind
Save for that sum she couldn’t quite solve.
Friday justified her dirty uniform
After all, the adverts read ‘Dirt is good’
A long day’s play maybe
No injuries that would warrant a spank
She’s four or a half a year plus
And she cares not about anything
Other than that sum on her head
No big brother bully from school
The smile shows what a day!
No humiliation at school maybe
Or she had something for mum and dad
A high score in a CAT
That would make them proud
Or a new song she’d learnt
That she couldn’t wait to share
She had no worries
No trouble
A young girl passed by me
And she got me thinking.
© Jaqaya 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Dumb Moment
I am having a dumb phase. I mean like that time when all your thought just disappear. This one must be self induced or rather i convinced myself over and over again that i am dumb. Well that bruised my hidden ego and sent all my planned posts disappearing in the air. I hope i regain normal brain function within the course of the day because this is pretty serious stuff happening to me.
I think i will cease thinking myself of some degree of intelligence because the situation leading to this state was way below the thresh hold. Man!I'm even finding it hard to comprehend simple statements. Oh! God. I'm going dumb. Mathare! Oh Dear!
I think i will cease thinking myself of some degree of intelligence because the situation leading to this state was way below the thresh hold. Man!I'm even finding it hard to comprehend simple statements. Oh! God. I'm going dumb. Mathare! Oh Dear!
Monday, January 17, 2011
No Company Guys
It comes a time when cops stop busting the ‘bad guys’, a moment when the dirty cops too have to go down. Think Garrett Fowler in White Collar or whoever in your favourite TV series. For a while now, guys have enjoyed a good season when all the writing has been favouring them. But today, it’s the females who get to sit and enjoy the scene as the guys get a dosage of their medicine.
Many years ago, those days I was still going through the wretched 8-4-4 system that did me no good, I happened to interact with this fellow. A young educated fellow who education had gotten out of the village (but could not get the village out of him). To many, he seemed a funny intelligent and someone worth keeping company. To me, he was the total ‘No Company Guy’. He was so irritating, narking, and peskier than a mosquito. I mean he had all the qualities of a 'bad wife'. Damn it! He was the devil incarnate. I think guys should learn that we have surplus of ladies in town and do not need any more of guys behaving like them.
If luck has ever evaded me, then it was during my final year of schooling because this same guy was seated right behind me during all examinations in the examination hall. Had I failed any of the exams, I think I would have justified myself. Someone singing all my wrong choices of songs early in the morning before a paper or making ‘jokes’ that did not seem proper to me made the whole exam exercise daunting.
Well, I did struggle to put through it all and finally finished my course. How wrong I was to think I would never set eyes on my ‘No Company Guy’. After a while, I happened to meet a girl who apparently my guy schooled with way back then in primary. It’s never been harder when you are in the middle of two groups that are grudging against each other. On one side, it was not proper to discuss or dismiss a guy I had schooled with. On the other side, knowing quite well how ladies are, I refused to be tagged along in their confrontations of cause this caused a lot of friction with the lady. I failed miserably in my Peace Keeping ‘Mediation’ efforts. My lady back then wanted my support. My ‘No Company Guy ‘kept feeding me with information that I did not require about ‘You know in class 2 she went out with Musyoki..blah..blah..blah..Musyoki died of AIDS…blah blah..blah.
After about 6 months, I meet this same guy in the company of my good friends. Guess what he asked me first. ‘I heard you called it quits. I told you that girl was up to no good. She’s such a big female dog’! (Ok, I don’t think he said exactly that but he must have insinuated something to that effect.) My friend Collins came to my defense and that’s where my post starts.
To what importance does guy’s personal life matter to another if they are not friend. And by friends I exclude Facebook friends. I mean why the heck would a guy care who I am going out with to the point of giving me sleepless nights with constant calls as if I am dating his sister. I think there are undefined and unwritten rules about being a guy that some people ought to revisit and relearn.
Sitting, discussing and question my affairs is not any of any mans business. Chest thumping about having had sex in the company of 18+ year olds is ridiculous. How does one even start bragging about that?. As if it is international appearance(Caps) for a football team that one gets to floss about the number of appearances he has made proving how skilled a man you are. Sex is awesome, people are different.
The habit of collecting many female numbers on your phonebook and Facebook account and the waiting till you have the attention of friends to start telling us how you know A-Z and how you’ve gotten to the pants of half of them(which obviously is untrue statistically) is absurd.
It high time some guys did style up and stopped writing so many love poems to girls especially Nairobi girls. I have nothing against Nairobi girls but, Hey Chief!. If that worked for Nzula back in Kitui, it will require a lot of efforts to make the same thing work for Kanini in Nairobi. Guys should learn their bounds and relations to the fairer sex. Not every girl wants a relationship with you. Why don’t you get a life? As much as you might be appealing to the company of some of your friends, just be sure they are not laughing at your folly because I am 100% sure that is what they are laughing at. There is nothing funnier than a guy making a fool of himself. So definitely they enjoy you making a fool of yourself. It’s time some guys upgraded their play and game. If you thought girls were daft, think twice. Take a book and revisit your game plan.
All in all, I am urging my ‘No Company Guys’ to just relearn and revisit fundamental unwritten rules about being a guy. I am tired of girls thinking guys are indecent and worse still, I am tired of people coming to a conclusion that where I schooled makes me a similar to my ‘No Company Guys’. We are not the same. I am my own man. Share nothing in common save for the poetry we do. But everyone can do love poetry so actually we have nothing in common.
When a practice cuts though several guys, then it becomes a concern. A major concern
Have a wholesome relearning week.
© Jaqaya
Many years ago, those days I was still going through the wretched 8-4-4 system that did me no good, I happened to interact with this fellow. A young educated fellow who education had gotten out of the village (but could not get the village out of him). To many, he seemed a funny intelligent and someone worth keeping company. To me, he was the total ‘No Company Guy’. He was so irritating, narking, and peskier than a mosquito. I mean he had all the qualities of a 'bad wife'. Damn it! He was the devil incarnate. I think guys should learn that we have surplus of ladies in town and do not need any more of guys behaving like them.
If luck has ever evaded me, then it was during my final year of schooling because this same guy was seated right behind me during all examinations in the examination hall. Had I failed any of the exams, I think I would have justified myself. Someone singing all my wrong choices of songs early in the morning before a paper or making ‘jokes’ that did not seem proper to me made the whole exam exercise daunting.
Well, I did struggle to put through it all and finally finished my course. How wrong I was to think I would never set eyes on my ‘No Company Guy’. After a while, I happened to meet a girl who apparently my guy schooled with way back then in primary. It’s never been harder when you are in the middle of two groups that are grudging against each other. On one side, it was not proper to discuss or dismiss a guy I had schooled with. On the other side, knowing quite well how ladies are, I refused to be tagged along in their confrontations of cause this caused a lot of friction with the lady. I failed miserably in my Peace Keeping ‘Mediation’ efforts. My lady back then wanted my support. My ‘No Company Guy ‘kept feeding me with information that I did not require about ‘You know in class 2 she went out with Musyoki..blah..blah..blah..Musyoki died of AIDS…blah blah..blah.
After about 6 months, I meet this same guy in the company of my good friends. Guess what he asked me first. ‘I heard you called it quits. I told you that girl was up to no good. She’s such a big female dog’! (Ok, I don’t think he said exactly that but he must have insinuated something to that effect.) My friend Collins came to my defense and that’s where my post starts.
To what importance does guy’s personal life matter to another if they are not friend. And by friends I exclude Facebook friends. I mean why the heck would a guy care who I am going out with to the point of giving me sleepless nights with constant calls as if I am dating his sister. I think there are undefined and unwritten rules about being a guy that some people ought to revisit and relearn.
Sitting, discussing and question my affairs is not any of any mans business. Chest thumping about having had sex in the company of 18+ year olds is ridiculous. How does one even start bragging about that?. As if it is international appearance(Caps) for a football team that one gets to floss about the number of appearances he has made proving how skilled a man you are. Sex is awesome, people are different.
The habit of collecting many female numbers on your phonebook and Facebook account and the waiting till you have the attention of friends to start telling us how you know A-Z and how you’ve gotten to the pants of half of them(which obviously is untrue statistically) is absurd.
It high time some guys did style up and stopped writing so many love poems to girls especially Nairobi girls. I have nothing against Nairobi girls but, Hey Chief!. If that worked for Nzula back in Kitui, it will require a lot of efforts to make the same thing work for Kanini in Nairobi. Guys should learn their bounds and relations to the fairer sex. Not every girl wants a relationship with you. Why don’t you get a life? As much as you might be appealing to the company of some of your friends, just be sure they are not laughing at your folly because I am 100% sure that is what they are laughing at. There is nothing funnier than a guy making a fool of himself. So definitely they enjoy you making a fool of yourself. It’s time some guys upgraded their play and game. If you thought girls were daft, think twice. Take a book and revisit your game plan.
All in all, I am urging my ‘No Company Guys’ to just relearn and revisit fundamental unwritten rules about being a guy. I am tired of girls thinking guys are indecent and worse still, I am tired of people coming to a conclusion that where I schooled makes me a similar to my ‘No Company Guys’. We are not the same. I am my own man. Share nothing in common save for the poetry we do. But everyone can do love poetry so actually we have nothing in common.
When a practice cuts though several guys, then it becomes a concern. A major concern
Have a wholesome relearning week.
© Jaqaya
Monday, January 10, 2011
Redemption Poem
My liberation
Soul liberation
Mind liberation
I’m a free bird
Chirping and flying high,
Singing tunes
I am liberated
A free soul.
The dark ages now past
The pain now gone
Mind liberation
No more ‘Today was tough’
‘I don’t wish to live tomorrow’
Mind liberation
I want to live presently,
Want to live tomorrow
Want to live ages to come
Soul liberation, I am a free soul.
The sacrifice worth
The tear shed
The words uttered out of rage
Now free and earn me the freedom
Free my state of mind.
Give me the strength to face myself
Face the tough and daunting situations
‘I feel good! Terererererere
I knew that I would terererererere
Feel good.
Or maybe it is the warming of the heart
Could it be?
My mind now flies through times
Free of distress
The soul searching for peace
The sleep now restful
The face now bright
‘The smile’ now visible
The jokes back
It is my liberation
Mind manumission
Soul emancipation
Its my redemption poem
Won't you help to sing
This poem of freedom-
© Jaqaya
Soul liberation
Mind liberation
I’m a free bird
Chirping and flying high,
Singing tunes
I am liberated
A free soul.
The dark ages now past
The pain now gone
Mind liberation
No more ‘Today was tough’
‘I don’t wish to live tomorrow’
Mind liberation
I want to live presently,
Want to live tomorrow
Want to live ages to come
Soul liberation, I am a free soul.
The sacrifice worth
The tear shed
The words uttered out of rage
Now free and earn me the freedom
Free my state of mind.
Give me the strength to face myself
Face the tough and daunting situations
‘I feel good! Terererererere
I knew that I would terererererere
Feel good.
Or maybe it is the warming of the heart
Could it be?
My mind now flies through times
Free of distress
The soul searching for peace
The sleep now restful
The face now bright
‘The smile’ now visible
The jokes back
It is my liberation
Mind manumission
Soul emancipation
Its my redemption poem
Won't you help to sing
This poem of freedom-
© Jaqaya
Friday, January 7, 2011
That Girl in a dress
Happy New Year! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! That cliché phrase that seems to be getting on my nerves and I can’t wait for January to come to an end. Yes it’s a new year but I’m not necessarily happy because it’s a new year. I have my own reasons. Furthermore, a new year has more challenges and obstacles to overcome and I’d rather mourn about that. So when you come and start telling me ‘Happy New Year’, I feel like puking.
I feel like women really hate this New Year thing. I’m not been biased but it’s just my line of thought. Women tend to be the quite the resolution people. They make a lot of resolutions ranging from losing weight (well a lot of them have this resolutions), to making friends, getting hitched, advancing in careers among other numerous plans. And the reason why I think they hate it is because most of the time, at the end of it all, they are still struggling with these expectations. It’s a disappointing world I suppose. Struggling with weight loss to the point of boiling kales and drinking the soup as a meal (true story) is quite a lot of work and sacrifice done and when no fruits are borne, it more disappointing. I have resolutions to. I mean just one resolution. To love. ( The Male version of it)
I think femininity is a science. (Btw this is not one of those pieces that talk about women. This is just a prelude). Complex a science like rocket science. It’s been ages of existence of the male and female species and as man discovers and makes great strides in research and discoveries, the female species of man still remains mysterious, ever changing. The male species on the other hand, is straight forward (no pun intended)
Probably a great stride the female species has made over the past centuries is to claim its place in society, that in the past perceived women as passive beings. Cooking and bearing of kids being in the fore front of roles of women or plainly, entertaining men.
But women have come out strong and loud like never before. They have fought fiercely to stand tall and have an equal share and portion. And just like that, they even claimed their part in walking tall and majestically in trousers. Just like men. In fact in their saying, ‘What a man can do a woman can do better’, they have taken wearing of pants to a completely new level. Just turn round and look. I bet you will hate to agree with me.
Even though I did not live in the past centuries, I find the previous species well placed society-wise. Not because of their passive nature or servant status or any chauvinistic point of view, but solely because of THE DRESS. I am one of those few people who find women in dresses more adorable.
Everyone has their own preferences, opinion and say about the girl in a dress but in my opinion, they stand out and are feminine. Yes feminine. Though it’s sad that I can’t convince a lady to keep to dresses and skirts all through and that no lady would change her dress code for a man. What a pity!
I once sought to find out why the girls dislike dresses and guess what they told me? Dresses make women vulnerable and feminine! I was shocked! I mean masculinity has its own set of problems. Why would anyone like to look masculine or feel so if they are not. Unfortunately, they did not necessarily mean they wanted to feel masculine and pee on the edges shamelessly like men. They just hate the idea of been the fairer sex and dresses just seem to drive that bitter truth into them. Some hate the girly feeling when in dresses while some hate the discomfort in dresses. Dresses require a lot of skills in sitting and walking around. Women to want to laugh and through their legs in the air I suppose. In a dress, that’s impossible, for a woman who respects herself. Dresses do not make for that allowance. (Throwing legs in the air in celebration)
Sources also told me celebrities prefer trousers (female celebs) on stage because dresses and skirts apparently make them all girly, nice and sweet. I thought that was part of being a woman. That’s why they were mandated with the bearing of kids. Men scare the hell out of kids! And with the recent developments, sweet and nice for male attributes are weird!
The dress is the ultimate feminine feeling. I miss those early days when boda boda riders would strip women in trousers in public claiming it was indecent and provocative. Those days when churches barred women in trouser from worshipping. How thing have changed! Trouser mark the order of the day. Young, Old, tall, short, slim, big, all adorn themselves in trousers. I wish a girl would stand up and make it a resolution to forever keep to dresses. Well that’s just a wish
Happy New Year Ladies!
© Jaqaya
I feel like women really hate this New Year thing. I’m not been biased but it’s just my line of thought. Women tend to be the quite the resolution people. They make a lot of resolutions ranging from losing weight (well a lot of them have this resolutions), to making friends, getting hitched, advancing in careers among other numerous plans. And the reason why I think they hate it is because most of the time, at the end of it all, they are still struggling with these expectations. It’s a disappointing world I suppose. Struggling with weight loss to the point of boiling kales and drinking the soup as a meal (true story) is quite a lot of work and sacrifice done and when no fruits are borne, it more disappointing. I have resolutions to. I mean just one resolution. To love. ( The Male version of it)
I think femininity is a science. (Btw this is not one of those pieces that talk about women. This is just a prelude). Complex a science like rocket science. It’s been ages of existence of the male and female species and as man discovers and makes great strides in research and discoveries, the female species of man still remains mysterious, ever changing. The male species on the other hand, is straight forward (no pun intended)
Probably a great stride the female species has made over the past centuries is to claim its place in society, that in the past perceived women as passive beings. Cooking and bearing of kids being in the fore front of roles of women or plainly, entertaining men.
But women have come out strong and loud like never before. They have fought fiercely to stand tall and have an equal share and portion. And just like that, they even claimed their part in walking tall and majestically in trousers. Just like men. In fact in their saying, ‘What a man can do a woman can do better’, they have taken wearing of pants to a completely new level. Just turn round and look. I bet you will hate to agree with me.
Even though I did not live in the past centuries, I find the previous species well placed society-wise. Not because of their passive nature or servant status or any chauvinistic point of view, but solely because of THE DRESS. I am one of those few people who find women in dresses more adorable.
Everyone has their own preferences, opinion and say about the girl in a dress but in my opinion, they stand out and are feminine. Yes feminine. Though it’s sad that I can’t convince a lady to keep to dresses and skirts all through and that no lady would change her dress code for a man. What a pity!
Sources also told me celebrities prefer trousers (female celebs) on stage because dresses and skirts apparently make them all girly, nice and sweet. I thought that was part of being a woman. That’s why they were mandated with the bearing of kids. Men scare the hell out of kids! And with the recent developments, sweet and nice for male attributes are weird!
The dress is the ultimate feminine feeling. I miss those early days when boda boda riders would strip women in trousers in public claiming it was indecent and provocative. Those days when churches barred women in trouser from worshipping. How thing have changed! Trouser mark the order of the day. Young, Old, tall, short, slim, big, all adorn themselves in trousers. I wish a girl would stand up and make it a resolution to forever keep to dresses. Well that’s just a wish
Happy New Year Ladies!
© Jaqaya
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