Come ye Downtrodden

bleak....bleak........bleak

Its hazy, i think my metabolism has slowe down, Father from youth centre says its all gone be fine. How fine, when the world sleeps and here, we are awake.........in the church compound......its all awake........awake when morning comes, awake when morning goes. Spirits are low, and the difference between night and day looks like the difference between before we went for chose and after we chose, .......... build our nation, we love our nation.......

Heck if I dint have any management tips in my head I wuld say, motivation should not be a mangaerial tool, squeeze, turn, hike, life and drop..thup!...thup!....... then build the nation!

Am mixed in my feelings, part of it says you know survivor is a word for those who make it, no matter what......then the other part is failing me, derailing, like in a bottom of the pit, down down i go, but am the nation, those childs playing in the church compound they are the nation, the pieces brake, and no nation comes, no nation stays.

Sounds in my head, and bad sights.....of deep wounds cut..cut...cut......then fear...then silence...slash...slash...slash.......then you have to be calm......lets build the nation. You do it, my nation is the in the compound, lost without homes, sleeping out in the cold, some cuts, some slashes, some holes there, hole here......yet on the green side..... a burger from Steerrs, a pizza from Nados, life is back to normal, its all calm.......situation contained........its not situation..its generation contained.........the nation sleeps..the nation wakes.......all is calm, we are NORMAL again!! HURRAY!!

A Kenyan Piece, Peace for Kenya

I didi not have any idea that my chicken christmas was gone turn out so ugly, for grave sake I was in a bus on eve just to make sure I got to get home ......this time not for christmas.......to vote!
And vote I did, but maybe that is my biggest mistake, voting, in return I have not slept for almost two moons now.....there is no winking ither, all of us no sleep, if we do we do it in shifts, and even if we sleep, we dont breathe normal, its low...very low...so that no one hears , on other hand it gives us the chance to listen to any anomalies outside.....and outside men keep vigil. Everyone fears something, but the thing to fear most is the unknown. There was so much hatred out there, we hate them, they hate us, we hate each other......but it come to know good ather than fear goes up, we fear them, they fear us, we fear each other...yet I knew Mama Mboga since I came to live here, I know Mama Fish, I know Aunt Nera, I know Maich wa Makaa, I know Kalonzo wa Duka, and this madness going around all becoz i vote, I refuse to vote again, I refuse to choose, i refuse to decide........... if only to prevent all this madness, coz all those people at the top dont know our neighbours..........
We have not sold no fish, no thing, hunger bites, and Aunt Nera says we all have to lne up for relief food.
I come from village and everyone guess is that village life is the lowest of them all, but lining up for that releif food and fighting for it, is the lowest have come, its demeaning, humiliating, and pathetic, if not for lack of choice, I wouldnt line up, but this is how far we have come, almost to nothing, yet we can still save this Nation......... Peace , a Piece for us!