If words were to bleed...

If words were to bleed then this day, this very day..,, my pen would be bloating in litres. Sickness is not only a disease of the bedridden as is evidenced by the careless whispers of the illicit mouthed, vultures that constantly prey on our conscience as a people. What are we? is it that we do not see even as rat bites our toes, its like crossing a highway with a blindfold after having seen a truck full of bodies driving   towards us.... its no a pity, in fact I think it makes for such fantastic humor, that which will leave your ribs cracking in your grave, yeah thats right your grave! Go ahead.. engage in the roulette and see if the gun has powder.

Blood, hmmmm! i love the smell of blood, in my steak that is... properly grilled, medium rare to be precise, but hey for some when it flows it shows! shows their might, when our mothers wail, groan in agony, tears flowing freely just as the blood they shed on the day they delivered a son or daughter into this university.... only to fall for a loaf of bread at the hands of vulture who in turn laughs in light.....knowing the bait is born, Nyama Nyama Nyama!...... Nyama! ya Juma nyama! ya Andrew nyama! ya Mama nani Nyama! 

I wish you could all hear it, its like an auction. Where sellers bid for the best, the best blood cutters in the binness! and at this market we all friends. we drink and taste the meat and discuss how good the market is to us. as for the sellers well, lets just say they are easy to deal with all you need to get em is hope, yes hopelessness mess em up and you are in binness! 

Anyway as I was saying my pen would bleed but since it cant, am gonna let it write to you my brothers and sisters.... A sperm does not know language, the ovary only knows the womb... so why merge the two and set them on fire... A tribe is only an acquired state. Theres no day your DNA will read Luhya Luo, Kamba, Kikuyu Or Kalenjin.... If God did not brand you why brand yourself? 

Sarcastic Circ-usm!!!

Sarcasm can sometimes bleed venom, it can be so bad it breeds Fenom-inal instantaneous hatred such as the scenes witnessed across this very beautiful country of ours. It's become so hard to date nowadays since all they wanna know is where she is from. I met her is school that to me is where she is from. This useless connotations and affiliations making reservations and limitations in areas where they had no contributions its just lunatic. Lunacy I say!!, a girl should be allowed to marry a lunatic if she so deem fit.

When I get entangled in this web that is marriage, that is if I ever decide to go ahead and take that dive I will sure have to ruffle a few feathers. First all I see is the N's K's and it is so because I have grown up knowing nothing but brothers sisters and for someone to tell me they cannot make wives just because she's called Njeri or Atieno is outright hypocrisy.

So mum when you do meet her don't ask her her name ask her if she can cook or something of which even if she cant who cares we live in a world where we dial a delivery so what the heck I can dial a kuni and she wont have to go fetching like a homeless hound into the woods. Am just saying we are in a world where we should be allowed to have the right to chose not only who we live with but our way of life as well.

I may be sarcastic but believe me, what I say is fact well at least to me it is, and since I don't give a cockroach what the world thinks am gonna go ahead and just be me. hehehehe!!!

Poetic Lunacy...

Am feeling kinda poetic, here is a piece i did a while back funny how writing can make one so open and vulnerable

I have been sittin here....

I have been sitting here on this table

Scribbling and doodling on this marble

My mind tells me you ain't nothing but trouble

My heart says to not burst that bubble

The sight of that pretty face brings me nothing but marvel

I have been sitting here on this stool

Scribbling and doodling like a bloody fool

I can't even think of setting foot in that school

For most if not all consider me uncool

Your smile to me so mellow and smooth

I have been sitting here on this chair

Scribbling and doodling on how the world ain't fair

Wishing and hoping I would touch that hair

So silky, smooth and full of flair

My heart and soul you literally tear

The thought of you with another man I cannot bear

I have been sitting on this stair

Now its time to get up and prepare

For I the son of the sun is the African heir

To love a queen I have chosen to dare

Beyond my broken heart and its repair

I love you, without you there is no air....

                    .........Olosky

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I See Lunar.....

Its a cold evening, settling down to this so very interesting class, I never thought I would ever be so intrigued by a class that took up my dinner time but this one is a special one. So as  I sit to begin expanding my knowledge on New Media Production it is evident that just as the Lunar sight I see seeping through the window so is my future, brimming with confidence and shinning with a sparkle that would blind the maxi seers and the mono readers.....hehehe!!!! that is how much fun we have learning New Media Production