Where is kenya at 50

There is no doubt we came from far, the struggles and strives have made us who we are.

From guerrila wars with our collonial masters, to having our own government on which replaced the previous masters.

At fifty we all scream happy birthday to you, and many more to come the wishes accrue.

But what do we really have to show for, when others still go to sleep without a roof over their heads.

There is no defining what this is, a list of offences read out and the verdict read is guilty.

Oppression_Guilty
Corruption_Guilty
Violation of Human Rights_Guilty

The list is endless, too bad its a mess, this is what we really hide under the smiles and the rest.

Its about time we change our ways, and this can only be achieved if we all change in the coming days.

Lets all unite and make kenya different, and rid our differences for a new fifty.

We Are One.

Wilted Flower

The thing about flowers is that they wilt with seasons, like love and its many reasons, the lies tilt through greater beyonds, no more forever and afters, illusions of joy and laughters, corruption of sons through daughters and the decay of whats moral and upright.

A flower has many colours, but its only on decay that one would see its true worth, long after the price is sought, it is revealed its worth in rot.

Our First Kiss

I remember the first kiss, though not exactly our first, but it was the first we shared, so beautifull I still miss... 
Those beautifull lips so close I couldn't wait, I even wonder was it luck or just by fate...

Your hand in mine set the mood for this day,
What a wonder to hold someone this way...
Almost freezing with you beside,
Your lips ever closer I had nowhere to hide...

And when I reached your lips, You tightened the grip,
And the moment came and we had our first kiss,
My heart melted, and I was filled with bliss...

Tried so hard, but I couldn't open my eyes,
for a moment in your arms I felt like I died..

Our first kiss, I would never forget because It reminds me of a moment that is just perfect....

Dear Sleep

Dear Sleep,

It's been a long day without you and I miss the fun we had, You've always indulged me so much, everytime that I crawl in bed,
But I always have to leave you whenever the sun hits my head,
And for that I'm sorry and I hope our love won't fade..

I hear you've not be so well since the last time we were together,
And I hear you calling my me coz my eyelids keep on coming together,
I promise I won't be late,
Coz I know how much you hate,
When we don't spend quality time,
Since i've got to be up by nine..

Well I just wanted to let you know that you're not far from my heart,
I still and will love you forever, that's until the alarm clock breaks us apart.

Love Always.

Me.

Types of Love

There are loves that fades away with years..
There are loves that bring back memories or tears..
The kinda love that through anything it still adheres..
And that's the love i've always held dear..

There are loves that will never bring you happiness..
There are loves that will leave a man hopeless..
These kinds of love are always pointless..
And because of this one ends up heartless.. 

But there are loves that will always be true..
There are loves that will never argue..
The kinda love that will forever grow..
And that's my kinda love, if only you knew

Random Acts Of Kindness

A random act of kindness is defined as a selfless act intended to cheer up an individual or people.. But how random is it that you fail to notice the poor begger on the street but you see that cute lady struggling with her enormous shopping bag? Is that random.. You fail to not help the old lady cross the street but you give your extra pen to that one who's about to give your best friend her number.. Just how random are your acts I fail to understand this definition.. Do you choose to randomise these acts? Or do you do percentages and averages as in only beautifull women deserve my acts of kindness is it so? I just hope that wont get you laid and when it does may you contract aids.. Check yourself and live a well thought of life.. Goodnight you all

The prayer-fool gambler

I've never understood why I gamble.. See i'm always entrapped in my safety bubble.. So I wager I bet.. and to My knees I pray that today I'll be lucky albeit..

I wonder why I always lose, or is it that gambling is one ancient roose. Coz i've lost thousands of moneys. Sometimes it's just funny, how never will I ever earn some cents.

Once again today I've done did it.. Called my bookie.. And placed my bet.. With a bible on hand am waiting for my chance to walk away with cash i've not earned.