Celebrating "the Queen Of Africa

The seas are praising

The ocean currents are hugging passionately

The birds are singing heavily

And the wildlife jumping up n down

The cuckoos are in choirs

Harmonizing the rhythm

Of the happy birthday choral

To a Gorgeous woman

The trees are swinging better

The winds whistling sharper

The harp of new beginning

Happy birthday to a wonderful soul

Happy birthday to a great mother

Happy birthday to the Queen of Africa

Yes, and more we celebrate you

All the kindness you have extended 

A big thank you for the souls you have touched

Blessings be upon your life forever

And may you never lack

May your pockets overflow

Your family is vineyard of special gene

May God surprise you in a million ways

More in special ways

Africa loves you,the World Salutes u

We give thanks for your zeal and efforts

To your undeterred passion for improving humanity

May our Lord replenish your Energies

May He make you Healthier Everyday

May His favors trickle like falls water

And with a broad smile

We sing “Happy Birthday to You”

May you live to blow 1001 candles

May you live to witness the fruits of your efforts

Thanks for putting a Smile to HUMANITY

©GKatolo 2017.....@Thank you

That special Scar

She is pregnant
With hope for survival
A vengeance that throb deeper
After endurance of the rough cut
Bleeding the tears of traditions
Seedlings of persona injustice

As she wailed,
My heart soothed in praises
Relaxing to the joy
A new queen has been crowned
As the cock crowed I sealed her cork
Scavenger at dangers...they ululated

They robbed my gold string
The pearl of my womanhood
And the pride of my personality
Its now rotting in the garden of traditions
Oooh! Why why why....
I feel empty I feel flat...its that harsh.

These women raped me off my dignity
The scrapped all that made me high
Under the deafening pains of the dying candles
I could feel their shadows scrabbling
Feasting on the only treasure I had
Cannibals of humanity, disgrace to purity.

They said it's only the highway
Of acceptance n livelihood
A trace back to the roots
And in humiliation I sustained
The scar star of my vigilance
NEVER! NEVER! NEVER AGAIN.

Where is your Daughter?

Where is your daughter?

In the busy streets!
Exploiting the last bits?
Of her wits ?
To make ends meet?

In the break of the night
She shines so bright
You may take this light
But she is freezing on sight
Trading the to finality her dignity

Pantiless and braless
she crisscrosses the city
No pity everyone wanna drink in her city
Exposing the most sacred
Breaking all commandments
Covenants so hard to honor
Under the pressure of survival

She lures n ensures
all these men assure
As they insure her 
Satisfaction of the stomach
Storm arc of her lifestyle

As u snore to the drowning dreams
She shouts to the pain of the pin
As you overturn on bed
she overturns her body in-turns
As you frees you boobs to flow
She draws tighter to the squeezes
As you bend to pray
She bends over for prey
As you pull your blankets over
She rolls her skirt shorter
As you wake into the morning glory
She has been driving this lorry all night
Dripping in wetness of toughness
Freezing in the numb cold all night
Spreading wider her Red sea
For all fisherman to row

She knows all the doctrine
She dresses best in the latrine
She has even acting
To the cannibals of survivals.
Low and Crow  this ain't all...
Beauty plus hopelessness
Sweet city plus pity
Dirty  party without witty 

Who is to blame?
MAMA ! Where is your daughter?

I dont give a F*** am Black...

         What comes into your mind every time you think of Africa? Is it poverty, monkeys, famine, desperation or massive resources? Many narratives have been perpetrated by different visitors from different diverse region who expose a whole load of infused confusion, shallow content and intended nuisance with sarcastic portrayal of our golden Africa as a wounded lion in the middle of nowhere. Most unwanted uncouth stories have been told over and over again, ranging from the worse to maddest. All, a product of the massive ignorance and shallow contextualization of realities. Facts never lie; and dating back from the pre-historic times the same story-tellers sum up as the intimidators of the ~Africans they talk ill about. They enslave Africa to date. 

                             They stole all our precious pearls, came up with new tactics of fooling our fore fathers all along poisoning their soul to a point that they all were under a stinging bondage. They took everything and even now they still assume we are blind not to realize their dubious deals and easy blackmails. Currently they are wooing our learnt friends with enticing scholarship; ending our enlightened fibre, hence dooming all Africans to the last in the literacy index.

                         Our wildlife they kill for charity. At the same time they confuse our leaders with cheap diabolic heaped aids which benefit more the sons and daughter of the heavy bellied politician, who have nothing to lose at the expense of a community. Our children they defile at will, to win pornographic fame. All along; all along. We watch in silence as our grannies decay in the toil soils of slavery in their farms, as others are numbed daily by the cold night trying to get a nap in between nowhere protecting billionaires sons & daughters and properties. They extend the nuisance by publicly denouncing our peaceful existence with mass killing in some states. Police brutality a reality beyond intervention.

                          Am bright, I already know their enslaving lingo, am sharp and am invincible.  A voice from the ghetto. We must stand up for Africa. We must stand for the blacks. We must reclaim our glory with no worry or sorry. We must take up the role seriously, accept it dutifully; that it’s within our means to tell he true story about Africa.

                          From the preserved cultures, grazing wildlife, amazing nature, wonderful tradition and customs as well as our uniqueness to the humming forests. We must stop the devil. We must spot the wolf among the sheep. No sleep… team courage.  We are a powerful continent, an amazing fabric of humanity, peaceful and amazingly loving. Am forever indebted by my continent to keep it safe, natural and pure. I stand for a growing continent … lovely people. God bless AFRICA

 
                                                                        ©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

An empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

I saw a clip,  that whipped my soul into  tears,

The real absurdity of poverty hopelessness

And the real monster; rampant food insecurity

Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  

An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

I was moved into  tears, seeing a woman bury a baby

Who just waved us good bye, for he had no choice

He had no voice, except worry of the excess noise

Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  

An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

Malnutrition, poverty vicious circle, 

All these are true drills in Africa's Flesh

Unless we stand for Africa; Humanity is Meaningless

Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  

An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

 5 meals a day, a miss no way

Yet they  had 1 for 5 days ...with drops of water for a stay

No option, no  action extreme exploitation of an entire nation

Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  

An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

Lifestyle diseases are racing fast, yet Odiek is having a lifeless-style

Hoping for relief....when the rains don't relief

An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  

An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

They say dont Give them fish, teach them how to fish

Too bad they stay fishy and expound brain-drain

The only last hope of the community; thwarted reality.

Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  

An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

The gluttonous political hyena had more then enough

Puff passing the excess to the Queen Dog; the monster pig 

Who has a monthly appointment with the pet doctor

Yet they rob the last coin of food for all kitty

Its absolute pity

Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity, Feed a Soul, Feed AFRICA!  

An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

 

A thank you is more than enough

The perfect quench of happiness

And the affirmation indeed it was not by our will.

If you healthy and living, say thank you God!!

Its A dream to many, who sincerely have no any or penny

Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  

An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

1 million reasons to say Thank You Lord

days fly...hours decay

but do we remember to say

thank you  Father

blessing are flocking our way

Sufficient Grace spreading

thank you is marvelous To ignore!!

Woke up healthy

had meals on the tables

God gave you more chances

to survive not suffer

and all you do is whine!!!

look around  you 

more than 1 million reasons 

to say thank you stare at you

fairness is never a guarantee

measure of life Quality  is purely brutal

happiness plus greatness mismatch

on the highway of glory.

1000 are confirmed corpses 

Be glad your heart still beats

be Gloriously Thankful

For Our father is amazingly Loving

 

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Its My Graduation

                      Am grateful to life for the sweet orientation. Sweet orientation of feeling loved and feeling love. Sweet feeling of intermarrying ma world en yours. Sweet feeling of talking to u beautiful people. Damn,so many swt things that have been. Its rather dawning to me painfully that same life is taking u from me again.Telling me that u and me got to try it somewhere else. So unfortunate that am not gonna see u frequently and talk to u.The few that have had a chance to talk to, even those a didn't talk to, it felt awesome around u people.We have been a family.

                For the many lunch break we have dined together.for the many trips we ave done together.for the many lessons we've attended together.the many group discussions we've gathered together, I can't fathom the fact that there is gonna be no more of this soon as we part.From the stupid jokes we cracked en laughed at to the more serious ideas we have shared,damn!am gonna miss u guys.There is no hope lost though,am certain we gonna bump into each other,the provision that the world is a small village makes me hold onto this rather fading hope.A must say we've taught en learned a lot from each other. Lessons that could bring the change that we've all longed for.the change to better our lives.Am certain and pray also that life holds the best for u all. God bless u abundantly, May He  Bless US ALL

 ©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Church Boy..Beware!!!!!!!

Dear church boy? What has taken you so long to mature up? With lady goodies flaunting and flirt all your way, who do you blame for your emotional orphanage?

The first day in church, and every other lady sees an awesome responsible dude in you not until months later after a close magnetic interaction proves you as a mere infant in Love Circles living utopically in fishy fashion goon-ship terribly lacking any key component of a gentleman. You are pathetically malnutritioned in vocabulary ingredient...Ladies said..."style Up"

Whats wrong with you, cant you see that lady is not your sister? Don't you realize her dire effort of capturing your attention>? Too bad, you always put her a bay with the lets pray slogan and she is already nauseated by  the fake brother-sister relation :deeply bleeding Love...Love...

 Come on, march your outward sharpness, synchronize it with your witty bro!!! Cant you see Mary,Njeri,Winnie,Chelangat,Akinyi,Jaber all are glued at you? 2-3 years down the line you are still an island, miserable and lonely..hahhah Nincompoop!!

Lets face facts...

Bad-boys are always best ladies carnivores,masters of art/words and miners. They tell ladies what they wanna hear. Do you know that,,,,Ladies want a man who can fully charge their emotional vacuum, someone to caress their hearts, minds and feeling with sweet magnetic words that give them butterflies to a point they don't realize chakula inaungua..someone to make them feel like a queen not prisoners....Ooh and for the few wolves in their...Get the hell outer that mess.

Mind you suits plus public speaking is not a ticket of winning any ladies heart...put your shit together and man up!!

"I spent time with you till late night yet all you know is tha guitar note...Ouch...please proof me wrong..for i love, care and need you!,She testified.

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

my life is suffocated

WHO WILL EVER FILL THE VOID IN ME? This statement was so disheartening and made me drop tears. I looked at my closest pal narrate her story and deep down I  felt scorched. "Being born in a billionaires family is not a ticket to happiness but like any other living soul its a personal decision/choice to be happy" she concluded. FYI  the worst thing that ever happens is being yoked in families nasty deals which its never by request but the only option in the bargaining table. This leaves you encircled in a certain cocoon which you cant come out of. My freedom is never guaranteed and ironically my security guard knows where, when who and what am gonna do next. "I miss me… I miss playing in the muddy grounds of African soil. I miss visiting/hanging out with my friends anytime I deem right," she emphasized.

As i was listening to my girlfriend narrate her story i was left asking, "does she ever know how many people wish to be like her, funniest of all; does she know how many people are so jealous of her life?

I have never lived my life. I don't even think their is such option for me to redeem my life back to normalcy. Having a gun requires licensing, whereas to me its a play toy. 

Loneliness has made me anti-social. I cant connect with people one on one as i may wish to... At times my legs yearn for a stroll shockingly nonetheless all our fuel guzzlers are always fully fueled and a standby driver ready to take me from shopping, class,down-town and games. i have sophisticated gadgets.. yes i do...the latest apps and gadgets. but am not happy anyway...my life is so suffocated... dad , mum its time you let me go... 

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you