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

Dear King Remember you are raising my wife....

Who is raising my future wife?

The aloe taste in my tongue oozes insanity, foul fury and disgust to the revelation that I just made another serious life mistake. If beauty was a person I could immortalize her into a statute and mount her on my heart whereas if sexy was a lotion then I could prescribe for all plumb women out there.

Am talking of angel angelica a princess I met the in Livy suburbs’ of the cool Nyali estates of Mombasa. Luck can’t fully capture the change of events that materialized into a love candy crush! A game that has cloned my persona. A true testimony; men love by seeing while all ladies loves by hearing! The sweet ocean currents of romantic words coupled with a million seductive gestures imprisoned the Qatar native in to a pure love zombie. All men are true poets, with their lyrics caressing the deepest edges of any lady sinking her into a love trance; a comma of love dogma!! I believed.

I was not ready to surrender although she thundered with powerful dosages. I was hesitant, our social status never rhymed at any point. They were cliffs apart. I wanted to jump off the hook but YOLO kept inspiring me.

Innocently obedient,  I was not ready for the drama that had started erupting day after day unveiling the nasty cannibal of life. Money attract money but also love spurs love. It was that complex. Life threats came flying and flashing from all corners. I missed for once my peace of mind which was drifting away every beautiful day that passed by. Juicy love turns a sour love circle. Angelica was not ready to let go while on the contra the family was not leaving any stone un-turned. I saw fathers’ fury, I witnessed mothers’ desperation and at the same time I was basking at the comfy compassionate arms of a princess’s love. As a total orphan I wondered how world had coined its cruel fangs on me! What wrong did I do to deserve all these animosity?

The dawn of the much speculated but unexpected so soon splashed live threat crushing  me on a Monday morning while relaxing at the cosy garden of my village hut. The boys in blue abducted me and ferried me to an unknown destination. I was artificially blind for 3 days. The serious slashes on my body gave me a burning sensation that was uncomforting. I was abandoned in a deserted area. No biota survived in that area. The ranging mirages were the only visible phenomenon at my vicinity. NO people, NO life NOTHING!! This was my 96th hour without anything for my crumbling stomach. All my taste buds had been dwarfed.

At a distance i spotted a crawling insect that was so malnourished but I sought a meal from it. I walked miles upon miles on very hostile environs. I wrote this on my 108 th hour sipping  a cold drop of the numbing morning dew of AHBRAT... Hoping the next 40 minutes will unfold the glory of success after a taunting nightmare sandwiched in a love miasma.

Dear King Remember you are raising my wife so relax an take a chill pill.

 

 ©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Juicy 411...Botch-kid mother~love

Dear career woman,

Heavens and earth are daily celebrating the glory of your success. They rejoice to the fact that our Almighty Lord gave you a philanthropic heart such that your generosity remains an unmatched puzzle of all time; Every time. Please could you remind me of the last charity event you attended? Yes it’s pretty gorgeous that it was not at all in vain to clinch your current status and position. A mother, a woman Rep, A True Leader. A force to reckon.

Few distinct features caught my attention and keep imprisoning my imaginations to the fact that your habitual attitude is glamorously a stance of confidence, self-assertion and satisfaction. Oh your wardrobe is immensely rich, as your face is entirely pimped with superfluous layers of expensive concoctions to make you glossy and iconic from a distance. Well KUDOS!!

They say the higher you go… (Help me) find the answer to this confusing phrase for I can’t comprehend the right jargon to effectively fill the idiom. I have met many, the decision makers of crucial executive meetings, with big portfolios that I can’t fully capture in the limited word characters within A-Z. They are extravagant sassy spenders’, but whose business is it? Am left shut and deeply locked in the thought synthesis.

               Let’s face the buffalo head on! Am a son of a servant; a peasant farmers son was the best my bursary description could ever have for me to at least get a chance to be considered for fund allocations. Ha! But where in the deserted scorch Kamba land could anyone find any farmer? All the same irony got its right chance but am grateful to those who made my life a happy mission. Happiness is the ultima of life. Many argue its money or riches which with a lot of humility I don’t deny but then again, better reasons are chocked in the converse of inhumanity.

                Dear mama your botch is your sons/daughters best ally; 411… s/he even called her Mum before you. Tell the entire world how this feels realizing someone of  a lesser social class than yours is gloriously crowned  the mother of the son or daughter you went around carrying for 8 plus months even without the  shame that you had unprotected sex!!! What happened to the automatic Mother-child fibre that’s so powerful than Faiba? It’s a sad truth to deal with, for you value your job at the expense of your only family turning out to be a pathetic, egocentric monster living a utopic lifestyle. Do you ever account for the countless dinners your immediate family refuse your dishes due to it insensitive dietary Quotient disposing your weaknesses to your immediate when your house help goes for leave? Your hubby keeps worried if you were a fallen Avocado from moon or another arrogant ignorant daughter of a reputable Billionaire trying to achieve a living? On a lighter note, did you ever play Kalongolongo?

Dirty dishes, excess left-overs, messy room and living a quarrelsome life that your friends’ friends are even scared to associate with you. To worsen the situation more, you have bought very expensive cologne, sprays, perfumes and deodorants to keep you fresh; nevertheless the checks and balances never rhyme to the desired proportions; Sugar-coating a rotten habit is a useless expensive endeavour that exposes your pathetic life styles.

Oh please mama, you have a posh spacious mortgage, then again what’s up with the million crawling micro-organisms breeding in your home?

At the age of 14, your daughter is aware of all dull videos such that she gets blank skirmishes at daytime due to the unwanted exposure to free Wi-Fi and very fast speed gadgets that you rarely limit the freedom of access. Her dress code leaves young energetic boys filling puzzles of how fast they can trace the honey well of your daughter…"my dress my  choice" (polite request)Please mama, be a role model to your family. The wind at time intentionally exposes her nudity due to the disgust she exposes in the name of fashion. Your son is so rude to a point that he is not even scared of the Boinnet boys with at times looming in the confusion of need, weed, greed or breed?

In the supremacy of your hard earned glory is an incubated immortal; destroying your reputation and usefulness. Offering divorce as options in the search of miss independent!!! Look now. You got moola and peace is in its last pieces, sarcastically crushing you into a pathetic being.

This was never an attack. It was a simple reminder. No matter the position, no matter the class, no matter the income, you are gloriously honoured to be a mother. Please maintain your integrity and enjoy a happy life with hope that ignorance will be the last vocabulary in your tongue. I love all mother; for it’s because of them that we are.

Dear mama, you are raising someone’s wife or husband, please do it diligently and may the will and grace of our Wonderful Father Lord Al Mighty be upon your lives. 

©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