Pen Ejaculation.

Poetry My darling
Why are you so seductive ?
You are so convincing
More very enticing

Better though exhilarating

I exalt you with my notepad
I salute you with my Signature,
Use you in all my weddings corals

My pen knows your nudity

As my mind expel my insanity

With pure bliss
I  still miss, this please.

Beach Whispers

I miss the murmur of the ocean currents
I miss the upwelling of the clashing waves
I miss the whispers of the mesmerizing swirling wind
I miss the solace of the oceanic islands
I miss the waters splashing the reefs
I miss the peace of mind it all brings
I miss the blueness of the surface
I miss the sweetness of the whistling palms
I miss the clarity of the beach sands
I miss the oceanic drives

I miss ...I miss ...I miss
The nakedness of the waters
The psychological therapy I get
The emancipating vision of the seascapes
The tantalizing aroma of life
The naturality of life forms
Sweet memories of water lifeforms
I miss ...I miss ...I miss

I miss the hopeful sun rising
I miss the playful kingfishers
I miss the scenic child plays
I miss the crawling crabs....
Life in the coast....
Life in the beaches
Life in the sea
I miss everything
The Doctors of my life.  

Life anticlockwise

Chilly morning with silly appetites
Easy resolutions with messy institutions
Scorched thrombosis drowned paraphernalia
All a Juiced she-mania with sexy lingerie

Sumptuous Goal with tainted will
Malicious zeal entangled in lush hogwash...
Trash clash in sorrowful ganglia
Brainwashed dimwits
Encysted moron
Corroding humanica
Living a chaotic chest thumbing...

Hysterical ululations
A petite flimsy mash
Decimated prolifism
Undulating contour contract
All stacked in greedy individualism
Atoned by corrupt capitalism

Mheshimiwa mentality
Castrating human vitality
Posing fertility fatality
agonizing human reality
With wealth uncertainty
Whistle blowing beings insanity.

Deflate Inhumane

We care a lot, we share a lot
We wear out serving  the lot
We dare  dear life's daily slot
For they accuse refuse n misuse

They are non of our business
They are never part of our life
They take our concerns 4 granted
They spill hell,they shell fume spell

A duty, a call, a concern
We are wired simply this way
No way, we can't shy away
Word are the sword for life...

Seek glory not praises
Remain meek and sleeky
Strength is not a street trophy
Life test leaves you stinking

Do Right... Just to the right
Don't fight for what doesn't deserveth
Shut when necessary..
Watch n learn conclusively

Traitors are dangerous
They serve you delicacies
To starve your brilliance
They smile in awe as secret bait await

IRL

A fat belly, a tucky jelly
Stormy daily, a rough saily
Below the tally, crowned the rally
Uncouth dolly, exponential folly.

Early morning, dull calling
A mourning owl, monotonous foul
Stall up the call, scale into wellness
Rally into glory, sorry for the roll toll

Daily stance, a life chance
Don't change, don't wedge
Terror is a serious humanity error
Horror,stunned in life collar

Look at their mystery
Nuanced poly
Embedded in holy stature
Lean learn win.

mr i_CON

I met the Worlds CONmen ,
At the CONference,
CONcluding the CONtends,
Of the CONflicting agenda.
I was so disturbed as they CONtracted
n CONfused clauses
CONstricting  human rights
Hence
CONsolidating CONflicts... 

Its the world of the CONfident
COUNcil  CONstructing
Robust misCONceptions bombshells
The i_CONic Mafia
Wake up Africa
They have CONfirmed their outright Malice

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

Graduation Tears that Abort a Pregnant Dinosaur

Days flipped as I witnessed the outrageous malice in the wonderful world as they brand it. I watched; I played; I slayed; I swayed yet answers seemed continents apart. My graduation       drew near; all along my dearest friends and comrades muted for sure. It was like a pure satellite disconnection. Friend vocabulary was breached like a decaying carcass. Israel, France, Aussie, South America to China some flew for further studies. Corporate world selective  affinity to the who is whose son or daughter.my peasant hood dichotomy betrayed me; outright lacking any efficient effective circle that could otherwise fertilize a healthy connection for an opportunity to show up. I slayed, stranded and reverting backward home. The simmering mirages of a deserted Kambaland clearly blurred my hopes. Communal pressure drew its fangs closer and sharper. Every granny and teenager posing unanswerable questions. I felt a failure for once; for all of them sort me as their aggregate Savior. All the same I can’t allow the current situation pin me down

All along the graduation heat and fun was boiling furiously until it almost spit out of my control. The community wanted to know where,when,and how the big party will take place. Deep down all the jittering ululation and happiness proved how malicious the world was. Family friends providing crates upon crates of beer, with a motorcade already prepared for my homecoming. This was the ultimate time for my entire community to have a glimpse of the magnificent rift valley. A recreation option already ripe after 10 yrs. of village immobility. “Wamama wa chama” provided a chance to have a marching suit made from the famous Mijikenda Kitenge. Their faces full of hopes and their mouth springing …waterfall of blessings, good luck and amazing wonderful wishes #savior has been born, they all branded!! The most awaited trophy was already here.

            Million questions kept poking my mind. Daunting and tainting my future prosperity. Hopeless now was a carnal wedge address. No deal maturing. No vacancy valid for me. No job coming my way. Friends of friends. Family friends all enjoying my success, spending hundreds of thousands to have fun yet they all scorn my quest for a job offer. an insult blade dung deeper .

            I felt better …I grew bitter… PR-friends were my ultimate devils. Tactically sugar-coated in smiley emoji faked faces. Their emoticons lacking discipline and practical validity, day drew near. A single day I will celebrate with them and forever desert my life like plague. These are the immediate enemies stalemate…kaa rada; watasherehekea nawe; watakuhepa wewe. Am already preparing the after-party speech... they migh all hate me but I would rather slap them with truth than spare their outright intentional pretense.

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

madafu Diani

Traveling  Through kenyan coast ...enjoying  life every bit of it.

nature remains fascinating...Kwale was supper

swahili leso inspired by kenyan artistry

The mangroves had some compassionate company.....

kenyan rural life is just so amazing ....living for humanity

Narudi Nyumbani...coastal Boma

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Mombasa Raha ....kwa Raha Zako

welcome to Diani#kwale county ...lets have fun over and over again ....Diani beach is the place to die for, plus the numerous islands south coast its always a dream land

oceanic therapy will always keep you away from the dermatologist ...A must Do!

mahaba kwa raha zako!!utaweza?

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you