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.

Blacks in Redpool ..

From their cries ,wails and pains
Our forefathers, we can't ignore further
Dying in toils, as beast of your gardens
Ruthless souls, yet you still want us forget?
Forget !!! Recall the boats that capsized
Consuming millions of our grannies souls
Its still fresh , in our flesh
The ships n whips, their sweat ;it lives on
Get hungry or bury your ill behaviors
The executions n manipulation; still lives on,
You took our land n squashed our freedom
Enslaving our traditions, n lifestyles
Chronic Phonies with inept treaties
Experts of falsehood n threats

Your deeds bleed deeper
In our veins once again
All in vain and the pain
So plain will soon fly into your plains
Their wrath is a path we can't stun
Indeed read this creed
Before advancing your greed.

Granny knows best

Granny knows best
How dreams decay with time
How helplessness is worth
How miscalculation is heinous
How poor choices cost
How ignorance is fatal
How persistence is important
As well as hope...

Granny goes slow
Tactfully n always sure
Takes chances strategically
Focuses on perfection than critics
Remains calm when necessary
Observes more than he/she talks
Meditates more on unattained goals
And guides prudently

He whines at repeated mistakes
Gets furious on proud heads
Leads a pack by wisdom
Delegations a key ingredient
At the fire place tales
Only goes best selling
With narratives n teachings unmatched
A counselor of life
A control experiment for the growing
Relaxes more .....sleeps more
Granny dear granny....

Granny is well tortured
By life n its commitments
Failed accomplishments
Unattained goals n benchmarks
Feels stupid n unworthy
Don't care attitudes demolished
For his future is on other rough battalions
Energetic but thick to wisdom
Jackasses of advice n wisdom
Lazy bunches of daydreamers
No priorities no loyalty
Phony in making
Copycuts of life operations
The greatest scum of humanity
Useless block heads
Granny knows best

Granny knows best.
His parents sang n sang
The songs he is singing today
Barking in control....
To see if life straightens.
Eliminating the speed bums
On life superhighway
My granny knows best.

90% within 9

I can't wait for 9 months to pass
My sweat to mature in success
As I celebrate my hardwork
That squashed her sweetest memories

I recall the late night missions
That kept me busy all night
As the morning drew near
The melting mellow of my genes
Being fertilized in humic soil

The glares of the growing bump
Brought hope and merry
Bloating daily, I grew more expectant
Life's journey promising a happy end

Life's doctor clinics were in evitable
Watering the dreams of my years
It was a double glory...
I listened in awe as they cheered
As I cherish this journey

I took all the responsibility
I was crowned the Master of the jungle
My seed a global masterpiece
Graduating with a first class

My mother was all tearly
My dad saluting my success
This was the longest time of my life
Success pack well moduled
Finally I made it.

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

Turkana Sex Missionary

 

Sex is sweet…too costly and expensive that the sweat  can chock a pregnant Turkana Zebu. Why the hell is this confusing 3 letter word s3x erratic … so enticing that 20 teenagers google it every second in the small village of Kibokoni? Mind you this monster makes men active. Brain nerves all starved with the delicacies of creation. Gladly though the age limit for access is tightened up that it only becomes relevant in a curriculum vitae. 

He does it twice in a day yet the sister is so generous that she quotes it 20 times every hour she engages in the merry- go round tangle of squash game that leaves her immune boosted that the ass tell you how bright her future is. Energy plus confusion coupled with the ma-feelings all scrabbling for the same body with  satisfaction the real bed room bully whining pon di coach and massacring  the 21^st generation.

The unknown, the most amazing sweetest well and most blessed tunnel in the entire globe. It’s millionaires den that mothers all the finest brains and most geniuses yet they live daily craving to go back where they came from. Antennae fine-tuned to hit the jack pot at a go. Some assume 90 degrees while others perfectly choose the 45 degree which is naturally engineered to eliminate bachelorhood and boy graduate with a degree in siring.

Amateurs crowd to have the insight, beginners curiously and wishfully dream daily to hang in the same cliff. The guru demonstrate their mastery... the mumu wank and wank till they are blank.

The curative images leave every man salivating wishing to engage in a swimming competition with the rock mistress.. less do they ever realize its just a 2 second mental injection that tram the mind into total blindness...

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

nothing is awesome like being happy. happiness can never be bought neither can it be traded but the bottom line is, it gratifies the aspect of achievement and being at peace with self, body and mind. it vomits and empties the state of deprivation and gives life a better perspective.

life is a mess on its own, it bring numerous challenges and accruing problems to be solved daily and anyway, that's the true taste of a daily noble test" ADVANCING HUMANITY  if not universe or even exploring life from its nasty curvatures to the beautiful lullabies of its scions  

© gift 2015

MATURE LOVE AMATEUR

From 8.00am, I had my fathers’ herd to look after. I dashed to my room picked my akala, bow and spears. My little sister was already at the zizi accompanied by my granny. Story time with this great old man was always a mind blowing experience.  Here he was, assisting me sing to the melodies of the mooing hungry cattle.  The two innocent creatures (a young kid goat and my little siz) caught my eyes at a glance.   .

Down the rolling hills I was in this amazing jungle. The place I have been raring for half a decade now. The natural azure was always refreshing with the wild animals keeping my company.

A special day awaits me. It poked my mind with a precious visit. Birds singing in full voices while the impala danced to the welcoming atmosphere. A good fortune was on my throne.  Two hours later, an unexpected guest showed up, KONYAZII my long times crush. I liked her since the days of Sunday school reciting gospel hymns and poem that were always tantalizing. Her soft high pitch caught me by surprise, hey BALATA, she called.  I rushed her way; on her lap was an ink mark: “UA DAY” it was written.

I didn’t get her at that point, but I was expectant on what she really made.

We strolled down the jungle to this awesome botanic garden. We walked down the aisle of nature trail that led us straight to the river. I crossed and started splashing water all sides using my stick.  She called for help to cross the river but I liked seeing her defenseless and helpless and this made me feel a real king on a throne. Drip, drip and the pregnant clouds seemed to give birth anytime. I fell back to have my queen assist cross the river. I carried her on my lap which reminded me of life saving experience with my fathers’ cattle when rivers were flooded. The raindrops were tripling that made us hide in rich bougainvilleas. Cold was fast catching on us and a cold love war was now evident in me. My silence was broken by a cold arm strap on my waist accompanied by a tight embrace that enslaved me. The wonderful angel was all over me. Our penguins coiling created a warm ecosystem that stabilized our temperature.

Raindrops on her eyelids made me mistake she was crying; I like it this way for no one realizes if am crying or not, she replied. Her stern gaze left me uneasy; your wet deceitful lips are making me uncomfortable, she complained. I stretched my arm to dry them but a policed soft drip denied access. I like them watered like a young plantain, looking healthy, innocent and full of appetizers, a soft whisper applauded. On the background her heart beats were racing like fast and furious 7.

 A real adventure but I was deeply in prison; I wished the mixed feeling could explode the hell outer my life. A roller coaster of questions without answers clobbered my mind. I walked slowly to the drizzling atmosphere where I was welcomed by a waving young flower of hibiscus dancing to the tune of the blowing wind. I recalled my little sisters’ goodbyes. Her natural innocent smiles and I asserted goodbye to fear. I picked the flower and gave it to her. “Kings Daughter, I can’t afford an expensive rose flower, could you please accept this for the impromptu courtesy visit”, I retorted. I boldly looked at her eye and all this time she was calligraphing earth using her toes. I reached to pat her, and she shyly gazed at me. You are a true gentleman n I treasure you more than gold or platinum .mind you I have waited for this moment all my entire life.  A millipede crawled on her bare foot; this made her jumped straight from the ground, hugging me tightly at the same time yelling like a mad man.  In no time our lips were colliding like titans.  My fathers’ loud burst’ “where is the herd and what is the time?” terminated our adventure.

© gift 2015