Monday, September 7, 2015

Sour SAWA



I was helpless
Hitting the dead end of love bed
Feeling so worthless
The rust corroding my heart interior
A knock that wounded me to ICU

As I trembled, the crumbles doubled
I mummed, begged but she was unaccommodating
My tears, flowing into annual rivers
I was perturbed and hated life

She screwed my lovely world
Suffocating all my hopes
All the dreams she traded at a peck
A snippet mistress sniper



©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Thursday, September 3, 2015

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

What you missed #KCB in Primary UNiform #TBT


 Back in the days ...#TBT Kenya Commercial bank staff today amazed everyone when they all showed up with school uniform both primary and secondary... it only gets better...for they all seemed young and joyfully blessed... its a day in my primary attire #TBT kweli

The principal seems jovial and the student are upset with their class badboy
HEADBOY AND HEADGIRL LOOKING SHARP

it was more than kawaya....kakwate

The scouting team forgot to be alert instead some chose to stare at the baby trophy

Sosion amesema hauna shule ....party time ACTIVATED
 
 
©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

BREaKING!!!!!!!Donald trump TRAMPED BY KENYANS

Kenyans  have expressed their displeasure yet again with  Republican presidential candidate on twitter after he allegedly said that kenyan athletes who won in the Beijing IAAF games are FRauds and Conmen ...see how they reacted!!!

Using the #hashtag #someonetelldonaldtrump..

 

here are the tweets

If this gets 10,000 Retweets Should Personally apologize to Kenyans  

 


Dear Toilet-mate, flushing the toilet does not disguise explosive diarrhea. Thought you should know.








HE IS THE REAL CORNMAN







Kenya does it again.... it lessons should be learned promptly ;you dont mess with Kenya and expect to go unpunished... ask CNN, Nigeria,Rwanda ©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Go ahead and tell everyBody

kenyan  spirit
kenyan team spirit
land of wonders 
land of glory 
God bless Kenya

Harambee is our catapult 
Conquering the world our mission
Celebrating our Success daily pills
Concentrating on our blessings
And leaving our Enemies mouth open

 
We love our haters
but you can never take a Good man Down
Kenya REIGNS
Kenya here WE Knock ...
Every corner of the world Knows us Best

#SomeoneTell... our Twitter defense force
play not, lie not, hate not 
we run our kingdom
Lion of AfricA...Brains of Mankind
Spear of Glory! Years of  blessing

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

The Only Dope Romanza

He makes me feel higher than have never felt before
He exhumes all my worries and compacts  hope
In men he is always the champ
The rubber stamp of my heart and soul
The Only Dope Romanza

Every day tears of joy caress my cheeks
As his magical words fly my mind to the best destinations ever
My imagination blow like a star when he whispers.
I simmer in happiness by the fact he will always be there for me
The Only Dope Romanza

his hands up my thighs freeze my feelings
his bare chest  hub torment  my boobs with sexiness
gorgeous eyes that make me shyly fixated 
all i ever dream is a road trip down the lake of romanza
The Only Dope Romanza

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

High school

High school fever still ferments my campus reality. feeling thwarted, furious and even wondering why this crazy feeling came chocking me every time i imagined joining  campus

A strict cell came down Knocking 
And all I can imagine is the dryspells
We suffered in Four years in tally
The pure breed of same products 
Was invigorating and Nasty 
And the only time we had a  chance 
To mingle with Brother or sister schools
The hidden eyes became more focused 
The Rules bloated and grew fatter


But that one chance you got 
To either whisper or peck her cheek
Then all the Nerve Sharks came crushing 
Melting the sweet candy 
Like Greenland  under the torcher of a summer 
And stammers  followed inconsistently 
And the baby boobs came horny 
Gliding on his body with tight hugs
And the thoughts rock heavens
With undies feeling softer and his man 
making me eat sausages just to practice 
How I might massage or gulp Him
Cocky to make him Orgy 
And my wishes being fulfilled 
By a majestic light touch 
For  Highschool.. Made me Virgin High 


At the Climax of his sweet melodies 
Yearns had turned to surrender 
I wanted him to explore, the hidden treasures 
of my Ripe Goldmine 
For every moment, Overflow came tempting 
Wank off the prank 
but I startled... and shuttered 


Betrayal dented my loyalty 
it was slightly dark & I missed it
Too bad I was the missing starlet 
The search rocking the School tempo
Tempers overflowing... The squeeze energizing 
I felt cloud Ten, Missionary in action 
Inventing the pearls bestowed deep within 
And rhythm matured,

That week I remained the socialite 
Talk of the Sisters school 
Shaming a royal Candy
And many jealous of my jewel experience 
But Him on top will remain my Blaze 
They Busted that Golden Chance
And Dryspell Continues
To torment Highschool Lifestyle 
Chastity supremacy 
©GKatolo 2016.....@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 21st 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

My Love,

My Love, I know that life can be tough, And bring you down when things get rough. But I want you to know, my dear, That you are strong and y...