Highschool Lov3~Letter Maniac

Dear TFIG,

Am sorry for disturbing you once more! Please dear am sorry. It pains me see you angered by the so called misconduct; but it's funny I can't help it .Am intentionally jotting for a request that gonna antiseptically heal and tarnish all my love germs. LOVE!!! Sounds crazy…You are sweet babe and I can't just let go! I have always been amazed and glued to you and spectacularly in love with you. Your bitter filthy words only turned to be an appetizer and top dressing of my affection towards you .Please don't abandon me .Am in a furnace of love and the owner is In a different galaxy...baby your feedback is my jurisdictional priority…

Yours loving swiry,

IBBIOB.

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

MotivationMonday

All dream are valid only and if only they are incubated in an aggressive persistent patient mind and soul...fully aggravated at the core of their heart with a conquering ability of attaining the unknown with the invincible invisible.

 ©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

He slept With your Mother

Awesome coincidence 

after losing million golden chances

i could let this slip away...

but her lips clipped my eyes

for she was the best gateway

a chipsfunga  mwenye unga

at Lounge 254

dollars came flashing 

a savior without fuels

beautiful and well loaded

the slit up tight thigh ...boiling my high 

i couldn't help but say hi?

chilling in the chilly cold night

sighing to the bitter better drilling

she is the mother of nation 

a play toy of the small monster energica

dirty nasty and lusty woman 

humane thrilling her aging soul

replenish it with soft fresh genes...

i hate but ate

it was a bait and couldn't wait 

morning or late 

i don evaluate rather ejaculate 

calculate my witty stakes 

always awake ...shake shake 

until she flake not fake  

shivering to the vibrator...

her favorite motivator

my all time denominator 

enjoying the sensation of my numerator 

never under rate ...no underestimates

son of Casanova 

shaking until she confesses

its over.. Mollis molesting a Granny

until she surrenders

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

PR~esidents

PR~evidents 

i met the PR- presidents

resident manager of nothing 

choosy with sweet words

empty pre-mature promises

full of lively pure lies 

they are a waste of resources 

spending roller coaster ages  playing around words

the true typical psychological torturous 

treacherously  hibernating in the goon-ship of duty breach

putting off the excess vibrant information seekers

sneaking with the lousy stickers of intended nuisance

never take a smile for business
never allow a joke mock  and choke your future
realities in excess brutality
all cushioned courtesy of lame claim
much know ; practical sorrow
borrow burrow or quarrel
they remain in excesses



 ©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

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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?

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AM BACK...

 

AM BACK
Paddle for cleaning a blow.
My voice is my sword.
The sword that spruce to plow.
May be young ,
but swords i smile,says my word.
the song i sung.
My words i smile,weapons laugh to scorn
my will to bruit,
brandished by man that's of a woman born.
I beg to spit.
Why should i play the Cassius fool?
the gashes to live,
as they do better upon the pool,
should i leave?
I bear a charmed life,which must not yield,
to one of a woman born,
that struggle life,that rise to shield,
that lie to be torn,
and trumpet speak;give them all breath,
hence endure your wrath.
Clamorous harbingers speak;of blood and death,
the return of my worthy,
the rouse and stir of;my dismal treatise of tots,
supped full with horrors
Direnes,familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Battle won no more sorrors.

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

she has fallen for a Blackman££

she is white ...she loves my blackness

promising heaven; yet i provide paradise

Netherlands is home,she calls it land of romance

easterly Philippino dream of  me too

a black American convinces.. she got a crush on me

this confusing love concoction imprisons me

am in love ...Dutch-land, Philippines and USA

   

they all love my poetry 

reading each stanza like national anthen

memorizing all the rhymes 

sharing the sweetness of art!

poetry caressing their minds 

tramming the musical guitar of love

am in love...Amsterdam to manila and states

a ripe love crime 

lame strip rape lime

a sublime of fame 

no blame...target is all i aim

i love them all ... i need them all

am in love with all ...yes all

i will be dancing with them in the penguin beaches

once they reply through my contact email...

for i love ...love my poetry.. crossing all borders.

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you