Slave of Love

He has slept  with 20 

My best friend whom i know
And what now! am a slave
I need him
Stupid though i got try it.... why lie!!!

 

They tell good stories
That pile love storeys
I anticipate to slum the worries
As i ditch this holy story
Stupid though i got try it.... why lie!!!

 
Cate, Njeri and Akinyi
They all sing his story
Lulu, Pauline and Jayne
Are all willing to play the match
Stupid though i got try it.... why lie!!!

 
 I need a man not a con
Who can shun & stun
All the excess bonuses
The perfect game changer
Stupid though i got try it.... why lie!!!
 
 


 ©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

love monster

His charm was extra firm

His magical touch was electrostatic

Arousing all my womanhood into frenzy

Jakom the love monster

Pestered my soul with love cushion

Oiling my desire daily 

His stern stunning stimulating eyes

Furiously seduced me into wetness

As I witnesses all this in shyness

I miss his tickles

Notoriously interviewing my shivering well

At least to make me fell well

While we cuddled

I was lost in cloud 9

As my boobs recklessly pumped into drowsiness

All your words lacked meaning

As I waited your action to speed into sinning

I wanted the master in action winning

©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

Last Lusty Need

 

I need friends not pests

I need diet not a relief

I need promotion  not exploitation

I need shelter not mortgages 

I need reunion not civil war

A genuine IDP

I need happiness not riches

I need best not the rest 

I need health not stinking wealth

I need salvation not alteration

I need reality not absurdity 

An innocent being.

 

I need hope not Fear

I need freedom not sodom

I need wisdom not treason

I need pardon not abandon 

I need seed not weed

A need, I seed, I weed with no Greed

am a true son of Africa... Raised through the Worst but am very appreciative this far the lord has brought me!! I learn, I run ,I will do anything to save Humanity... 

Art nourishes my thoughts, soul , body and am glad to you read this"!

©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

it has to happen..

It has to start, it doesn’t matter how

Even in the deepest worries, Life goes on

Change is in inevitable, Visible and crucial

It has to happen, it has to happen

Days perish, Hours diminish

Ideas decay, wickedness slay

Sway all prey, we got to pray

For it has to happen, it has to happen

Wacky or sleepy, Fly and dry

It has to happen, no sorry

Worry no more, life is a process

It has to happen, its that sensitive

Truth is bitter, peppery yearly

Expensive majorly, it saves dearly

A way of life, a must happen

It has to happen… its life.

©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