Major Elazia

Nairobi at night is a place of wonders

I was really amused the another night
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These are the words from my father
And they were echoed again to me by my mother
Words that have made me move further
Into the valid stories of my life
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I will do you a little favor
When you go to hell
I will make sure you go just like hell
If you are to be remembered
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If I were a beggar,
Let me be a beggar of class Oh Lord,
Give me the best of wine and lager
And dine and dance in style and valour
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I walk in the rains

Feeling the day's tension cool
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I get you loud and clear,
And there is only one thing worth knowing-
The gift of forgetting each other!
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I have listened to the speeches the Kenyan leaders have delivered thus so far, and it is my well considered opinion that they are not doing enough to psychologically prepare Kenyans for even worse situations to come. As the Deputy President stated at the airport, Kenya will up the game to defend the lives and properties of Kenyans. But the reality of the matter is that in the course of fighting our war in Somalia, those Al Shabaab goons will resort to terrorist acts with the vengeance of the devils and demons.
What we have witnessed is just the begging. We as a country will not withdraw our troops from Somali, but that by itself is what the Al-Shabaab will use shamelessly in justifying all means of inhuman acts to hit the civilian population within our homeland Kenya. More acts of violence may be witnessed. It is time to galvanize the Kenyan spirit into forming a wall of resilience in the common Kenyan’s mind that despite the blood spill that has occurred and may occur in future. In my view, however naïve as it may be, is the failure of the Kenyan leaders awakening a realistic picture in the minds of Wanjiku, Atieno, Nanjala, and Chelegat huko mashinani.
Let the wisdom of Winston Churchill, the British Prime Minister during the 2nd World War, be used here. That wisdom in the voice of reality in a testing situation was in his statement that he was assuming office of the premiership on the promise of blood, sweat and tears as the price that the Bristish Empire was to pay to secure freedom. It was not a nice promise, but it was the most practical promise in the sea of turmoil and impending destruction of the British nation at that time. May be with our KDF in anti-countenance of Al-Shabaab in Somali, this is the unpleasant promise Kenyans must be given by the leaders and especially by the C-in-C of our KDF.
This is the galvanization Kenyan leaders have failed to use to motivate Kenyans to continue holding hope in a universe of torment arising from our nation’s excursion against the Al-Shabaab in Somalia. I have listened to the words of Raila, President Kenyatta and his DP Ruto, Ole Lenku, Gen Karangi, Kimaiyo, and many other leaders. The declaration that “…Never again shall this happen” is a fanciful fallacy. The Kenyan leaders must prepare the Kenyan psyche for a long and gruesome experience of violence.
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I have robbed and picked a thousand pockets

Indeed I'm a genius in the art of benevolence law breaking
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Goodbye to you my trusted friend
As we race to out pace a blasted love
Nothing keeps us together but better not weep by the love of the stars
In this nest we get a break to take a rest
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I sing my songs of lamentations cursing the day I was born,

Born a destitute into this folorn world of misery
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In the expanse of the scene unfolding before my eyes,

In the expanse of the rusty roofs spread in an infinite distance
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A cold day
A time to move into the sun
To shine with sun's warmth
The temptations of a new day
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There is a sleep no man desires
There is something about that sleep
That sends fear down the hearts of men
That world unknown yet revered by fear
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You are not a painter
So cut for them some timber
Make fourteen chairs and more beds,
Add some tables
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If I try to go back into the hands of time
I can't recall the first day of my life
But with care and affection from mom I grew up
With the passing of age to school I went
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I loved you girl
Oh…how I loved you
With the world breaking apart
I loved you still
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There is no tomorrow,
We have been through yesterday,
We live in the present
And finally speculate about the future,
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I watch the world in helpless consternation
Not from a moral high stool but from a mind hanging
Dangling imaginatively in the emptiness of the skies
From a high cliff in the bare mountains the desert stretches far
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When I was down and lost in the jungle
Trudging along gorges and mountain crevasses
Staring into an empty vastness of mind and soul
Seeking a pole position to start a late race in life
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I speak my mind with my voice of criticism
In kindness I refuse to be subdued by my choice of words
And my message remains the same to the world
For shame may be the veil made of vile gold
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