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Post Election Victor, PEV

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When I passed the ball to Peter, I expected him to pass back the ball so that we maintain the rhythm of the match. He did not. Instead, he stopped the ball, he bent down and took the ball with his hands and shot off the pitch at the highest speed. All we could hear then were screams and shouts as we also scampered to safety. Simon alias Saimo almost got run over by a speeding vehicle that carried men wielding pangas and bows and arrows. Even before these dramatic scenes, there had been ululations emanating from our village. Victory. Electoral victory. They were short-lived. 28th December, 2007 was a dark day. Unlike other Decembers, that year there were seemingly less circumcision ceremonies like we had been used to seeing in earlier years. Most parents had chosen to delay their sons’ undergoing of the rite as if pushed by some convictions or dreams and visions of something dark in the future. Intuition they say can force a man skip a meal in our community. Sometimes it ...
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After the Act

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                     In the morning, after moaning all night, there was mourning. It was chilly, very chilly, outside. An ominous silence characterized the outside of the house despite it being a Monday morning; very uncharacteristic of Huruma Estate Mondays. She started reflecting. She was to be at work by this time. She had promised to change. They had gone over her conduct at work with her supervisor and she had felt the need to turn over a new leaf. “I’ll be the first at the office next Monday,” she said very fast to end the long lecture that had taken her whole Friday afternoon. She could hear her phone vibrating, she knew he would call, but she had made up her mind to stop seeing the foolish guy. It must have been him calling. He was the only one who called during working hours. Mike couldn’t match Kim at all. Kim was the courteous one. He was the TDH description type; tall, dark, handsome. He couldn’t just call during w...
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I, of the dark clay

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I won’t paint myself white I, of the dark clay And my pottery too I will touch my works And say my words In the feel of the rough And the tone of the Mara lion For I come from the dark clay land And I don’t need a white heart Nor do I want the art To paint myself white I, of the dark clay. Maurice NK Kahia Jr. 2017
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Us

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Things fell apart then when we decidedly endorsed, right there at the source, a river between Us At inception Of the cornered camouflaged commission In a quest for equation We chose to use division To form a parted union Two teams bore a referee so collectively disintegrated in the watch of a deceived religion and we cheated fate Then; Now we are on karma, And mortality faces the reincarnation of hate and smells red iron the smell of red raw blood. It is a tough test of echoing ego facing selfish selflessness, Madness against ruthlessness in the watch of a deceived religion. We only look up to the Almighty the Creator to re-create us; Us to renew the unity The Us, We the people. For we are at a red road where the red soil soaks blood and the red horizon beckons with a ghostly glance in the watch of a deceived religion that's smartly dressed in expensive cloaks and dumbly ready to dance to our dirges we who are at the altar of the elite congregation that paid early for...
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Bleaching

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Bleaching of the skin might cause cancer of the skin of Africans but it is the bleaching of the mind that is the most tragic; it causes Africa's stunted growth from which all cancers might be emanating. Africa is beautiful We are losing her And her skin tells it all And the mind too And glorification of the snow at the peak At the expense of the mountain beneath We are doing to labour What we did to 'chondos' The African baskets; And coffee And cocoa; Importing pollution Exporting green, Reducing our education Sticking to the screen We need a revolution  Against our perception. Maurice N. Kamau 2017
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Me to you, One before others

Failure to know yourself better, who you are and what you are and at the same time try to wish being like someone else is a good example of poor prioritization of wants. Let's usher in the weekend with a need for self love, appreciation and need for self improvement based on our strengths and weaknesses versus available opportunities. Maurice
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Rich/Poor Oliech

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The world has become a global village. A person in Russia talks to a person in South Africa in some few seconds over the various Internet media. Buying a good from the United States by someone in Australia is a reality. Same is the situation as regards culture, beliefs, language, thoughts and policies. The interaction with the various forms of social, cultural and economic ideas and practices, either physically or through literature and/or the Internet is what guides my thought on these two words: Rich Poor Rich Cambridge defines this word in a manner that tells you that the word cannot be defined in itself fully without attaching it to a particular thing or aspect. I chose this definition simply because it is the one that truly resembles the truth about the word's use; as an adjective.  Poor The same dictionary defines poor as lack of material possession so in other words it is the opposite of rich. The recent debate in Kenya, propelled just from a per...
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