my new found love for pencil art...

Big thumbs up to the artists who drew this. Art brings a little sunshine to my life.


P.S All this art is in pencil.

escape

Just one more toke,
Just one more shot,
Just one more line,
Just one more high,
To take your mind on a trip,
A euphoric trip,
The kind where roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Where cloud nine is overrated,
The kind where just for a few minutes,
You experience an out of body experience,
An escape,
Your skeletons are breaking down your closet,
One more toke to keep them at bay,
Deal with your shit,
Not today though,
Just one more line,
To run away,
From the inevitable,
To chase away the shakes,
To cope,
Your body is willing but your mind betrays you,
Those skeletons again,
Bang!bang!bang!!,
Just one more shot,
Tomorrow is a new day skeletons,
I need to run,
But you are shackled to my foot,
Like a shadow you stalk me,
Lurking,
Waiting for the moment sober kicks in,
And there you are again,
Bang!bang!bang!!!
Just one more shot,
One more toke,
One more line,
One more high,
An escape.

of witchcraft, superstition and other shinnanigans..

I am the kind of person who is governed by science. For me, explanation for many things lies in science. I have never really paid attention to the world of witchcraft and superstition. That in my opinion is a bunch of hocas pocas nobody has time for. I have not been brought up in a family or community that is overly superstitious or interacts with any form of witchcraft. Minus the occasional black cat crossing the road, and why shouldn't a cat which is black in colour cross the road, I have never really interacted much with superstitious types or witchcraft believers.

Yesterday however, something very perplexing happened. I was watching local news and their headline story was that of a young girl from the Coast. She has been taking a dump, but get this, she shits metal objects. Yes my dear readers you read right. It immediately struck me as some badly written Nigerian movie script. As I continued watching the girl explained that she was cursed by a man in her sleep and the man cursed her to shit metal objects as long as she lives. Eeeeeerm!!! Hold up...what do you mean she was cursed in her dreams. Excuse me, last I checked your dreams are supposed to be an escape into the unreal but should not haunt you when your awake. The thing that tripped me out the most is that she was actually shitting spoons, knives, nails, scissors, screw drivers which were all rusty as fuck. And get this, they did not have even a drop of blood or faecal matter on them.

I do not believe in this at all so I fall back to science for an explanation. It is not logically possible for a nail leave alone a pair of scissors to pass through the rectum leave alone your intestines without puncturing them and causing severe bleeding. An x-ray was taken and it came out clean. I don't know, even extreme skeptics like myself find this a tad difficult to explain without involving the supernatural. Today happens to be Friday the 13th and we all know how that goes. Extremely superstitious day, not too sure whether, with the risk of coming off racist, it is a white people thing. Oh!well...let's see what happens today.

Bigger man...

"Oh!come on, just be the bigger man",
"Just swallow your pride"
No I will not,
I will not because sometimes,
Just sometimes I want to be childish,
I want to be petty,
I want to be the smaller man,
I want to go on immaturity highway,
And milk it,
Can't I just be angry,
Can't I just flip out,
Can't I be pist the fuck off,
Deal with it the way I want to,
Not the way you want me to,
Not the way the world expects me to react,
To feel,
It is not silent treatment,
I just do not want to talk,
Not now,
Just leave me be,
Let me be a baby about it,
A big baby,
Let me vent,
Scream, shout, throw a bitch fit,
Let me hate you,
Even if it is just for a while,
Let me be ANGRY,
It is healthy to feel anger,
Not hold on to it,
But let me be just that,
ANGRY,
I will come around,
I promise,
But you cannot expect me to stuff my angry feelings somewhere in a corner,
And be the bigger man,
Because I will not.
I am not about that life.

Mine is a world...

Mine is a world of pen and paper.
Mine is a world made by my great Maker,
Mine is a world stuck in my head,
A constant battle with my introversy,
Mine is a world where I over think every thought,
Second guess every idea,
Mine is a world of emotional numbness,
Flat-lined,
Mine is a world where I bleed on the inside,
Beam on the outside,
Mine is a world of craving,
Craving greatness,
Having no idea how to reach it,
Clutching at straws,
Mine is a world where am on the outside looking in,
Loving the outside but envying the inside,
Mine is a world where smiles are scarce,
Mine is a world where happiness is estranged,
Afraid to feel it,
Afraid to find it,
Confused if I even know what it is,
Mine is a world where roses are black, violets are grey,
Mine is a world filled with hope for future prosperity,
I know I will get there some day.

Transitioning...

Kenya is in a funny place...I like to call it transitioning. It is that place between skirts and trousers, minis and maxis, house wife and working woman, mother and cooperate boss. We are in transition; transition between tradition and modernity.

We are in that weird space where a man wonders whether he can get a woman who can and cook and clean while at the same time work and be a career woman.We are in a time where people wonder whether to accept or tolerate the gays. We are transitioning in thought and action of what this new age century really wants. People are holding on to conservatism but dipping in the risqué pool. People want to try and let loose, y.o.l.o, people want to be daring, they want to experiment. They crave danger and yearn for attention.

But we are stunted by tradition, plagued by the notion that we can be sinners but still be saints. We can have our cake and eat it. You can judge a woman for partying and smoking yet a man can freely do it. We are trying to break away from patriachy but bitch when a man does not hold up his end of being provider. Women are fighting for gender equality in a government which is a cock fest. Trying to pass a marriage bill that will shackle the legs of men, tame them.

I am curious to see where Kenya will end up. Whether we will accept to embrace modernity or be pinned down by the lifestyle of our ancestors.

of feminism and other things...

For the longest time I always thought that being a feminist is being all about women empowerment. I was extremely wrong. After interacting with a couple of feminists of late I do not think that feminist is a word I would use to describe myself, a radical feminist for that matter.

Am from the school of thought which is informed by current affairs. By this I mean, am definitely all for women empowerment and gender equality, I mean I love women it's only natural. However, I believe that the male child is slowly becoming the victim. Gone are the days when men are still thought of as the alpha. Me thinks, after years of empowerment women have slowly morphed into bitchipendents, colloquial term to mean a woman who can hold her own, does not need a man to pay the bills and buy her weave but flaunts her money and is basically a bitch because of her bank account. Men are becoming more and more emasculated because nobody is paying attention to them. Rules of tradition dictate that the man was the head, sole provider, the king. Today, not so much, women have become so empowered and rights sensitive but we forgot about the boy child who is slowly becoming the extinct in terms of relevance.

I am from the school of thought where I think that women are their own worst enemies. There was a time during my morning commute a famous controversial radio show was on, topic of the day abortion. What shocked me the most is that out of around 15 calls 13 were women and out of the 13 only one called in to actually defend women and give other reasons why a woman would end up procuring an abortion. 12 of them called in to bash women and to give examples of fellow women who have had multiple abortions and to throw shade at women.

I am from the school of thought where I strongly believe that women in power are crucified more than men in power. Just look at what happened to Kethi Kilonzo, Raphael Tuju's, Shollei Boss and as recent as two days ago Rachel Shebesh was slapped by a governor. By this I mean that so many times when a woman in power does something scandalous or controversial the amount of scrutiny that she will get cannot be compared to a man in the same position having done the same thing. Rules of patriachy I guess.

I am still trying to figure out on a scale of one to feminist how feminist I am but for now I know that I have a very liberal approach to feminism, I am not a male basher and I am a strong supporter of gender equality and human rights.