THE FOREVER LIE

Imperfect beings unlike gods we lie,

Such frailty not akin to gods coz we die,

So please don’t speak to me about forever,

Coz unlike gods delivering that you will never.

Forever is an illusion, a well told lie,

We only have between now and when we say bye,

May your lips speak not of love to eternity,

Coz you are human you can’t deliver immortality/

I LOVE MY POETRY!!!!

TEXT OF THE SEASON

I love text messages coz they are just so creative. This Christmas I got a variety of interesting texts including one that sent me m-mbuzi via mpesa and told me to retrieve it at any butchery. My favorite although was one that started like a normal holiday special corny text ‘I’m wishing you peace love and good health this Christmas and in the new year blah blah blah(the Dracula way) f&%# that shit! I wish you lots of mad sex, alcohol, love and win the f%$@ing lottery in 2013!’ First I was like what? Then I was like huh? Then I took it slow stopped judging him and realized that among all the people who had texted me their holiday wishes none of them was quite as honest (and also lets face it, no one else wished me luck in the lottery which I don’t participate in but I still appreciate the gesture)

My sister hates the festive season because everyone around her is just so freaking happy for no reason in particular, my mum doesn’t like them because everyone comes visiting and that means more kitchen work for her, my father doesn’t like hem coz hey mean spending his hard earned cash. I think the only person in the whole house who really enjoys the festive season in my 10 year old sister.  She gets to travel, eat good, get visited by the cousins who make a nursery in the house and above all get dotted upon with a potpourri of gifts.

Most people, even though they kind of enjoy themselves don’t exactly love Christmas and he new years so I was wondering why is it that there seems to be no one with the guts to say so? Maybe it’s the society we live in, who knows? Maybe I’m also a coward like you. Or maybe I actually do like Christmas it’s just that I don’t have the balls to declare it. Who knows?

In Velma by the way. The unqualified texter.

I LOVE THE WAITITU FAMILY

I know I know, nimelost and all but cut me some slack kidogo. My last semester was a brain killer and I have this feeling that this semester will not be any better. So I finished last sem at a very high note considering nilikua nimemaliza assignments zote na maexams were kinda nice to me. When I got home from the hustle and bustle of Nairobi, things juz got better. Infact they go so good I even forgot about ma blog for a while.

So we were supposed to go to my uncle’s resort earlier in the year but it was postponed till the school year was over and I have to admit that I was ecstatic. So my 2^nd uncle George Waititu owns this multimillionaire castle like resort in Laikipia just next to my grandma’s so we all go there as a family for a retreat as we see our grangparents. It was pretty awesome and I recommend that you check it out www.tafaria.com it has a nice fairtale theme all once upon a dream like sleeping beauty. Im telling you if you love the classics that is the place for you!

and she met prince charming, once upon a dream......

During our weekend getaway there, my cousin underwent the cut…..if you know what I mean and it was a cause for celebration. I have this quire family that insists on sticking to tradition even though they have been clearly eroded and this initiation ceremony was pretty excruciating for him. My cousin goes to a British system school so imagine him being taught how to slaughter the bull and all! Nilimhurumia. Although at the end of the day it was pretty awesome and though I didn’t do all the things that I wanted to do during the holidays(which included creating a dance clip with ma siz and posting it on youtube), at least I learnt 1 thing: family is the most important thing in life. And I have that. A nice awesome, sometimes lazy but all the same perfect family that I love with the whole of my heart. Though I don’t have much, I’m happy with my family. 
I'm Velma btw. the unqualified family guy.

HURT ACHE!!!!

Is it possible to die?

Or possible to lie,

That your heart’s so fly,

When you can’t even lay,

Peaceful without a why.

My hurtbeats away,

And for the very first day,

It’s not a jolly way,

How I wish I had a say,

I would rip it out and away,

Just to take the hurt ache away.

Is this what lovers love?

Or did I get a wrong move?

Coz I would rather alone live,

Than my heart away give,

For another’s love,

And honey words of clove.

I have never had such hurt,

Or desire to bring a halt,

To my fragile heart,

So it could stop the hurtbeat.

Can one die of a broken heart?

If can curse down fate,

Doom has with me caught,

However if cant,

Everything has a first.

Hush little heart,

Him we will forget,

Or die trying that.

LOVE IS WAR!!!

Mummy, mummy it hurts mummy!

What’s wrong baby?

I cut my little toe,

While playing with the hoe,

Sorry my dainty baby,

Though life will cut you too,

Just know that mummy loves you.

Mummy, mummy it hurts mummy!

What’s wrong baby?

I grazed my knee,

While falling from a tree,

Sorry my dainty baby

Though life will graze you too

Just know that mummy loves you.

Mummy, mummy it hurts mummy!

What’s wrong baby?

I broke my heart,

While in love’s experiment,

Oh dear, you are a lady!

Love is war, take the sword too

And battle till he loves you.