Its About The People!

Governments are made by the  people.
Its about their lives,
The way theyl'd like to live,
And to organize themselves.
And what  are laws for,
If they don't serve the mass?
If the laws serve sectoral interests,
In a greedy craze for power,
That is never law!
Its some form of jungle observance.
Its a predator- prey game
It can't be that it is well ,
When our wishes to elect are not respected!
It is not enough to restrain ourselves,
And say that it is well.
It cannot be well when the majority,
Are told their choice don't matter.
It is not enough to tell us that the courts said so!
Are not courts supposed to be subservient,
to the rule of law and the law of people?
What the are elections for?
If there is always another way at it!
has it become ping pong?
So you can always hit it this or the other way.
How long can we hold this thought?
Even history is not replete with such to learn from!
This is colonization,second time around.
We've got to decolonize our minds.
And see this not so good picture before us.
They say peace peace during the day.
While at night they preach war.
They who detest peace.
They drive hatred among the people
And their tongue cuts like a double edge sword.
Who will tell the people ,
That their determination at the cue stands?
Who will tell them that it is supreme.
Who will tell them that it stands high?
High on the shoulders of all the laws of the land.
Who will tell the people,
That the resoluteness of their vote,
Is a thousand times richer,
Than the decision of a few however brainy.
Its all about the people,
who brave the chilly weather.
It is about they, who faced with a choice,
And with no coercion whatsoever,
Do exercise their inalienable right.
This, crystallizes our rights.
It simmers the justice we swore to defend,
Into a marble which though malleable,
Always takes back the shape of the people.
If the people so say,
And in agreement they executive their scheme,
That on that day none will cast,
Who then becomes the leader?
Who then takes the other to court?
Who petitions and who responds?
Its all about the people!

Gangland? Unabridged.

He feels his machete,
Gets the comfort of knowing he still has it
And in the name of ill will,
Turns cold inside.
An inhuman spirit runs through him,
As he strangles a fellow human,
One with no power whatsoever ,
to change that which is unchangeable.
The news go fast ,
It actually spreads like wildfire,
Men stutter and speak in low tones,
Of what our land has become.
And they ask,
Has it become a gangland?
If you speak not and do your thing,
They think you must be after something.
If you speak out,
You are a loud mouth and a nuisance,
and you must be silenced.
And so one after the other is silenced,
Till the guns go silent.

No other Land.

When you beat the drums of war,
And prepare us for bloodshed,
When you don't tolerate each other,
Calling each other names,
When your campaign machines roar,
And you don't care how deafening it is,
Care only that we've got no other land to call ours.

Let me remind you again,
For the umpteenth time,
That we've got no fare to exotic destinations.
Nay,we're not even used to the cultures out there,
The cuisine in foreign lands will make us sick.
Please preserve our peace,
We've got no other land to call home.

Power is deceptive,
It's fallacious,especially when it gets to your head.
We care less though on its effect on you,
Remember we pay for your enhanced status,
Or have you forgotten that its our tray you eat from?
But we don't mind all this,
Only that you preserve our peace,
Because we've got no other land to call home.

WHICH WAY AFRICA?

The drums of Africa  are calling.
The sun tanned dreams of black people,
are crying on rooftops.
Yelling loud for whoever cares to listen.
How can a continent with so much,
have so little to show.
How can a continent with the best brains
be so poor among other nations of the world.

Am not seeking answers here!
Am just jogging your conscience,
On this state of events.
How can Congo allow its Gold to be pilfered
Why do countries with so much pile debt,
And perpetuate the depedence syndrome
Whether we look East Or West home's best.
We better till our land and eat from it.

Why do countries in Africa fight for oil,
Even before they dig the first wells.
And in Kenya,they fight for a share of the oil money,
Even before the machines roar to life.
Why does Africa behave as if its in a hurry.
To walk before it crawls.
We set policy institutions,
Even before we get our policies and priorities right.

And others in Africa sing the West's song!
That song of arrogance.
That intimidating 'Macho' bravado.
That show off about power.
That looking down on Africa that hurts!
Where does the Cocoa in their tea come from?
Is it not from ivory coast and the gold coast
And the best grade coffee?
Is it not from Africa highlands?
Africa may never be the sugar in anybody's tea.
But we are the aroma that reminds them,
About Africa.
And about being African and the difference.
And the same way too should Africa carry itself.
Which way Africa?

MAUMAU the rennaisance

MauMau is not a myth,
Neither is it a story from outer space
It is a story weaved in resilience,
A determination by man,
that north or south,
east or west,
Nobody will deny us,
The use of what is ours.
It is like the civil rights movement in the America.
It is a declaration of rights,
And an affirmation of justice,
That whoever does to man,
That which isn't deserved
doesn't deserve to be with their resources.

Maumau looketh not behind,
Because what's ahead is much important!
If they took our land,
They don't have to till it as we watch.
If they see one who is ignorant,
They don't have to profile all of us as so,
If they deal with a half baked brain,
They don't have to label us as mind challenged.
Maumau looks at capacity.
They look after their land,
And the resources they have,
Yes,Maumau looks after their capital.
If looking at these things,
Makes all  people Maumau
Then i too, am Maumau.

Maumau is transformational.
IT didn't cease with Kimathi,
Or with General Mathenge.
Maumau is just,and caring.
If we've got  one meal,we share.
Maumau is a movement.
For the emancipation of human kind.
Mau mau replicates the good that's left.
Maumau embodies Gandhi
And personifies Martin Luther King JNR.
It is selfless.
I guess Maumau is not dead.
And if it is,
I would be glad to wake it up,
And tell it,and tell them,
And tell him,and tell her,
That the work is not yet done.
Not yet.

Why are all the good people silent?

When a city is taken over,
Ravaged and flattened to the earth,
Destroyed by the enemy,
and uprooted by the roots,
In so far as it didn't stand on its own
But by the commission and omission of all
Where will the good people be?
Will they be spared by the blind knife that kills?
Will they have an ark as of noah,
To shield them from harm?
Harm that they too have helped forment
But which they'ld want to run away now

When the Israelites made their gods,
They who made them knew of the danger ahead.
By compromise,those who never made them,
but made it not their business to speak against it,
Too were destroyed
And so the world is better not with thee,
Thee who keep quiet when idols are worshiped!
Thee who stand guard ,
At the offices of the corrupt.
Ye bystanders who know the wrong,
But find peace eating with the wrong doers,
Sharing their loot and keepin quiet.

The world is not destroyed by the wrong doers.
But by the good people who knowing of it  keep quiet.
If Martin Luther kept quiet,
A hundred years may have passed,
With the same isolation and racism pervading,
till one of his ilk, lacking peace in silence,
Talked anti and against the vice.
If Mandela kept quiet,apartheid would still be.
Millions and millions of God's people treated as second class
Denied jobs,healthcare and conscious chained.
The oppressors were not bad ,
They have always not been bad people.
Anyone can be bad in the eyes of another!
Silence by the oppressed is the bad thing
And so i ask-
Why are all the good people silent?
When all this vice is happening in our world.
Why are all the good people silent?
When this is happening right next to our hamlets,
And right next to our perimeter fenced mansions.
Why are all the good people silent?

LOVE BROOK

This ain't a law
It is a wonder that curves
Taking as it receives
In class it isn't taught
And so no genius of it exists,
Though in varying degrees,
this magic is espoused.

It doesn't get extinguished,
It dies slowly-nay it wanes,
When left unattended.
But like a snowy brook,
from a mountain recess ,
't can sprout again,
to spread its wings,
and cover wrongs past
with its lovely splendor.

To love and be loved
isn't a liability to either
its a responsibility,
borne of passion,
its a lasting reservoir,
that quench  a thirsty soul,
feeds a hungry crave,
and calms a restless heart.
From me to you-
I love you...will always do.