I know who I am

I know who I am
I use cuss words

Sometimes I curse my words

Full of venom and rage


Streaming on my paper page

You judge my work with the forest in your eyes

While I understand my try’s

Through the gains, pains, a shrub in my eyes. 

Judge not

Lest you be judged

Be a brother’s keeper

But focus on your life deeper

Keen to point out the wrongs

But cant focus on your life’s wrongs

Tell me my errors in person 

Not in public, don’t let your mouth run

I want to build 

Not peer at my wrong 

And I’m Bill, not dude

Where there’s Bill there’s a will there’s a way 

Not having you

Bring me down live half my life and throw the rest away. 

I know who I am, is that something y’all can say?

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I Spooned Creativity

I embraced the warmth of creativity 
Suckled it

Tasted its breast

Let its invigorating milk of expression flow into me

I cuddled in the warmth of its arms

Let it spoon me

Engulf my mind with thoughts unknown

Stared into its dazzling eyes

Sipped the sweet nectar

That oh so sweet nectar of its freedom
I made love to its sensuality

Let it caress my mind, oh yes, creativity 

The art of of its beauty 

And the beauty of its art


Making beast of two backs within me

Life is clear as should be

I was once blind

The cobwebs in my eyes are cleared

Now I see

With expressions

I birthed impressions

Into this world bring contemplations 

Believe me

I let it ejaculate

And the words leapt to the page

The run so freely

Just so you can understand this

I beseech thee’s’

I’m but a sword sheathed in Orion’s belt

Straight to the Pleiades of your mind I’m loosed

Run and and majestically battle

Like centaurs before me

Avoid oh Scorpio’s sting

Dance alongside Capricorn’s being

And by Pisces drink
I birthed creativity’s child

Swathed her in flowing robes golden

Drenched her in words flowing

Quenched her in milk, bold and 

Fed her from the springs of observing

Pitter patter, pitter patter

Its the officers,  hurry, scatter! 

Pitter patter, pitter patter, 

You can be an artist, it doesn’t matter, 

But so they said as I write quietly by

Plato watching the moon, 

Galileo seeing the sun he swoons,

Bend ideas and free minds

In a world of bondage and mental slavery

Take here creativity, be her wife

Show us what you see

Treat us, be kind. 

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So, I did manage to attend the Safaricom Safari7s… For those ardent rugby, party…. (you know where you fall) fans, this used to be that event. Everyone wanted to be in attendance. From the underage to those almost senior citizens. It was the hallmark, nay, the peak of the rugby season. Let’s be real for […]

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Let me fix that. 

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She feels dead inside

The light of her solitary candle flickers


For a moment she’s at peace

But off it goes


With it the last vestiges of love and care go

Into the dark recesses of her heart and soul

Carrying on its ethereal wings

All the joy and happiness she has

Leaving behind 

In its wake a growing, gnawing 

Darkness evolving

Showering and blanketing

Smothering her insides
She’s dead inside 

At a bar

Two knuckles of ice and a martini please

A flask of whiskey

A sliver of rum

She wants to get high tonight

Just like every night

Trying to ignore 

Scrambling to forego 

The luscious


Juicy and invitingly haunting darkness within

A room for two please 

No room for this piece

Not this peace

Calm and collected

Dazed and reflecting


Comfort from the loins of the glass

Escape in the guy at the bar’s end, arms, 
She died inside

Cemetery of her love frozen over


Dreaming of her young love

Premature love that was 4 years too late

Walk me to my gate

Bang on the grate

My names Cate

I dont sex now, not till its late

Says he, she doesn’t want to wait

But this smile

This stubborn awesome smile

Stop this ache

Permafrost dissolve

I’m told

To wait? 

What are these words he spake 

Somewhere in the desert

Oasis takes shape
She’s smiling inside

He’s her bona fide

Partner in crime

Have something fried

I hate you because I tried

But you insisted 

Controllingly resisted

Gained access to my existence

And instead

Of being mopey and conflicted

Now Im happy, joy afflicted

I think that

You hid a flower thinking its dead

But what you didnt know 

Nurture and love was all it needed

To feel that

It could blossom and be 

The most beautiful thing

For sore eyes, my sight to see

Youve been hurting too long

Now come here

Let me fix that.”


I would…. 

I would tell you I’m happy 

But my tears would be lying

Trying but crying

My soul is fighting

For those of the fair gender

To not care I’d be a pretender

Pretence in subsequence

My allegiance is not

But the ills confered 

Inferred and inflected 

Upon, I do weep
I would say I’m scared

But the ease 

With which

Which with I conduct 

These songs to play

Perform to please

Enjoy and concieve 

Happiness in you

A shield wouldst form. 

Not immaculate conception

Bring for perception 

Disguise this perception

Calm bring your heart. 
I would say I’m fine

But these wrinkles

Wreathed with freckles

Freshly picked from my dalliance

In this alliance

In my daily dance 

Under the sun

Would my lie betray

Lest I 

Free feel to display

The questions

The who what the where and the how

Sitting here,  my hair, tearing it out

My soul to bleed

I beg carry me

Mercy please 

The cup of stress, may it cease

As your laughter 

Happiness will breathe

Into my weary bones, these, 

And finally 

In time, fine

I will find

I will be. 
I will tell you I’m now happy 
A smile you will see

A crack of sunshine

To light up my pale sky

But I 

Deep inside, know my

Joy was resting


And recuperating 

In I. 

(image courtesy of Mavingo Photography… Captured at Blankets and Wine) 

For women who refuse

Part 3

This is for women who refuse to make space.

It probably confused you that I didn’t lower my gaze when you stared at me. Perhaps that’s because you don’t know who I am. For a long time I didn’t know either until my Kenyan sisters showed me where to look. Plucked from India, my tongue recognised only three generations, and I was filled with envy at those whose homes lay on land that sheltered all their ancestors. Then one day, on a stage bathed in red light, Sitawa the third Namwalie demanded that we call out her name. And as I danced in the shadows, the nyatiti licking at my soul, my blood reminded me that it could never forget.

Let me tell you who I am.

I am the daughter of a woman whose fearlessness in her pursuit of justice comes from a place grounded in such…

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I walked into Galileo lounge VIP at around 7:40 pm and headed straight to the VIP section. My colleagues from work were there already, standing in small groups mumbling. The red velvet couches and purple neon lights blended into a hue so royal I couldn’t help but rub my hands in ‘glamour’ as I walked in. I felt like all this was happening in slow motion. I felt like Dbanj. The music playing was slow, smooth, West African jazz; it sounded like Youssou N’dour. The air was cold. Filled with a concoction of different scents of fragrances. Mostly strong men’s cologne. I smiled at the scrawny waitress in a short skirt and bushy weave pointing at the crimson red couches for us to sit. She smiled back rather shyly, feigning some nondescript yet clearly non-existent innocence.

‘Opun di thaap’ (open the tap) shouted Semi at the club manager. Semi, pronounced…

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Here I sit


Song on repeat
Pictures by my feet
Slow and weak
My pulse
I’m defeat
Dull aches in waves
Cascade over my heart
My shirt
In tears drenched
Strength spent
In a suitcase, memories
Anxiety my disease
Weakened by melodies
Your laughter I miss
A minute for that lingering kiss
Phone in my hand
A response, if any I await
Seconds copulate
Minutes gestate
Hours its been
This rift enlarges
A small crack
A seam from arises

I peer at my wall
Mirror mirror on my wall
Lady I love, hear not my heart’s call?
This yearning desire in me
I have bedded chest pain
Silence cutting so deep
I’m bleeding inside
Dying with eyes open wide
Taking in breaths
But heart screaming
‘I protest!!! ‘
Pestering isn’t jestering
Just juxtaposing
And supposing
Maybe wondering
Am I annoying?
(sigh) 😐😩:|
But I seek mending
Reconciliation with mine
But in the corner my heart
Time out is spending

Darkness overcomes
Melancholy abounds
Dark, cumulus, overcast
Exit light left,
Enter discouragement
Abundance sadness
All the while
I’m waiting, watching and hoping
A message, a missive, receiving
Alas!  What do I do?
Stuck in my mind
Captive I am…..
So on the floor I sit
Phone in hand
Heart in hand
Here on the bedside you sit
Waiting, watching, hoping
To talk to the one I’m,


Naivasha Coffee House

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Okay, so I know this week I was supposed to do another post on hotels but I felt this needed to be told. You know how there are those eateries and drinkeries (yeah I made it up…) hidden and nestled in various town in Kenya that you would swear your ancestors on, well I found one. Not really me, but rather my mother did.

We were driving down from the highlands (Eldoret) and as we approached Naivasha, I could see her getting very excited. As much as I do get carried away observing the zebras, antelopes and chimps beside the road, something in her voice got me yearning. She told me of this coffee place at Delamere that she always makes a point of stopping at. The sparkling of her eyes was electrifying; almost like when a kid gets a new toy and they want to show it off ….yeah…

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Our Hotels

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Hello, so over the next few days I will be doing an overview of the various hotels, resorts and lodges available. The in depth versions will be available later.

Sarova Kenya


The Sarova hotels are a group of hotels and lodges that offer 5 star luxury accommodation. They are found all over the country in the various game parks and reserves from the coast to the rift valley. They are ;

  • Sarova Stanley Nairobi
  • Sarova Panafric Nairobi
  • Sarova Whitesands Beach resort &Spa Malindi
  • Sarova Mara
  • Sarova Shaba
  • Sarova Lion Hill
  • Sarova Taita Hills
  • Sarova Salt Lick – Tsavo

Straight from the airport, they have a shuttle service to provide transport to the hotels. They offer accommodation at prices ranging from 150- 900 dollars . Rooms are spacious, beautifully furnished with those on the game reserves offering wonderful views of wildlife and the scenery. They feature world class cuisine comprising of…

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