Letter from mother-Kenya

Look at me,
Not the usual jovial and lively
One that you’re used to
Face is no longer dazzling
sunk deep, sorrowed and griefing
Heart in pain, mind in distress
Friends and neighbours
East, West, North & South
Mourning the loss of my son.

The son in charge of defence
One who kept an eye on us
Rtd major Gen Joseph Nkaiserry
A son with a heart of steel
Now see my sad face, rugged in shock
Previously, I saw him, he was okay
But then, this world is not ours we’re just sojourners.

Now, my heart is wrinkling down
Can’t catch as much breathe
In a sombre mood
See my haggard face
All left now is hope, that the Lord will rest his soul in eternal peace!

To my beloved sons & daughters
Take heart, be strong,
Though not easy
Take courage
Let’s remain united,
All the four corners,
You’re all mine, love you equally
Deep from my heart, I want you to love each other the same way.

Rtd Major Gen Joseph Nkaiserry
May your soul rest in eternal peace,
May the fallen soldiers welcome you, with a 21 gun salute.
And to your family,
Let the light of our Lord shine in their heart,
The showers of peace flood their souls and minds
RIP Meja Jenerali

With lots of love & thoughts of courage,
Yours Loving,
Mother-Kenya

(By Wr. Theartony edited by Wakini Kuria)
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Machozi ya Jana,

Na Wr. Ng’ang’a Muthoni (Theartony)

 

Huzuni inanibana

Nikikumbuka Jana

Nilihuzunika sana

Macho yaliloa machozi

Tukio la kutamautisha

Na kuvunja moyo

Nahuzunika Sana,

Nikikumbuka machozi ya Jana!

 

Ujumbe niliupokea

Kwa huzuni na kilio

Kwamba mtetezi wa haki

Na Mali ya wanyonge

Tokana na wafisadi

Wale wenye tumbo kubwa,

Wafedhuli! walaghai!

Hayupo tena.

WillyKimani

Wakili wa wanyonge,

Nahuzunika Sana,

Nikikumbuka machozi ya Jana!

 

Nilitetemeka,

kwa hofu na hamaki

Nilihofia maisha yangu

Na wanyonge wenzangu

Maisha yamegeuka hatari

kuliko ya  porini

Walio na jukumu la kutulinda

Wamegeuka mahasidi

Mishahara wanalipwa kwa jasho zetu

Lakini Hilo hawatambui

Nahuzunika Sana,

Nikikumbuka machozi ya Jana!

 

Willy Kimani

Tuko na imani

Umejiunga na watetezi wengine

Wa haki na usawa;

Dedan Kimathi,

Martin Luther,

Ronald Ngala,

Tom Mboya

Na wengine wengi

Nahuzunika Sana,

Nikikumbuka machozi ya Jana!

 

Vita dhidi ya ukatili,

Ufisadi na mauaji ya kiholela

Bado vinaendelea

Bado mnyonge Hana haki

Anaendelea kuhangaishwa,

Na kuangamizwa

Kama nzi kwa hoteli ya mhindi!

Nahuzunika Sana,

Nikikumbuka machozi ya Jana!

 

Lakini hatujafa moyo

Tunajikakamua,

bado tunaendeleza Vita

Dhidi ya maovu haya

Tuko imani kwamba siku moja

Kimani willy atapata haki

Waliotenda maovu hayo

Waadhibiwe kisheria

Kimani tunakudhamini

Tunashukuru Mungu

Kwa kutupa shujaa

Shujaa wa jamii

Aliyejitolea kusimama na wanyonge

Nahuzunika Sana,

Nikikumbuka machozi ya Jana!

 

Tunangoja kwa hamu

Matokeo ya korti

Tuko na imani

Haki na ukweli zitapatikana

Siku moja,

Sauti ya mnyonge pia itasikika

Tutajipa moyo, na kupigana hadi mwisho,

Ni jukuma langu, Ni jukumu lako

Ni jukumu letu sisi wote!

Tusinyamaze tunapoona maovu hapa nchini

Mashujaa wetu wa haki na ukweli,

Mungu awalaze pema peponi

( Hii ni kwa ukumbusho wa maisha ya Wakili Willy Kimani, Bw Mwendwa na Bw Mururi ambao walipoteza maisha yao katika harakati za kupigania haki na usawa kwa jamii. Siku ya ukumbusho wao wa Kwanza Ni leo)

I still love you,

By Wr. Theartony, edited by Charity Kuria

Though we fight at times
I still fall for you every morning
The sparkle is still the same
Drawing me closer to losing myself in you
May not say it often
But, I’m still in love with you!

Since moving in together
Things changed a bit
From merry all the time;

Sweetie, darling, cuppy cake….

To serious hustles and bustles
These little ones depend on us
The burden somehow taking a toll on us,
Does mean I no longer care?
No, not at all
May not say it often
But, l’m still in love with you!

The future is bright
Or at least should be
Am glad you chose to walk with me
I celebrate you every minute
May not say it often
But, l’m still in love with you!

I learned to trust you fully
Because you did the same to me
How I pray the vivacity blossoms
Growing deep and wide
Despite this life being rough
We got to create more time;
Epic moments and memories
May not say it often
But, I’m still in love with you!

Those long walks in the dark
Counting stars,
Enjoying the cool breeze
Talking for hours and hours
In the slopes of the mountains
Making Merry and just being us
May not say it often
But, l’m still in love with you!

I resolve to be better,
I desire to be more present
Because you deserve better,
Our love has gathered dust,
And that’s what I want us clean,
Come, let’s relive the moment
Let’s rekindle the fire

@ Wr. Theartony
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Take me to school,

Father,
Mother,
Get me a book,
Get me a pencil,
Take me to school
I want to learn
I want to become better

Open your eyes,
And see tomorrow
When you’ll be all gone
And I’ll have no one to run to
No one to confide in

When this man decides to marry again Or when things turn dark,  When a dark cloud sweeps over my heart

Am not an object,to be sold off to frail men

Old enough to be my grandfather,

Will he be a Hubby, or a granny??

My precious young age,

you want to trade it,

For goats and Fame

At the expense of my future

Father,
Mother
Am not an extension of yourselves
But instead am an independent human being
With my own feelings, emotions and preferences
I want a life of my own choosing
I say no to early marriages
Take me to school,

I want to learn and set my own future

I want to be free,

Free from the chains of slavery,

Education will liberate me,

And other helpless girls,

From the yokes of primitive traditions
#SaynotoForcedmarriage

@ Wr. Theartony

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Sorry,

By Wr. Theartony

Sorry for not falling in Love with you,
at least not that fast,

That the glamour didn’t last, but instead faded even faster, trying to say this  politely​

As I watch you walk away,
A dark cloud sinks deep in me,
feels like the wind’s blowing you off

Mixed reactions are vivid, written boldly on my face,
Torn between smiling and wailing
Your departure is nothing to celebrate,
This I’d shout without a scintilla of doubt,
But then I can do nothing to keep you, Sadly, our days were numbered,We now have to drain the dead swamp

A troubled race it was,
And the finish line is here with us,
Giving way to a new one is unavoidable
I wish you find a better race,
Where you’ll shine back to glory,
Because you surely deserve the best

To say the least, your hands are magical,
The sound of words lyrical,
The charm of your smile magical
And the way you organize your thoughts mystical
To me, watching you leave is purely uneconomical,
Because the pain exceeds the gain

Am stuck,
Right inside a garbage truck,
not knowing whether to jump off
or stay, in this pungent stench

Seeing you walk away isn’t amusing,
But then, it’s good for you
A much needed relief,
Because my hands are tied
My feet chained,

I can’t move, I can’t Love!

Sorry!

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#theartony

Living the lie

By Wr. Theartony (Ng’ang’a Muthoni)

When all hope is gone and all the energy is drained. When your eyesight turns dim and the world becomes a hopeless pit. When all around you is nothing but shackles of poverty and signs of despair written everywhere.

When the rivers,springs and geysers giving a breath to life finally dries up, the greenlands and the magical scenes turns into deserted deserts. That moment when both friends and enemies team up to make a formidable force against any aura of confidence remaining in the tenets of your soul. When everything seems work seamlessly, not for your good but for your absolute demolition.

When all those who cared or ought to care seem and sound unconcerned but instead add salt to the wound making life unbearable. When every corner you run to hide to becomes another even more grievous danger to your already emaciated soul. When the threads of your hope in life are at the break-point and all you see is despair. An end to the journey.

Hold your thoughts Just for a moment. Take a deep breath and see life as the vanity of vanity it actually is. Take a sail through the deep seas of reality however bitter this might be. Swallow the bitter truth that we have all been living a lie. Thinking that the outward good and material possessions is more important. That money and wealth would translate into a better life.

The world’s materialistic approach is the greatest fallacy in the history of Man. The ideology that a man’s worth be measured by what is in his name and the reputation he holds. The amount of resources he owns. This is False, so false that calling it so is an overstatement.

Sit down and evaluate your miseries and to your surprise, the root course is 99.99% material and the remaining 0.01 is your mindset towards these man-made miseries. Funny enough, even this mindset has been subconsciously shaped by the materialistic mindset.

So son(s) and daughter(s) of the mountains, do not just sit down and allow yourself to drown in the nasty world of living a lie and despair when the truth charges against you to show you the real life that you should be living.

Do not allow the minds and ways of man define who you are, and who you you should be. Just sit down and ask yourself what really matters between material or outward presentation and the wealth of the heart. The satisfaction drawn from having done all that you would have done in exploiting the available resources whether it paid off well or not.

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King,You’re Naked

By Wr. Theartony (Ng’ang’a Muthoni)

Your Highness Mtemi, I know that I do not have the Locus to stand before you today or any other day.Because my blood is not blue. Am just a mere peasant,a destitute man who owns nothing but  a defaced Jembe and a panga. I don in tatters and live in some deplorable makeshift. Honestly, I have defied all protocols but you’ll have to forgive me, I had to speak!

I recall vividly, a few years back when my wife was pregnant with our last born. You displayed opulence and political flamboyance as you tore your political competitor into pieces in your campaigns. You stretched your muscles and reduced him  into a political dwarf. That whole day I didn’t set  foot in  the farm. The people who work your people had convinced us that it would be a liberation day for us all.It had represented by your sycophants as the day of our second liberation, A liberation from yokes of Black settlers. You made many big promises. For the first time in my life I felt the glory of the promised land.

 

The Baraza closed late in the evening, hunger pangs had already kicked in but you were philanthropic enough to dish out pleasant handouts to both your loyals and the not so loyal……That being the trend, you successfully captured the seat and surrounded yourself with a bunch of “bureaucrats” who dictate your actions. They paint a clean picture of beautiful neat and healthy kids playing outside beautiful schools. They tell you that the roads are well done and that your people can access clean  water and other necessities.

They tell you that you’re the best, that you’ll rule for 100 years. That you’re greatly loved by your subjects for the “good” governance and “philanthropist acumen” you’ve displayed.

Sadly all this is a sugarcoat, it’s not different from a bunch of rotten potatoes packaged in a dazzling white fancy packets!!!! it doesn’t make them any better.

So your Majeshi, Am here to represent the peasants and table the sad story as it is because the people are really suffering. There’s alot gnashing of the death out there. I speak boldly because, I never want it to go on record that I  remained silent when my world needed my speech desperately.

Your Majeshi, Am telling you that Wanjiku can’t access the kisima. where she used to draw water both for domestic water and for their livestock. Apparently it’s now said to be private property. Now your Majeshi, how blind can your  eyes be or how deaf could your ears be? to just burry your head in sand over the looming unrest? The sanctity of property rights can not be gainsaid in modern economy. As the great scholar A.M. Honore described real property, it is a bundle of rights and not just a claim or proof of having a title deed.

All of us here are or should be equal and no man’s rights are more equal than the others.’ why then are peasants continuing to languish and wallow in a quagmire of confusion just beneath your nose? how do you continue to draw hefty packages as your people continue to Suffer? I hear that roads are well done in your own hood while potholes are the order of the day in other areas. Resources are never distributed equally. why this separatist approach? balancing the promises you made against what you’ve delivered, the only logical conclusion is Pathetic.

A Further juxtaposition of your performance against your Constitutional & statutory mandate worsens the situation. The people are entitled to services and proper representation. They deserve a listening ear, they deserve protection of their property and other rights, but right now as we speak immense dissatisfaction is in the air.

As I pen this off, the people are not asking for any favour from you but demanding for what is rightfully theirs.

# Effective representation,protection of property rights, Equitable distribution of resources.
# LetYour cohorts not lie, You’re Naked!

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Vote for me,

 

By Wr. Theartony

 

Vote for me and be safe,

because even if you don’t, I’ll still rig myself in

Am well connected with the high offices

Check my call log, I just spoke to the chief!

whether you want it or not, I’ll be clinching  that seat.

I’ll be honest with you, and tell you the naked truth

 

On roads;

Ladies, gentlemen and Vinyangarika

I’ll not build any roads for you!

Instead, I’ll import a fleet of off road beasts

For myself,my children,my wife and the concubines

I’ll make sure that they’ll never suffer on the gruesome, horrible roads again

 

On schools;

I’ll build No schools for anybody

Instead I’ll move my children to the group of schools,

Sit back and watch the public education system go down the drain

The day I’ll asssume that office

I’ll ensure that they access the best education here

And later on,

overseas for even better schooling,

They deserve it

I will make sure that your children continue to fail,

I will table draconian motions to make it even harder for your children to ever become anything other than blacksmiths and tailors

 

On property;

I will not protect any of your property,

Instead,

I’ll grab your land and confiscate your other properties

All this land you boast of will be my private property.

I will fence it off with an electric fence

All this time I will not be putting it into any economic use

Just lying idle out there

I’ll have shoved you into  shantis and ramshackles living in deplorable conditions,

you must know who’s running the show.

 

I will grab everything, even your wives

Every beautiful woman will belong to me

No peasant will own anything.

Yes,

I will even hire expatriates, to see how we can even grab that oxygen you breath

All of you will become my subjects

I’ll be the real sheriff.

 

On food security;

Out of the massive resources,

I’ll acquire huge milling companies,

Buy your farm produce at a throw away price

Mill and hoard the same until your stores are depleted

Then sell it out to you at an arm and a leg price

Recoup my initial investments and make  huge profits

I will make it extremely difficult for you mechanize,

Do irrigation or anything that would give you better harvests

If possible, I’ll even divert all the rains to my farm

Such that you do not get even a single drop

 

On justice;

I will become the supreme law of this land,

I’ll be the chief justice,the supreme court, all the way to the subordinate court.

My judgments shall final,binding and can never be challenged anywhere.

Each of my declarations will forms new precedent, a precedent that will be binding on everyone even in their ‘bedrooms’

In short;

Vote for me and I’ll milk you dry

I’ll ensure that my selfish interests are fully satisfied

Anyone with a dissenting opinion shall face my wrath.

You only have  two options

To either vote for me

or

VOTE FOR ME!

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You, my chosen one;

By Wr. theartony

From a crowd of many
You alone I chose
Not because of your looks
But because of who you are
I want it known, close and afar
That you’re my chosen one

Let our story be told

Let our life be an example
To this hopeless world
Where being faithful to one
Is a diamond, so hard to find
Where promiscuity is praised
And purity abhorred

We found love
Love so pure and calm
Out of a hopeless pit
Left for despair
With scattered glass pieces,

bleeding hearts and faint hopes
Life was full of dents

We thought of calling it quits
But then,
confidence we chose
Together we stuck,
Together we held close,
grew stronger together Everyday

Amid the hurdles

Many mountains, valleys

And vicious rivers crossed

For far too long We crawled,
Now we can stand and walk

For far too long we mumbled,

Now we can talk

All this time we never quit,

Here we are now!

The fruits are now here
Cherry and ready
Sweeter than honey,

Better than money
Now my chosen one, come Let’s enjoy
Every pain, every tear

was worthwhile

I take pride in our journey,

I rejoice in who we’ve become

I smile back at you

It was all worth it.

I’ll walk with you, I’ll sail with you

I’ll fly with you. I’ll stay with you.

Now and forever, because

you and only you,

Are my chosen one!

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#Theartony

The cry of a boy child

 

By Wr. Ng’ang’a Muthoni (Theartony)

So you wake up one morning and decide we’re over? without giving me a chance to be heard or even issuing me with a notice.
“Njipange njijue vile nitado…”

 

You shouted at me as you were packing my clothes in a yellow paper bag. It was no longer a taxi like it was when all this escapades started rather it became a motorcycle, to ferry away like a sack of potatoes.

You forgot how you cleverly took advantage of the just ended lecturers’ strike under the pretext of getting me something to do with my life. You lied that you’d fix my life and set me for greatness whilst you knew very well that you were after my agility. You were out to feed your insatiable drive at my own peril. You harbored immense desires to see my life go to waste. You wanted to use and drain my youthful days to the last drop.

Now, you had me staying in your  house for a month, had a short lavish life at the expense of my long future.

Because you have the money and the influence, you think you can buy everything? You think you can mislead young minds and destroy their lives? I thought you were setting me for greatness, so mistaken I was. You were setting me up for a tragic downfall~ how I regret.

I had resolved to go back to the village and help my ageing parents out in the farm, but you misled me and strongly convinced me that there’s a better life in the leafy suburbs, being driven around in posh Beasts and flying out in a private jet once in a while to Hemingway’s watamu,baobab beach resort and other prestigious destinations. I believed you! Am a fool.

Now that you got what you wanted, you chase me like a dog. You embarrass me in broad daylight, you’ve disparaged my ego and for a moment am tempted to see myself a useless failure.

How do I readjust to my previous lifestyle? How do I go back to my Campus room? How do I tell of this tale to the friends whom you had already convinced that you had found a well paying job for me? Just how, tell me how???

But because am a MAN, I’ll not give up with my life. I’ll find a way out, somehow I will, trust me. I’ll still get to what I was meant to be, but you put a huge dent in my life, I hope to recover someday.

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