ARTICLES, DIARY OF A KAMPO HUSTLER, Entrepreneurship

DIARY OF A KAMPO HUSTLER: KEEP OFF THE DATING SCENE IF YOU’RE BROKE

‘Behind every successful man, there's a battalion of slay queens wanakamua mfuko yake mbaya sana.' I deem myself more than qualified to state this having undergone one too many tribulations that are experienced by the proverbial boy child. 'Mamuu leo lazima nimpeleke out brathe...tumia pesa ikuzoee' I say this to Mike if just to make… Continue reading DIARY OF A KAMPO HUSTLER: KEEP OFF THE DATING SCENE IF YOU’RE BROKE

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ARTICLES, DIARY OF A KAMPO HUSTLER, Entrepreneurship

DIARY OF A KAMPO HUSTLER; TO BET OR NOT TO BET?

What we go through trying to survive

POETRY

NOT SATISFIED

We may hope to be the world to our beloved, But lest we lose our lives trying to be the world to them, It's best we remember that they have their own world and it still cannot satisfy them, We may hope to the meaning of love to people, But before we get our hearts… Continue reading NOT SATISFIED

POETRY

STRONG WALLS SHAKE BUT…

I wasn't stalking you when I landed on what you had stated. It's probable that mine eyes were trolling your words hoping that like many times before, I would find solace in them at my darkest hour. The only difference would be that this time I wasn't accorded the pleasure of having the lamp of your… Continue reading STRONG WALLS SHAKE BUT…

POETRY

TORN APART

Torn apart, Should I be happy that am alive when others aren't? Or is it best that whine about everything that life hasn't granted me? Torn apart, Should I smile and make the most of this moment because am with you? Or should I feel down that I had to give her up to be… Continue reading TORN APART

POETRY

Watch “SLAVE TRADE IN LIBYA | SHOCKING DOCUMENTARY” on YouTube

Hallo guys, today I choose to reblog a story that was shared by my favourite writer Mandy. It is highlighting the modern slave trade in Libya. Pls take time to watch the video till the endand help to keep the discussion alive until a solution is found. Thank you.

POETRY

RIP FEMINISM 

Felinefatigue

​I give up on feminism. Yes, I give up – I am tired .No! This is not a suicide note (I love life-just not my life at the moment) A couple of hours ago I did a math paper, one of many. As I sat there alone with just my paper, pen and the CRAMMERS RULE glaring at my face I realise it is not worth it. I knew nothing in that paper not even, what I thought I knew even jacobian (trust me when I say I was a pro at this prior to the exam). These are the times I am very willing to be those traditional women who clean, bake, and all that *isht. How did I get here?

FLASHBACK:

The results were out! Us Kaimenyi babies were now safe from the famous Y’s and X’s. The big deal was now course revision, which we were paying…

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POETRY

Tiny In Africa 

Felinefatigue

Monshithinks

A lot of things some important-some do not even make sense to monshi herself . Hence you may decide for yourself.

I sound so queenly at times.

This morning I woke with the thought that in Africa and as a woman the worst possible thing to happen to you (okay I am over reacting…. but you get my point right????)Is for you to be tiny . By tiny I mean small cup breasts and a not so popping out bottom that wiggles with every movement even when you blink -exaggeration.

As many of you will contradict me on this, I have to point out the fact this is just my own rant and seeing that I am not in the category of ‘big booty’ I think I have an insiders view .(Hehehe )

To you it may be not true but trust me on this true I…

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POETRY

Poor Mother .

Felinefatigue

​Motherhood

A gift to the well up

A burden to the poor

A blessing to some

A curse to another

I have always respected mothers ,after all, they are the spring from which we all come.

Her tears broke my heart as she told me her life’s tale

It was not until someone called it slavery that i begun doubting my views on motherhood.

She said it was slavery to toil everyday for both herself and her children ,that she can never rest and she despises it . At some point as she narrated her story to me I realised that to some point she loathed them not all of them though ,Just the eldest.

Is it possible for a mother to detest her own child after raising him ?

She begged him to wait for the kids to sleep first before he beat her . She muffled her screams…

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POETRY

Unbroken eyes

Felinefatigue

I feel like a hypocrite

Here I am saying how I deserve better

My eyes areunbroken
Yet I am still with him

Currently he is sitted across me as I write this

Looking so handsome

Looking so majestic

As if he was not another jerk

Hiding behind a pretty face

I can’t bring myself to say goodbye

Somewhere deep inside I pray

I believe what we have is real

That he likes me more than he does her

That he will leave her for me

But we both know he won’t

I know deep inside…. If ask for more

Perhaps he will replace me.

It’s crazy how I know of how easy it is

For him to replace me

to replace us

When did we become so afraid my greatest fear is being replaced…. Considering I already have no place why do I fear being replaced….. Why do I put…

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ARTICLES, Kampo Saga

KAMPO SAGA: ROAN NIGHT

This was the third time calling him Mteja was nambari uliyopiga,hapatikani kwa sasa That lady kept reminding me. I know he loves me, the only thing I was supposed to do was to be loyal to him, but I fucked up. That Friday night, as I was along Millennium way, I saw this particular poster… Continue reading KAMPO SAGA: ROAN NIGHT