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Beautiful City Of Chaos - a modern poem by Paul Wanjiku

Paul Wanjiku  Beautiful City Of Chaos  Outstanding structures and beautiful buildings Trees can tell the city is in cool cleanings Crowded bars, hooting queued cars City of experienced thievery arts Poor innocents rot in jails Guilty rich get free with bails Bribe take legalize illegal illegalities And unkind kinds of more mob injustices City run by robbers, killers, public money thiefers Unqualified connected high-office workers Uplifted living standards, servants sobs City of intelectuals with jobless jobs Beautiful chaotic city of goons Standers for truth eat guns by moons Hungry hyenas, pasted smiles on red  faces Guilty-proved life-takers escape jail with self-defenses

The Legal Father Of My Girl - Part 3

  Part 3 There was this young maasai man who had eyed Kairetu during lectures and had asked her out severally, his name was Saruni Lemaiyan but comrades nicknamed him Ole Maasai. Kairetu accepted several dates and they went out. Although she accepted the dates, she constantly turned  down his consistent proposals for a couple relationship. She could only take him as a comrade and as a friend and she'd excuse herself with books. She claimed that she was still a student and that she wanted to concentrate more on her career. Despite all, Saruni wanted to settle down and start a family and because he loved her genuinely, he agreed to wait until she graduated. Saruni was born in village called Oloosurutia, in Kajiado county. His mother was a Luhya and his father was a Maasai. His parents started a business of selling Maasai made artifacts at kenyatta market in central Nairobi. For easier access to the market and for fluency of their business, they moved to Dagoretti, in a town call...

Before You Leave - Why should you take my l for g?

Part 1 (Holding Still) You should have left me your picture on the wall You should have left me the smell of your cologne  You should have left me your footsteps on the floor You should have left me your image in the kioo. Before you leave,  i know you know I'll miss you  Before you leave, let my hands talk to the body of you Before you leave, hold me good and give me a kiss Before you leave, let's undress and play with blankets  Mistakes were meant to be there I can't imagine another tree entering there If you leave my bros will laugh me out loud  Even if it means d, be it, as long as you stick around Before you leave, you should left me  Your doll I'd cuddle with before I sleep.  Before you leave, you should have left me Your picture I'd be looking at before I sleep 

The Legal Father Of My Girl (Part 1 &2)

Introduction   ... it is about a very smart and energetic young woman called Kairetu an enthusiastic and educated young woman from the bush. Her generation was that which town people disregarded moral ethics, the civilized people who's  fashion was nearly naked.... THE LEGAL FATHER OF MY GIRL  Part 1 In a small village town called Kabiria. A very green, wet and dry region. In the early 2000s most of Kabiria people practiced farming for their daily living, majority of them were traditionalists; they used to worship and perform rituals for their god under a tree popularly known as Mūgumū tree. The whole community referred to that tree as sacred. Most of Kabiria people spoke kikuyu, people from other tribes who came and settled in Kabiria learned speaking kikuyu and when they spoke it, they did it well in a manner that it was difficult to distinguish them from the kikuyus. Kabiria people were Christians even though very few of them went to church. Most of the church attend...