KASAZILE

 SCENE 1 Inside the police car. Officer 1 is driving, next to him is officer 2. Omollo, Musyoka and Karanja are sitted at the back.  Musyoka: Afande, my kidneys are pressing. I want to pee. Officer 2: (As he turns to face Musyoka) Pee there! (He gives him a mighty slap.)  Parr! (Musyoka wets his pants. Omollo and Karanja looks terrified) Musyoka: Afande we can talk. Officer 2: Nyang'au! You can talk in jail! (He then looks at Omollo, Omollo's face lands on the officer 2's palm. Parr! his jaw is hurt) Mateka! This is not an uber! Sit up!  Officer 1: Murder, violence and illigal arms and you want to talk? Officer 2: (To officer 2) Namba, maybe he got something tangible. (to Musyoka) Okay, talk. Musyoka: 100k. Officer 2: For a life sentence? Unaongea kama mtoto! Kijana, talk like a man! Karanja: But officer, how can you negotiate with a criminal caught on the act? Officer 1: Are you yourself clean? You too is a criminal! How dare you correct the law! Officer 2: (Puts K...

  The Black Bead   Beautiful ones are not yet born But this one? Seem she came before the day I saw she and felt my heart beat. In that dream; Unlike ice that melts on heat, some parts of me Solidified when her palms upped and downed on me.   I sat Time by my side until I became a patient As I waited for the one my heart fell for In my thoughts. As the hills walked side by side Her beautiful black hairs swung, side by side   She's more than beautiful; beauty can’ define her Her dark skin; soft as breast. Her honey lips; sweet, Sweeter than milk. And when she speaks The nose, the smile, the gap between her teeth In a pool of portions of spells, she makes me sink Every night; sheets, she, and me I die for, The woman perfectly God created me for The woman home I'd love to find waiting me for The woman whom I’d spend the rest of my days on Is like a black bead and she looks beautiful on me.  

GITHURAI 375   We love our green  And we are going to fight   We will not stand your mistreats  Not on our sight!   We know we will bleed  We know we will be killed   I better die in a battle field  Than die on a hospital bed

I AM GOING BACK HOME I'm Going Back Home I never travelled I never left home The guest I hosted  Really felt at home First thought he was god In exchange of my mother He gave me the word Now I cant fight for my right Because it is against the word

  Who took it? It's No Longer Shining It's never shining again Dullness reign through the day Nobody said I don't like happenings in the dark Dark took over Light Actual light left with light like love And now we're only left with light from the solar system Lightless hood with poor lighting Lightless huts, hurt-less hurts Nobody loves, everything's turf Children hunting cash with guns And lead with government of gangs Who took it? Food is costive no jobs no clean cash Getting it by force with violence and guns Just is unaffordable minus cash Nobody knows peace, atmosphere's harsh Who took it? The sun is shining, bright and bright It's day and it's very dark outside Kindness treated like a noun Armed in sheep suits sheep smile sheep speech Inside sheep suits stood thieves with degrees masters and PhDs Who took it? It's no longer shining

Let's Shoot S Video And get Seen On TV Never thought she'd ever get seen on tv Now she posts videos and gets seen on tv There's an accident. That's content! You got camera?  Let's take video publish on media and get seen on tv Injureds are in pain. Man, we need content They're patients enough. They can wait! Subscribers are thirsting for regular updates Mogaka published a video dancing with mud went viral hit news headlines and got seen on TV Accident is a mountain! This'll be break news It's called internet weighing with clicks and video views Somebody's dead! Hurray! We got another content Let's take a video post it and get seen on tv

Mc Dopes, the top rising Kenyan dancehall artist Mc Dopes also known as Dancehall Daddie emerges the top rising Kenyan dancehall artist after releasing  Mc Dopes - Girl Dangerous feat Dj Sonch The Interview with Mc Dopes kasazile: So, who is Mc Dopes? Mc Dopes:  Uumh... Mc Dopes is a Kenyan by birth, a dancehall artist from Ongata Rongai and a first born of 3. Kasazile: In the first place, what got you into doing music? Mc Dopes: Well. Music is my passion, its a passion-driven kinda thing since when I was a child. Kasazile: And who inspired you to get into the music industry? Mc Dopes: My inspiration comes from different dancehall icons. I'm more inspired by the likes of Redsan, Sean Paul, Busy Signal... I mean the list continues. Kasazile: Ok, that's nice. And, how would you describe the music that you typically create? Mc Dopes: Well, ideas comes from listening to different artists across the globe and so, I get different themes and write my songs. Kasazile: Who wo...

He Said She Said The come they go, Looking good from a far  eyes arrested, killing men with big behind. Beauty is not enough enough to define you. You surpass beautiful. Surprised with a missionary gift Thrusted in as it was a mission Spread her shanks like spreading the gospel Retention failed!  Yelled in and turned to a dad. Gaming was fan. She claimed she came Urge invited again;  she came and came Uh, uh, game and game Together forever, she said he said Father of two mother of three Forever is not a thing of the world, it doesn't exist. Love is a thing of the world like cash It comes and it goes I was once in love. He said she said.

A Thin  Dissociation Scene 1 Early at dawn. The sun is stretching, breathing morning's fresh air and forming tall shadows. Tall glassy buildings are reflecting the beautiful sunrise with bright red-orange twinkles. The restaurant is glowing with its yummy yummy advert decor. Inside the restaurant, Ms Kamau is dusting her office, attends to a client, gives her key and leads her to a room... Upon her  return, she finds Karanja and the police officer waiting at the reception. Ms Kamau: Morning gentlemen, you need a room? Officer: Not really. Karanja: Any whereabouts of Mr Omollo? Ms Kamau : Can't disclose my client's information with an empty hand just like that. Karanja: An empty hand? Officer: You want to be charged with attempting to bribe the law? Ms Kamau: Am I not rich to get away with it anyway like they normally do? Karanja: Where there's money; most likely, justice is served well. Officer: Enough of your justices. Tell us if you've hard from him lately. Ms K...

The Carrying Cross Every he for himself. Alone And she for herself and the community You're a man. They say, drag your cross along.  But he has no back not even his own community Waithera is a good girl she'll take the front seat Kamau is a man he'll manage the back-bench Gets knocked if she comes back after the sun sit Nobody bothers when he comes back drank dead late Took to boarding school, boys for boys, girls for girls Anxiety of broke modelled their wanting pool for snacks Paid with backs; tongues aroused affects for their mates And graduated together with proud gay' certificates. Blood-line can't even buy nor submit to the blame No stretched hands to help him carry the garbage  At least she. Can naturally get keep ups He can't, don't. Carries on with own cross Through the human rights-less city of dead gods De humanised smell viciously kicked his last breathe  At the end of his interment they plant a cross A small cross, tinnier than the cross that ki...

The Unrighteous Church of God Its beautiful! But from outside They enter as they say Once I sit on that seat Cast me in I'll do you good He was a faithful servant of God Elongated his hand and rescued people Committed his living for the lord Served many and led many to God Buys Bishop tea with a fattened offering Bribing his way in through the lord He's a faithful man of God vote him in Bishop's say follows the sheep of the lord But Jesus was not a politician! They decorate darkness with light The man of God said its okay Men dating men on the land of the lord  He was casted for his transparent morals Can't change the system, it buys good morals He went in a good man, adopted change And came out as bad as he could can Pillars mourn for the wrath that'd befall The church its ways if it fail to recall Priests eating goats sheep eating nothing they got But expectations of maize bags full of dead hopes Raila  Odinga with Akorino Church 26 March 2023

  SCENE 1 (Karanja Wairimu accompanied by a police officer walks inside the restaurant, rings a bell at the reception desk. After few minutes, Ms. Kamau walks in). Officer: We are in pursuit of a debtor on the run. The last time his phone was on, GPS pointed on this restaurant.  Karanja: His name is Omollo Binairo. Ms. Kamau: (Flips a book, scans through, pauses) Sorry for that. Seems like Omollo Binairo checked out minutes ago. Karanja: Is he coming back? Receptionist:  I don't know but you can check back. Officer:  Alright. You can call this number, (gives her a card) that is if you see him. Ms. Kamau: Alright, will look into that. Karanja: Well, thank you. (Officer and Kamau walk out speaking without being heard, as they disappear in the streets, Ms. Kamau looks disturbed, stands a little as if she's thinking of something, she then dials the cellphone on the reception desk, while holding the cell to her ear, Omollo walks in. She hangs up and places it back to it...

Beyond Constriction ACT 1 Mid evening In Nairobi 2016 Scene 1 (It's mid evening in Nairobi at Afya Center front street; the street is busy with congested urban Nairobi buses and people are walking up and down, shop to shop, each minding own business apart from kamageras who'd grab people they make eye contact with asking them to board their matatu  by force. Opposite the bus-station, there stands a restaurant decorated with chs and chicken offer ads. Inside room UO17, Omollo; a tall dark tall and well built man dressed a black suit and his face covered with beards. He had just arrived and after surveying the street through the window, he grabs a suitcase behind the door, puts it on the bed and starts unpacking. He neatly set clothes aside and reaches a revolver and loads it a bullet.) Omollo: I can't take it anymore! (He puts the gun to his throat and pulls the trigger, he nearly blows his throat) (Door knocks, he puts the gun back in the suitcase and gets the door. Upon o...

On a cussion in a dark lighting Sits me sipping tea reminiscing Us collecting golds in garbage bins Joyously feeding on richman's droppings Flashbacks walking up an' down my face One stared at me  and said She came home drank with a red face Cut my bro' and hospitaled him for a first aid Her cooking uncookable stolen sweet bananas Exchanging provision with different cucumbers Demonstrating immeasurable true adoration And love bonded her kids in bad good situation' My small heart is  big enough To fix you in completely  Daughter of my grandpa Willy Take mine heart. I can do without!