KASAZILE

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 (In a town with tall erected buildings; busy streets, congested roaring engines, all-type people trickling up and down the streets, each minding own business apart from kamageras who'd grab people they make eye contact with asking them to board their nganyas by force. Opposite Old Tuskys Mall, there stands a restaurant decorated with chicken chips offer adverts. Inside; room UO17, on a bed, sat Omollo in his late 30s; well built man, dressed formally and his face covered with well-done blackish beards. He had just arrived and was unpacking his suitcase. He neatly set clothes aside and reaches a pistol and loads it with a bullet.) Omollo: I can't hold it anymore. (Holds the pistol to his throat and pulls the trigger, he nearly blows his throat). Knock! Knock! Knock! (Door knocks). (Hides the pistol under the clothes and gets the door). Ms Kamau: Here are your bathroom attires. (Enters and places them carefully on a stool close to a bathroom door). I'm a...