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Mateachings za mkama; usiwai acha drink kwa meza, kuna rice out there, life is all about control,to me me it’s the way men make his morn and to her,makes him grow. Life ni funny,tamu kama honey na kila nyama iko na utamu wake.How can I make you relate in this state,question fate and the date’s that,that marks either a start or an end, make amends when necessary,life has twists and bends, over the highest mountain and down under the deepest valleys.

The thing is that the truth and only the truth hurts.

We all walk a path with a mix in the classes that exist, the teacher teaches us and the exams always come after every session like seasons, life is a house we all stay in, some make it a home and east or west we eventually come to rest.

Mpango wa kando huwa mwiba, sika mawaitha, nilifundiswa, ni time yangu ya kufundisha, mwalimu is the teacher, Ngai undethesya, yeye Hunitengeza, life ni path sisi hupitia pamoja, Cherry ni Vegas ya mtaani, kama vile south C Ililikua kwa E-sir, Wakenya, si alituambia, niliambiwa sitawai achwa, am Gos’s son, yaani a Man, rooted to the ground is my life, Mother Nature ni mama na Father Time ni baba, niko na makaka na madada, tumegrow over time, like the way an overy and a sperm combine to make one flesh, is it a boy or a girl, the difference is in the sex, mate, am royalty, British.

A product from slavery, changes happening like every other new moon, wisdom comes from within, all you do is ask for the key from God, that’s life.

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Peace.

God, why are you talking to me in this place, is thus what you meant exactly when you gave!

Will my favorite favour lead me to my grave or shame?

Nimechoka God.

Keep me still in all ways, sober in drained moments, lead me not to the grave because of pain that’s not my own to gain.

Naomba msamaha na sio tei kwa hii fate nagain, sio ati ninamblein, grave staki ikue my fame , ndani yangu niko na pain na Uo sio my gain. 

Stop.

Looking within as the beat played in the background, when am FUCKED up, that’s the real me, all walls down.
Stop looking at me that way, you don’t know the torture in my mind, you don’t know the pain in my chest, I wear it like a vest,  am acing the test, am just rhythming because I feel am the best, am on a quest and am blessed.
Lean not on your own understanding.
Too focused and concentration is among a couple people in the national nation your birthed in, Africa’s best and this I confess.

Hearts.

I tried to help but realized that I couldn’t.

Help is a friend’s​ victim so to speak, all I can do is give you my opinion but the choice is yours.
Read between the lines and see the depth that proves the existing presence of the one you have, had and will have from experience, she that loves you will never leave and the vice versa of the original.
The beauty within love is that it’s not really what you want but need, soulmate ni gate between fates, imagine states where you meditate about them and realize, she’s either your Eve or he’s your Adam.
Kusema ukweli, the truth hurts, the truth sets you free, the truth always comes out, the truth is unforgettable.

The card drawn.

Thanks.

Hapo vipi, the question made me insecure, terrified actually because at the moment I was blank.
Scratching​ my head wondering.
In my defense, I didn’t promise perfection, I didn’t say a monster doesn’t exist in me, the other side, so to speak.
How do you calm the storm with no power?

Do you borrow it, buy it or steal it from a mysterious entity?
The songs played on in the background but to him, the beat turned sour, at heart, the pain grew as the depth he dove in grew deeper by each memory, the feel of miss, the kiss that blew he off his feet, the effect on ice when exposed to heat, this she made he feel, needs​ she more than he, the pain engulfed his chest, flame burns but doesn’t consume, the comfort was only brought from the joy of our meet, he is longing much for she, am addicted, like a junkie am hooked to this drug, love, for she, these​ feelings​ brought back to the icebox of a heart, lost as a boomerang, the irony of that is not.
The origin far as east and west but at the middle was the meet, that cool night that followed Valentine, remember a time spent, that was the start of a new journey, through that path, look back and see how far we roll back, like a movie we play, script written by the steps we move by, she my lady, she my queen, am talking chess, she my freak in the, he calls she the piece and he that other, the halves that became one over time, join the dots and see, through the storms and shines we basked in, under the moonlight and stars representing memories made, vintage as ancient art, the things we have done date back to our time, he believes​ she the one and only under the sun, she his and he her’s, call me cupids victim, he fell hard for her as fast as that arrow shot straight through, bled red, and she nursed the love wound, on this land we grow from, our world.
I guess she planted this tree that grew and now shades we, love her and love her and love her, she’s​ once, twice, three times my lady, like Linole kinda quoted.

Am talking​.

Am taking fear.

Something that I’ve had over the years, am talking fear.

Of things that have broken me down to tears, am talking fear.

I get emotional whenever these feelings creep near, am talking fear.

Of things that are attached to me so dear, am talking fear.

Blessed with the gift of living forever but with this pain, am talking fear.

Of insecurities and a shift in my self esteem, am talking fear.

Of not achieving the purpose that’s mine, am talking fear.

In this ever changing development and growth, the shift between the layer of evolution of life, fear affects even the strongest among.

Am talking fear.

Of the sin I’m born with, the curse, the rise and fall.

Am talking me.

For am still looking.

Am talking he.

For trying.

Am talking she.

Because the explanation doesn’t seem to make sense.

Am talking fear.

For the tongue is mighty powerful as a tool.

Trapped.

He saw the world in a different perspective, human yet not.

And that was just not but the creepy part, my name is given at birth, born at a number that was brought to life, a representative repetition of the pronouncing breath.

The tongue is mighty powerful, remember that in the end you are what you preach.

Peace be with you at your darkest hour.

I contemplated thoughts, I exposed myself to my fears, I weakened and that vulnerability took root, work was at play and others knelt down and prayed. 

Was it an, exosim?

Look within and find yourself, your voice is sound that can either be liked, disliked or tolerated.

I’m a demented monster struggling to find some angels.

Corrupted like a government sworn to satisfy it’s needs, up and about in the fields they grow it, a plantation exposing the reality behind the truth, born and raised as a child.

Did mama teach me right?

Alone I stood, as the wind blew he walked, the feelings within scrumbled and grew, looking back was the final blow, ouch!

Now he walked with a twitch and a glow, limping along the path before he disappeared, things just got weird.