Poetry & Works by Kaffi & Kaffy

so much vile has tarnished my womb, so many tears have eroded the peace of my children, so much injustice has crippled the hope of my loved ones, so much pain has made my Kenyans feel orphaned. I did not give birth to gluttons and hyenas, I did not curse my children with draught and famine, I did not close my eyes to their sufferings, I did not forget to be a parent. my children are of diverse cultures, each with blooming smiles and unique heritage, they are brothers and sisters from the same womb, that’s how I know they will stand united when they called to be counted as Kenyans. they learnt from the demons that invaded as in 2007 they learnt from the blood spilt, the lives lost in that aftermath of elections, just the other day they stood together to help their brothers & sisters in the northeastern, just the other day they found peace at home. shame be on whoever stirs evil amongst my children, curses be on whoever steals from them, my

I was once adored by the heavens Long before they come with their iron snakes And sticks shooting fire, I was the pearl of the continents Before they decided to divide and conquer I was where gods sought tranquility Where all my sons and daughters lived in harmony Unbound in spirit Unstained by corruption and immoral practices, I’m barely the paradise I was a fortnight ago Memories of death, rape and sickness Have eroded the peaceful vibe I gave birth to Now I’m stained with mockery, fear and history of bloodshed I’m more known for the conflict diamonds than the beautiful beaches I have, More known for tribal wars than the diverse culture I gave birth to, I have been raped off my decency Raped off my freedom , Sugar coated as civilization I’m Africa, the continent of oil for the west Diamonds for the Far East And charity shows for the brits I’m no longer Africa the mother of man The same Africa that gave you kings and queens Where conqueres like Alexandra

Don't stop dreaming,dream big,dream great,work on your dreams,don't give up on your dreams...Kaffy Mwangi

1. Am a grown woman, 2. I will walk myself down the aisle, 3. Am a child of pain and paradise, 4. Of a lineage of heroines and warriors, 5. A child of mother earth 6. An African daughter, 7. Am a woman by birth 8. by love and by my strength, 9. My dark skin is toned by the earth 10. Life breathed into me by the rising sun, 11. I will tend fields with my child on my back, 12. I will close the deal in my heels and my skirt, 13. Am a woman by the breasts I bear, 14. The broad smile and lustful curves on my body, 15. Am a woman by spirit, 16. The strong one of God’s creation 17. We are born in the wind, 18. The whispers, 19. The cries of life, 20. In the palaces and shanties, 21. am a woman, 22. the scent of romance, 23. the cold brush of winter 24. the suffocating affection of the oceans, 25. am imperfect by any standards, 26. by beauty by burdens 27. by curse by blessing, 28. am a woman ™© Mwangi Njoroge.

"The Cradle of Mankind" The park lies on the northeastern shore of Lake Turkana in northern Kenya, about 800km from Nairobi. The semi desert ecosystem was established to protect wildlife and the unique prehistoric and archaeological sites some of which are linked to the origin of man.  The park is waterless except for the alkaline waters of the lake; it however harbours variety of wildlife including common zebra, giraffe, hippos, crocodile and numerous bird species such as flamingos, pelicans and ducks.  Other attractions are the preserved wildlife fossils which include the Giant Tortoise and the 18-20 ft long Crocodile.   ACCESS Distance: from Nairobi 800 km north of Nairobi. By air There are 2 all weather strips Gates: One gate Roads: high-clearance 4WD is essential all year round.Travel in convoy is recommended. the lake is a three day drive from Nairobi via Marsabit and North Horr, or Maralal and south Horr. Alternatively travel by road from Nairobi to Kalokol

There are those who feel the ICC will not offer any solution to the violence that left about 1,500 people dead, 350,000 others displaced and property worth millions of shillings destroyed. Despite these variations, there is a lot of interest in the proceedings as most Kenyans remain glued to their TV sets to monitor the confirmation of charges hearings that started on September 1 for MPs William Ruto, Henry Kosgey and Radio personality Joshua arap Sang. Most of the main TV stations in Kenya have altered their normal programming to relay live coverage of the proceedings at The Hague. PEV victims Gregory (not his real name) a victim of the violence who is now living in Kisumu after he was displaced from Eldoret says the proceedings at The Hague remind Kenyans of the prevailing ethnic strife in 2008. Gregory just walks out of a hall in the outskirts of Kisumu town where he has been following the hearings at The Hague with 20 others. He says, “These hearings are OK but I doubt h

The dare game!!! on the 17th of September Coming Together to Dare you to save a life!!! THE NEWSPAPER INITIATIVE by VISION SISTERS in corporation with: *Hisia Zangu Poetry *Flowetree *Nairobi's Finest *Slam Africa *Fern Poetry *QalizaSanaa *Circles with Immah *Wamathai.com *Poetry with Adelle *Verbal Peneration Here's what some of us have been asking; "Is Turkana part of a country where the leaders refuse to pay taxes?" Joshua, 22 "How can I help?" Bella, 11 "I hate seeing children dying because of hunger, let us collect newspapers raise funds and help." Margaret, 26 Indeed let us come together to help our brothers and sisters. Highlighting a project started by two friends who are collecting old newspapers to help their country. I urge you to join our cause and help to collect old newspapers which will be sold and the proceeds go towards The Kenya Red Cross for the Kenyans for Kenya Initiative. We invite you to donate old new

HISIA ZANGU-DARE is on SATURDAY the 17th SEPTEMBER at the STRATHMORE AUDITORIUM. Entrance Fee is 200Ksh or 20newspapers or more. Come and enjoy Poetry-fine, raw, refined. Enjoy African, Afrofusion, Jazz and even Genge/Kapuka and Dancehall. Make that date. All artists who wish to perform holla.

Coming Together to Dare you to save a life!!! THE NEWSPAPER INITIATIVE by VISION SISTERS in corporation with: *Hisia Zangu Poetry *Flowetree *Nairobi's Finest *Slam Africa *Fern Poetry *QalizaSanaa *Circles with Immah *Wamathai.com *Poetry with Adelle *Verbal Peneration Here's what some of us have been asking; "Is Turkana part of a country where the leaders refuse to pay taxes?" Joshua, 22 "How can I help?" Bella, 11 "I hate seeing children dying because of hunger, let us collect newspapers raise funds and help." Margaret, 26 Indeed let us come together to help our brothers and sisters. Highlighting a project started by two friends who are collecting old newspapers to help their country. I urge you to join our cause and help to collect old newspapers which will be sold and the proceeds go towards The Kenya Red Cross for the Kenyans for Kenya Initiative. We invite you to donate old newspapers from your organization or individuall

Until the early 19th century, Grub Street was a street close to London's impoverished Moorfields district that ran from Fore Street east of St Giles-without-Cripplegate north to Chiswell Street. Famous for its concentration of impoverished 'hack writers', aspiring poets, and low-end publishers and booksellers, Grub Street existed on the margins of London's journalistic and literary scene. It was pierced along its length with narrow entrances to alleys and courts, many of which retained the names of early signboards. Its bohemian society was set amidst the impoverished neighbourhood's low-rent flophouses, brothels, and coffeehouses. According to Samuel Johnson's Dictionary, the term was "originally the name of a street... much inhabited by writers of small histories, dictionaries, and temporary poems, whence any mean production is called grubstreet." Johnson himself had lived and worked on Grub Street early in his career. The contemporary image of Gr

Kaffy Mwangi

I stared in the eyes of the Devil and He blinked,I knelt at the mercies of God and He blessed me.

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Prose poetry is poetry written in prose instead of using verse but preserving poetic qualities such as heightened imagery and emotional effects. Characteristics Prose poetry can be considered either primarily poetry or prose , or a separate genre altogether. The argument for prose poetry belonging to the genre of poetry emphasizes its heightened attention to language and prominent use of metaphor . On the other hand, prose poetry can be identified primarily as prose for its reliance on prose's association with narrative and on the expectation of an objective presentation of truth . Critics such as Jonathan Monroe and Margueritte S. Murphy argue instead that the prose poem gains its subversiveness through its fusion of poetic and prosaic elements and, consequently, its challenge to the traditional notions of genre theory . History As a specific form, the origins of prose poetry in the West are placed around 19th-century France as a reaction against dependence upon tr

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Put me together Stitch by stitch, Heal my bruises But leave the scars On my feet, Remind me Of the salty tears Of pain and defeat, Remind me how It was painful to breathe. Patch my soul, Help me grow, Teach me how To stand on my own, Teach me how To drift on this ground, To learn to sow And succeed on my own. Learn to let go regrets and mistakes of yesterday learn to make the best of opportunities in today ™©Mwangi Njoroge,

Stay out of my dreams, My solitude and peace. Stay out of my nightmares, My pain and fears. Walk away from my thoughts, Away from my schemes and plots. Stay in the shadows, Cadaver in the secrets of cold. I love these tears, Love these heartbeats Every time my heart breaks, I love the pain trickle in with your memories. We are imperfectly compatible, The smiles and sorrows That nourishes the soul, We are each other’s demons and guardian angels. ™©Mwangi Njoroge.

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by.Mwangi Njoroge. words to my weak faith, injections of hope into my veins, smiles and blushes of pain, defeat and misery drenching me like the long rains, am scarred and tainted by life, my skin,heart and soul bruised and stained by life's challenges, mine is a story of too much too tardy, a hymn of a soul too valiant but of a conviction too afraid.

maybe after this bottle, i will stop, maybe after this puff, i will realize its enough, maybe after tonights one-night stand, i will say she is my last, maybe if i find you, i will undestand this is lust, ..... http://ping.fm/kNOHT

i started a blog with the objective of sharing my work and works from other people,been away from Nairobi hampers my blogging frequency but i try to share whenever I can.I give you the liberty to comment,critique and share any piece or article on the blog. http://ping.fm/5wRui

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as a poet and photographer i get so many opportunities to travel in this country of hours,am comfortable to say I have been to almost all the cardinal points of Kenya,from the white beaches of Mombasa to the cold hills of the Mau Ranges,I have broken bread with the Karamajong of Northeren Kenya and gone fishing with the Luo in the Eastern and Western part of Kenya,I have gone for nature walks in the Kakamega forest and hiked the great Mt.Kenya. In all my travels around kenya I have encountered different cultures but simillar brotherhood,a norm characterised by smiles and a helping hand,despite where I was i felt at home because I was at home,the dances and food may have been different but the KENYAN BROTHERHOOD was constant every where I went,I was constantly reminded of what been a Kenyan really meant. MKENYA...to be continued

You are not the girl I see when I close my eyes, Not the girl I want to spend with the rest of my life, You are not the one to understand the rythm of my cries, You are not the girl I dream of, Not the one I wish to betroth, You are my friend and true I do love you but........we are Imperfect

....she don't want to trim her hair.... ....she want it wrap up in a turban.... ....I love the little skirt she wears.... ....she doesn't want to expose her rear.... ....she don't want to use them skin care.... ....I love the way she is programmed.... ....Her meditation so strong.... ....what a black woman she is.... ....A real woman she is.... ....Queen of the mother land....

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Overview Details Discuss Real-life sharing, rethought for the web. Join A quick look at the first pieces of the project.   Sharing is a huge part of the web, a part that we think could be a lot simpler. That’s why we’ve been working on adding a few new things to Google: to make connecting with people on the web more like connecting with them in the real world. We hope you like what we’ve cooked up so far. And stay tuned, because there’s more to come. Take a tour Watch video Watch video Circles   You share different things with different people. But sharing the right stuff with the right people shouldn’t be a hassle. Circles makes it easy to put your friends from Saturday night in one circle, your parents in another, and your boss in a circle by himself, just like real life. Sparks   Remember when your Grandpa used to cut articles out of the paper and send them to you? That was nice. That’s kind of what Sparks does: looks for videos and articles it thinks you’ll like, so w

http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/popup?id=5536783 Doctors diagnosed Dede with the common human papillomavirus, HPV, and a rare immune deficiency, which, in combination, caused Dede's warts to spread over his entire body. Dede's gnarled growths sprouted from his face, hands and feet. In a photo taken last year, he sits with his father in their house. At the time Dede hoped a doctor would be able to treat the horn-like extensions that started appearing on his body when he was a teenager. He is known as "Tree Man" throughout Indonesia. (Supri/ Reuters)   Dede Koswara is covered in bark-like warts that have swollen his limbs and sapped his energy and limited his mobility. Treatment appeared to help, until side effects and a medical turf war stymied the effort.     Inside a dimly lighted living room in the heart of the Javanese forest, Dede Koswara blankly examines his bulky hands, which have morphed to the size of catcher's mitts. He shuffles along on blackened, bloat

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What do they care, when they dare.... to come into my home full of greed? Just THEIR need!!! This, I’ve guessed, THEIR POSSESSED!!!! Is it someone I know? Should I stay? Should I go? Will I ever be sure I’m secure? It’s hard to find...peace of mind... in the ghetto... A lifeless life, full of strife. Dirty dealings, no real feelings. N-E-G-A-T-I-V-E... N-E-V-E-R give... Unpure hearts who tear apart your life and theirs... Because they have none,... because they want some. They want your things. Perhaps your rings!! Or better yet, they want to get your peace of mind, a PRECIOUS find. Because they have none,... because they want some. No life, low life, puny ghetto rats, I think you stink!! Why don’t you think?!! There ARE other ways to make a living. Instead of taking, just try giving. Fill that void inside of you with something new. Try out love and try out peace. Or at least, try to remember that we, the others, we’re your sisters and we’re your brothers. So, while you grow fatter on

When we Love self first waves of energy comes from within Racing through all space and time what do we find, true shine a blinding dime pieces glisten i see it even when im asleep its a diamond necklace to give to you would be reckless priceless perfect peace life I pledge to protect it my years have been put into proper prospective my past, present and future objective a nation building specialist i think we can handle this as long as we project it and align straight science never will we forget its not ya booty its ya beauty

Gul I love you, Skraight up Fo’Sho. Or I wouldna told dem ova girls not to call me no mo. I knewed it was true, da first day I seenteded you. Why you thank I do, da thangs I do? Remember how I use ta wine and dine you, Schlits Malt Liquor and Bar-Ba-Que. I gave you a bubble baf and fed you grapes. Dey was on sale that week, a dolla ninedy-eight. Romanic evenins after dark, Skreet light walks around the block. Like da very first time, you came ova to my crib. And you got all scared, cause that roach was on yo Timbs. I was right dare, wit a can of spray. To be yo Super Man, and save da day. I ain’t even pay my light bill, so I can take you to da club..... Don’t knock ova does candles and burn up my rug! And dat nite we made luv, for a long liddle bit of time. I hope you got yours, cause I Sho’nuff got mine. I woke up early and made you brekfas in bed. Sep fo I ain’t have no juice, no grits, o no eggs. Didn’t have no cereal and was fresh outta milk, so we had some toast and some potada ch

walkin thru thiz bed of roses: cross roads and headstones: R.I.P's 2 friends gone: thiz rollin stone hard as a rock: when tha best of both worlds combine: R-KELLS and JAY: hard shells decay: that's why we take L's 2 tha face: cause any day be our last: that's why we cast roles 4 tha way we play: when it gets hot outside: we cast that shade: that protects chest 2 nabel: cause my tech's give labels that wrap round toe's: that means those shoes ain't fit bro: tryin 2 tip-toe: on my shift that's graveyard: them feins love that gray hard: weither it's slab or cookies: professional,rookie: god or tookie: take a look n my crystal ball: tha way that crystal ball when hot water hit that crystal jar

Yea you see the hard composure but theat's far from the real me i have the softest heart in the world don't get it twisted though yo girls' not weak i've seen things an average 17 year old haven't seen i've been threw stuff that you only have nightmares about in your dreams yes i live good now but i've been threw the struggle i've been to the point where we didn't have any food in the house but it didn't make me weaker God threw alot of test at me but it actually made me stronger i'm not a G or a thug but i'm far from a punk i'm not a fake or a phony I know where the hell i'm from but i don't go around flauntin this cause that's not what real niggas do i'm 100% real too bad i can't say the same thing for you.

Shame to be seen when neither of you have a dream. Shame to step out when all the both of you ever do is scream and shout. Shame of what they think of you? When luv comes around you're sure to find a simple reason to end it! Shame to be having an unwanted candle light dinner, Shame on you for doping up the light bill funds... Shame to be sitting there sharing a stale honey bun? It's out there somewhere... Ghetto shame...... SunShine.....................

It’s boring being a monster, Chasing kids around, Hiding underneath their beds, Not making any sound. It’s boring waiting on the stairs, Hoping they’ll walk by - Boring making little creaks, Trying to make kids cry. It takes so long to learn this trade, To skulk and tap and moan, It’s boring waiting all the time In someone else’s home. I’d like to slide down bannisters, And shriek and yell and scream, Boogie to some disco songs, Let off a little steam. I’d like to run around the house, Turn on all the lights, Eat marshmallows, watch T.V., On dark and dismal nights. I’d like to have a bath sometimes, And clean my smelly hair - Put some decent clothes on, For someone who would care. I’d like to sit down to a meal, Smile and laugh and chat, Have a coffee and ice-cream, Put on a little fat. I dream of being normal, Of having a little fun - It’s boring being a Monster When all is said and done.

Anonymous sex is very hot and pleasing. A girl like me loves to tease. So do with me, as you please. You got to be an adult to go to this place. Its a secret so I try to go without a trace. I go under the darkness of the night. Always having a tinge of fright. Glory holes are there for people like me. To be able to go have anonymous fun and then let it be. People come from all around. To be able to have a chance of getting down. When I go I always have a plan. I try to fuck as many men as I can. The sizes differ each time they come in. I can only hope for a ten. They can be small and thick or big and thin. As long as I am capable of getting it in. In between my wet juicy lips is where I crave. For me to turn into his sexual slave. If its not big enough and unable to fit in between. I turn them into a queen. The men are anonymous to me. I have no idea who they could be. As they come in one by one. I get aroused knowing I may be able to make one of them cum. My pleasure is giving him som

I think back in time, Where we had fun. I thought it was a time, But i still don't know. I think of you, All day long. I love you, do you love me too? I don't think so, But i do hope! I hoped you would never go, But you did. Loved it, your smile, Your looks, your hair. I would even walk a mile Just to find you standing there. I'm thinking of you, I really love you!

Do you ever feel like you're dreaming Because everything is finally in its place Its like you've gotten every wish That is how i feel with you mase Ever since the day i met you I've had that tingle down my spine As i watched you everyday Deep in my heart,wishing you were mine Never thought I'd have the chance To prove my love was true Until that day you surprised me Whispering the words "Jess,god i love you" Now as i sit here in my room All i can think about is your eyes,your smile, your kiss Counting the days I'll be lonely For you i will surely truly miss I don't know how I'm gonna last 10 weeks without you When i can't even last a single day Truthfully and honestly, you're all i think about Can't stop but i also cant stay I know its only 2 months and a bit But tell me, how am i going to last? Because i miss you when you're not near me And i don't want you to think of me as your past So don't worry i won't be gone for

Do you think of me at all? Do you remember the good and true? Do you remember what turned it bad? Are you happy? Are you sad? Do you know what went wrong? Could you hear my painful song? Nor could I though I was more aware I just did not know how to take us there Are you in that dreadful place? Have you really used this space? I took your lessons and learned them well But on your laurels do you dwell? Did the master learn from the pupil? For thee and thine and me and mine Rights and wrongs, mistakes and misconceptions All are futile without reflections Look inside and look so true What is coming back at you? Is it perfect? Is it bad? Are you happy? Are you sad? Did you do the best you could? If you did forgive yourself Forgive me too if you would For me and mine and thee and thine Are complex reactions of their time. To err is human to love divine Be happy my dear my love so true Is always there shining through Lighting a path, it’s there to take But if another road you choose instead

Fighting for your sanity Reliving the wounds no one can see When they do they want to talk, Answers to questions, to try to understand But you have no voice to answer with No words no images So it must be nothing much really Just try harder, do this do that Look we can do it what’s your problem You have so much ability So what’s your problem? Why aren’t you trying? When your problem is you try too much You make it look easier than it is You work so hard you don’t even realise You’ve done it so long you think exhaustion is relaxed Yes you have extraordinary abilities What about the abilities you don’t have? Yes you are strong and a survivor But you have to know your limitations Fighting hard for your sanity When you don’t fit the boxes When part of you dazzles so much That it hides the other that needs so much Fighting for your sanity When you don’t know what’s happening You can’t talk or explain Fighting for your sanity Reliving the wounds you yourself cannot see Fighting for your sani

Get the fuck away from me Be safe and well but away from me I too have needs of my energy Get the fuck away from me It’s too scary when you can see What it is you mean to me Get the fuck away from me If you can’t cope with my vulnerability Get the fuck away from me Get the fuck away from me The walls are there for those who see Do you have the ability? Get the fuck away from me