Poetry & Works by Kaffi & Kaffy

by Mwangi Kaffy on Tuesday, August 7, 2012 at 11:54am · Standing by the edges of a popular cliff, enjoying the scenery, busking in the warm beams of the sun, he thought of his book, his scribble of reality, his attempt to remove scales from his countrymen eyes. Yes,you guessed it right, that lust men have adorned in their pants, that fetish women have secretly longed for, that new toy kids wont just let go off, that snake that has long preyed on our country, C.O.R.R.U.P.T.I.O.N the dust was yet to settle, and this simpletons hadn't read the prologue of his book, yet every Odhiambo,Njuguna and Wambui chipped in their un-patronizing opinions, Siguna Wa Siguna was now a traitor,a liar,a loose mouth. empty pot bellied crowds made to the streets, left their mjengos and vibaruas to demonstrate...not for the Unga or Sugar but against a learned,articulate scholar, poor Siguna Wa Siguna. Not one had read the book,not a page whatsoever, the 8$ sur

I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender I was brought but I was kind And sometimes I get nervous When I see an open door Close your eyes, clear your heart Cut the cord Are we human or are we dancers? My sign is vital, my hands are cold And I'm on my knees looking for the answer Are we human or are we dancers? Pay my respects to grace and virtue Send my condolences to good Give my regards to soul and romance They always did the best they could And so long to devotion You taught me everything I know Wave goodbye, wish me well You've gotta let me go Are we human or are we dancers? My sign is vital, my hands are cold And I'm on my knees looking for the answer Are we human or are we dancers? Will your system be alright When you dream of home tonight? There is no message we're receiving Let me know, is your heart still beating? Are we human or are we dancers? My sign is vital, my hands are cold And I'm on my knees looking f

Between us now and here -    Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear    Life's flushest feather - Who see the scenes slide past, The daytimes dimming fast, Let there be truth at last,    Even if despair. So thoroughly and long    Have you now known me, So real in faith and strong    Have I now shown me, That nothing needs disguise Further in any wise, Or asks or justifies    A guarded tongue. Face unto face, then, say,    Eyes mine own meeting, Is your heart far away,    Or with mine beating? When false things are brought low, And swift things have grown slow, Feigning like froth shall go,    Faith be for aye. Thomas Hardy

"Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm— I've heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me. Emily Dickinson

How great my grief, my joys how few, Since first it was my fate to know thee! - Have the slow years not brought to view How great my grief, my joys how few, Nor memory shaped old times anew,    Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee How great my grief, my joys how few,    Since first it was my fate to know thee? Thomas Hardy

I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind. Sarah Teasdale

    She is the forgotten woman stranded on the sexual sidelines her demeanour keeps her there crafted by bitchiness and bullying it stops her feeling human the only release is to pleasure herself dreaming of what it’s like to let go to feel a writhing, twisting body on top filling her with passion passion she longs to reciprocate if only society would accept her just for one day as a living, breathing, horny being she’d overcome that hurdle of doubt be able to tell men to fuck her like every woman should bring life to her soul instead of tears to her eyes she needs to deny acceptance that this is her design for life stop masturbating let the frustration begin to kill her then snare a man any man they’re all easy and then this tragedy will end and many more will begin.              

OF on that is so fayr and bright Velut maris stella, Brighter than the day is light, Parens et puella: Ic crie to the, thou see to me, Levedy, preye thi Sone for me, Tam pia, That ic mote come to thee Maria. Al this world was for-lore Eva peccatrice, Tyl our Lord was y-bore De te genetrice. With ave it went away Thuster nyth and comz the day Salutis; The welle springeth ut of the, Virtutis. Levedy, flour of alle thing, Rose sine spina, Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king, Gratia divina: Of alle thu ber'st the pris, Levedy, quene of paradys Electa: Mayde milde, moder es Effecta.

Accommodation: Camping Activities: Game drives,Team&Couple(s) Building Activities, Destinations: Nairobi,Lake Turkana,Loiyangalani What you can expect from this 3 day Lake Turkana Festival Safari in Kenya: Your 3 day safari starts in Nairobi, travels through different sceneries in Kenya, and finishes back in Nairobi. The name Loiyangalani means "a place of many trees" in the native Samburu tongue and is home to the El Molo, an almost extinct community, amongst other communities. Its main industries include fishing and gold panning. Day 1: Nairobi to Turkana,Loiyangalani, Kenya Your Lake Turkana Festival safari in Kenya departs at 09:30am, traveling through the Great Rift Valley and the town of Loiyangalani north western Kenya. You arrive at your campsite in the late afternoon. Dinner is included. Day 2: Turkana,Loiyangalani Kenya Your day is spent enjoying the first and only Desert Museum in Loiyangalani, which mirrors the Cultures and lifestyles of the ei