rollcall ;Kip

Music; niki -Niwe wako

It had been a minute since I had a free weekend  afternoon in 2008 A.D 
Yup, the time is upon us and clothes are slowly starting to fall off. Summer time is here, the gentle summer breeze blowing into the metropolis the gateway to the Texas pan handle. The girls are dressing less and making their bodies look prettier. For those of you who admire booty yes all jamaas raise your hands up .,summer is the perfect time to indulge in the art of booty Watching… many atimes a man has to walk around  with a bible and holy water by his side just in case he  misbehaves.so wananchi I submit to you Summer whispers andsweet prayers through the lips of kip into the cathedral of his heart and  may  all the  male children  say AMEN.!
The life of an immigrant…

We know that the   U.S.A allows we the citizens from our great kenya  realize the american dream   Zi! I am kidding who ?  let me try that again ..the US allows  the  poor 3rd world citizenery the opportunity to work their ass$es of for someone in order to support themselves. This country seduces the wealth away from other lands and makes the wealth (people) of other lands work for her for paltry gains. Wicked is it not?

From experience.. An alien in a foreign land, a man forced to stay and do things his heart deems worthless in order to get things that his desire yearns. So Kip atimes wonders ..What will become of kip, what will be the outcome of his struggle? His stride is shortening, his smile waning, his soul silently screaming hoping that someone hears and responds. I have faith in this kip, for this  is blessed with gifts that everyone has, but everyone does not know they have . His soul is strong and his esteem, his esteem high!

lets take For example anyone out there. it could be . Omondi* no Mwangi* ..No Kiptoo* . No ..onyancha*..  ..ok any great kenyan .. for example… we  came over here and left all that was at home because our  parents thought we would fare better over here and whilst doing so our  could help our  siblings back home.
 we came here with fire in our heart and a wicked spring in our stride, nothing would stop us, and we thought “nothing whatsoever!”  Three and a half years later we is still struggling with ourselves wondering what it is we needs to do in order to better both ours  and our  sibling’s condition.

 If we could go back to Nairobi..9 years ago

 It’s easy sometimes and hard at others. I and the lads used to drink mob(old school slang)booze at elegant places even when we had no money. We were such wasted men .everything and anything in the world was ours. The last safari sevens I went to before I left the city had us sitting at that table with the lovely women of nairobi  ,wangeshizzle, young shiromizzle,cannot remember wangeshizzle bro’s name , but I remember it was good. We drank all the pilsner,  until we had to switch to tusker…

My  college roomates had told me and my friends “do not go to the discos tonight, for we are having exams Now the lads and I drank so much that we did not think we would make good students, so we disobeyed the good students and went to the dance. At the dance we were placed at a table with the lovely ladies after   my  jamaas’ heart, and her gorgeous friends. While sitting with them partaking in drinks and laughter I realized that I was happy. Such was life in Nairobi, easy as f**ck, with some occasional hard-ships.

I remember, was it 1999,we was in college , when the rationed electricity. !! We had no elec from 12 pm, to 12 am, that sucked so hard, for TV was my life, This lasted a year and I don’t know what I did that year, Nairobi had so many hardships, but I swear that I will go back and chill with the lads again and partake in the vast amounts of alcohol I used to indulge in. Nairobi is where my Heart lies, and until I get back there, my heart will beat out of me.

 so For all immigrants out there  as tupac said.. Keep your head up  hata kama we all getting screwed.