Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Letter to Nairobi

Dear Nairobi,

I  am scared, angry, bewildered and utterly shell-shocked! I can not believe that my own country med would treat their sister as they have been treated in the past couple of weeks. is this how we want to be know n to the rest of the world, I swore that I would never take an Embassava again but what does that do apart from remove food from families of those that treat my sister wrong, true; MY DRESS MY CHOICE, but what does that do for me if i have no power to take control of that that happens to me outside the world of pen and paper and words printed on shirts and ideas in my head.

Ladies, before we run to the streets to justify what we wear, we need to take a chill pill sit down and think, take back the power that has been taken for us for years since time immemorial. Power that we need to survive this war... because I can hear them... can you... the battle drums, the cries of my sisters as the fought for their rights. If we want to win, we need to reclaim that that is ours. Reclaim the power that we need to take a stand. Ladies, go to school, get your papers right, get your business right, get your affairs in order, get your man on your corner... and then when your all set, rush out and scream till your lungs give out about the right to dress as you please... tell me, do you think that our Fine First-lady could be undressed for what she wears, and in public? ... NO! And why is that?! because she has power, the kind of power that we mere kawa girls do not have, see why I say get your affairs right.... So do not be scared to go out, dress respectably and they will respect you, and when you can stand tall and not blink in a stare down with the opposite sex, you will be ready to fight this war.

Men who rip women's clothes off, this part here is for you. You who act all knowing of morals and what not... you are shallow and deprived. Your treat her like crap because you wish you had her, you wish you had her for she would never let you come an inch of her, for that is how low she thinks off you... and for this, see if the Good Lord will let you have a woman half what she is, while you and your friends count demeaning tabs, she will be counting survival tabs... and there is nothing that you can do to tear down a woman who has survived. Wait fro the woman to rise above you and see if you can sill play judge and jury. I can assure you... things are about to change in Nairobi, you WAIT AND SEE!

Forgive my bluntness but it had to be done, for I will always take my sister's side.

Nekh

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Sunday, November 16, 2014

The Unlikely

I am a coward at best and a golden girl at worst
I resound to the thundering tattoo in pitch on my skin
the world has shaped me as so

I never go to battle, I am ethereal as can be
I never win a war, so don't call me to war
Unless you have a reason to loose

I bop my head to the rhythm of the mad
I called myself insane once
but then I realized that I was just weird

I broke it free, then ran for fear of catching it
I never held a butterfly in my hand
For I feared I may crush it

I never spoke too slow for you to understand
I never held your hand enough
You never walked my way again

I guess I get the reasons that we claimed
I 'duced' you and waved us away
We sure were odd, may never have worked

Its freedom that we claimed
I would stand with you
If you but just take me again
I will fight till broken n bored
for that I will fight an eternal war

See my courage, a fine rare jewel now
Amazing huh... sure from your point of view
See us set the pace
See us win this night

Nekh