Wonders of Wanda

I am the best man for you.  The best man you can get The most gentle you can get   A man you can slap and beat up like mburkenge while he smiles back at you That's love Nyar Nam I am your tall dark and handsome man, I am the most ideal for you You will search the world over  But will never get a better man for you I am a man and I know, Don't be cheated by their sweet messages  And their insessant calls.  It's because they have not tested your honey A man who has slept with you for eight years and still loves you loves you for real,  But one who tells you he loves you but has not slept with you,  Most  likely only lures you to bed. This is what drives people to committing suicide  I now know I have always wondered why they do, but now I know This emptiness This hollowness  I feel without you Is what drives them To their deaths You were meant for me Your sweet honey pot was meant to be stirred hard by my firm hard stirrer Like a cook...

I have a dream, that one day, forty years from today, teachers will be the main opinion shapers in this country.  I have a dream that then, teachers will be free from the influence of  their tribes and other ethnic inclinations in their thinking and judgement. I have a dream that then, teachers will see with their naked eyes what mama mbogas will require specs to see.  I have a dream that then, teachers will realize that they are better than some fake doctors and engineers running their politics. I have a dream that then, when sycophants, boot-lickers and blind followers of politics and politicians will be counted, teachers will not be among them. My dream shows that teachers of then will not hurl insults at each other because of useless politicians--they will sit on a roundtable and create solutions as the entire nation/world listens. I have a dream.