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.

 The Babukusu have been in love with history from as early as 1800. This love for history is exhibited in how they named their age sets (bibingilo/chibololi). Apart from the main name of the age set as adopted from the Kalenjin, they added a second that helped them remember when a certain historical event happened. Take note below:   Omunyange 1848: Sia Masafu Omuala (When a leader from the Baala Clan died) 1850: Sia kisenge 1852: Sia khafululu 1854: Sia Siakala wa Mukhwana 1856: Sia Kisila 1858: Sia Nasiombe Maina 1860: Sia Sifumbukha 1862: sia Makheti wa Nelima owakwa Ebunyala. People from the Babulo clan killed Watiki (Omubuya) and refused to pay (khurunga kumurwe). So the Babuya went to Bunyala to have them Bewitched. The  witchcraft spared Tototo (according to Gideon Were, this one was a powerful leader) and killed Makheti. 1864: sia Wachiye wa Lwasaka a.k.a Wachiye wa Naumbwa (this great prophet died in this year). People from the clan of Bakwangwa claimed that Njab...

 Clans of Babukusu The Babukusu of Kenya are divided into 6 major clans namely: 1. Basilikwa 2. Bamwalie  3. Bamalaba 4. Banabayi 5. Baneala 6. Bakikayi Over the years, they have further divided these clans into smaller clans perhaps to completely get rid of inbreeding. Consider the divisions below: 1. Basilikwa The descendants of the Sirikwa Tribe (an extinct Kalenjin/Masai Tribe). They include the Batukwiika (Bakitang'a, Bakwangwa,Basakha, Baluleti and Banambobi), Bakimweyi (Bamukhwana, Banabuyoka, Batolometi and Banesoba), Babuulo, Babambo, Basefu, Bachemayi, Bakolati, Babiichachi, Batilu, Basimisi, Baliango, Barwa, Bakiyabi (Banikeyo,a Banelima and Balikiywa) among others. 2. Bamwalie (Tachoni) They were initially referred to as Bayumbu. Kitimule from Batukwiika discovered them after they were thought to be Kalenjins and cannibals. He established that they were not Kalenjins because they spoke a language like his. They include Barefu, Basonge, Babangachi, Bahabiya, Basang'...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening was written by Robert Frost in 1922 and published in a collection titled New Hampshire in 1923. It is said that he wrote it in a sitting of 20 minutes while taking a break from writing a longer poem, New Hampshire. This is testimony to his poetic prowess considering the high level of expertise used. The poem is written in a perfect iambic tetrameter, which many poets cannot do in a single sitting.  The poem: Whose woods these are I think I know His house is in the village though;  He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.  My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.  He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake.  The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.  The woods are lovely, dark and deep,  But I have promises to keep,  And miles to go before I sle...

Welcome to Kenya sir A country where we know no ideologies But in books and exams Welcome to Kenya sir Where parties are formed  Not because of shared ideologies  But shared criminal records  Welcome to Kenya sir A country where people vote Not because they believe in certain ideologies But because they want to save people that killed their brothers Welcome to Kenya sir Where democracy means nothing But what the party owner says.  Again, I say, welcome to Kenya  Sir. 

I want to be a hustler one day So that I can carry money in suitcases  And make people happy  Because money washes hearts I want to be a hustler one day So that I can fataly injure  Those who don't love me But still get away  I want to be a hustler one day  So that my people practice their suffrage  Based on my best quality: being a hustler Nothing more nothing less  I want to be a hustler one day. In fact, hustle so hard   With their bloods and lives I want to be a hustler one day So that only my good is remembered  And my evil is interred with me Unlike what Shakespeare believed I want to be a hustler one day  So that the verses I write Are no more free.  Son of Namakangala,  I want to be a hustler when I grow up. @Wanda the Teacher