tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41817742770532641642012-02-13T23:01:13.806+03:00New beginningsMUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-10542367960192521332012-02-09T16:57:00.001+03:002012-02-09T18:21:13.737+03:00

The night was long. A thousand pains multiplied stabbed his body from the multiple beatings he had got earlier in the evening from the lynch mob. They say hell is in the afterlife but this pain was more than the real thing. Numbness assailed his body. He felt his eyelids cover his eyes in a stubborn blanket that would make his eyes open his eyes in slits come morning. Even his tongue, which had

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-20709082642045485892012-01-30T19:42:00.001+03:002012-02-09T18:46:49.840+03:00

CONNED: A SERIES Episode 1. A slow smile curved on his features as the Matatu cruised along Thika road heading to the city. In a few hours, he, James, would have the papers that would enable him cross the bridge from the deserts of poverty to the oasis of riches, at a fee. If guys coughed over two hundred thousand shillings to get to the armed forces to earn a paltry thirty or so thousand who

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-443964545620974542011-12-05T19:51:00.000+03:002011-12-05T19:51:22.517+03:00

I haven’t been in Mwingi a full day but i've noticed it’s not unusual for traders to leave their expensively stocked shops unattended. That would be risky in many other-a-town and suicidal in Nairobi. I enquire what drives levels of security in this transit town that is a rainbow collection of tribes and nationalities. The fear of Kamuti, witchcraft famed along Kamba land to punish thieving

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-81170612752211730182011-09-25T12:08:00.000+03:002011-09-25T12:08:53.296+03:00

Look at you, woman Girth ballooning out of control Too,your husband says you resemble His ancient looking mother in law This your husband, neat a trim forgets You were the boys crush of the village The reference girls used for beauty The girl whose eye's captured his heart This man, your husband, woman The boy through toil you molded into a man This broke lackey you broke your back for Says you

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-70492711840936051582011-09-06T16:19:00.000+03:002011-09-06T16:19:02.559+03:00

The pounding headache tries to pry my eyes open but while the little dim light in the room threatens to blind me if I as much as peer. The taste in my mouth? I try to prop myself on one elbow to get my bearings and its when I notice long ebony leg thrown over my shirtless chest. Hell! With her head buried under the pillows she remains a stranger. In the background is the slow buzz of a phone,

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-62244015453149017752011-04-27T20:58:00.000+03:002011-04-27T20:58:01.713+03:00

Swiftly, like the fleeting wind You slip through my fingers Try my arms to wall you close here My all wants more than thoughts that linger Constant in my dreams, always together, Your smile!, your beautiful eyes altogether, Are an instant unspoken promise of forever, Though you seem to slip away, I will hold on forever. I-love-you, I may barely say, But let actions of my love tilt the sway,

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-39029451339214697052011-04-27T20:45:00.000+03:002011-04-27T20:45:17.318+03:00

THOUGHTS IN WORDS: THIS SWORD

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-44408619668312024152011-04-27T20:43:00.000+03:002011-04-27T20:43:05.736+03:00

Scwhaaaa! in stops, comma's and spaces it cuts Oozing crimson, blue and black blood In its wake mortals lie dead Death to a million uninformed minds Freeing a billion more from shackles of ignorance When wielded by a Knight It is a shelter to the hungry child It is a shield of Justice for the lowly widow It uplifts the long forgotten and downtrodden And however LONG suppressed Like the sure

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-6384338937935915932011-01-23T16:34:00.000+03:002011-01-23T16:34:15.230+03:00

Tether me, woman. Lest I graze in the neighbors garden Shackle me lest I wander in fields un-owned Encircle me in the fence between your hips and heels, For only then can these eyes see only you Wrap me in the tentacles of your love Treat me as your first born son, girl May your smiling heart be what draws me home Let it be the bed I lay my head to come each nightfall Girth me,

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-59520750093237497302010-04-22T13:47:00.000+03:002010-04-22T13:47:03.991+03:00

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-12567585224992838572010-04-12T10:22:00.003+03:002010-04-12T10:27:15.028+03:00

I have danced to the Isukuti sounds in most back laid joints in the inner slums of Kawangare. I have drunk to the health of the landlord in the sprawling Embakassi Mabati’s. I have partaken an impromptu meal on the roadside with lime covered vijana wa mjengo. I have been to the holiest of sanctuaries our cathedrals can offer and I have been in the forbidden parts of one too many a holy forest.

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-1954428156184734822010-04-09T08:36:00.000+03:002010-04-09T08:36:01.424+03:00

Mikono twashiikaba tukiimba zako sifa Zetu roho kanisanai twakufungulia Kabila, mila, rangi kando twaziweka Sad to say this stops outside the gates of your holy house Ukatuumba kwa mfano wako Ukatuumba kwa umbo lako wewe uliye juu ya viumbe vyote Yanihuzunisha twakugeuka tunapotendea wenzetu mabaya Akili zetu ncha twajidanganya tunapofunga macho kwa mahitaji ya ndugu zetu Mahali twakutani

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-46792599566632620872010-04-06T21:01:00.003+03:002010-04-09T11:46:30.022+03:00

My craving You are the favorite song on my ipod The hit song I listen to on youtube Oh you that is slim like the sleekiest Samsung Sturdy and trusted like a Nokia Ever and everywhere perfect like Zain network Lovely like Safaricom adverts Beautiful you are like the layout of a Standard newspaper Your affection goose bumps me like the many Equity banks in Kenya While whispers from you bring joy

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-77721446280991412522010-04-06T08:13:00.001+03:002010-04-06T08:16:34.341+03:00

Words! Words are expressions spoken Acts uttered aloudInterests audibly putWords are feed for the soulSoftly spoke badly delivered they hurtWell applied at the wrong moment they torment Rightly delivered when they should healWords reach out to the base of the heart to uplift the soulWords too reach to the bottom of the heart and wound the soulLittle words like I care, which I do, can change

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-79903447143766500102010-01-19T15:10:00.006+03:002010-01-21T13:52:49.802+03:00

This generation reminds one of the grizzly bear effect in the US, where tourists used to feed bears without restraint. Fearing the grizzlies would become used to handouts hence fore go and forget hunting, warders restricted tourists from feeding them. The warders fears were confounded. Not pleased with the sudden withdrawal of handouts, the bears angrily started attacking tourist who now only

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-71547551360485648942009-09-30T17:56:00.001+03:002010-01-21T15:20:17.955+03:00

I accuse youAccuse you of heinous trickery to ruin meOf colluding to wreck all that's good for meRuining my chances whenever you can Through your sweet allure I failed my dateNow am all alone in your comforting company I lost my jealous girl for she couldn't stand you between usYet I never heard you complain when am with herDouble headed viper I spent on you what the landlady I owedNow you

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-69203948637447306972009-09-30T16:52:00.000+03:002009-09-30T17:41:01.607+03:00

Nikuite jina gani hili nikuabuduHata kukuabudu vingine vipi ila nikupe sifa, Na sifa nazo gani sababu yote majina Yote ya sifa umekwisha kabidhiwaMilele wakheri wametunga zako nyimbo za sifaAlpha na Omega Mwikhulu Mungu Muumba watamukwaLangu tu hata kama ni kama tone bahariniFuraha ninayohitimu nikijua Upo ni sifa dhabitiUtukufu wako lugha zetu bina-Adamu zalemewa kitimiza umarufuUwezo wako

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-66493143433183981662009-09-30T16:43:00.000+03:002009-09-30T16:49:50.257+03:00

She was here the other day, in this country, the woman whom Lewinsky wasn't compe enoughShe came with a retinue befitting the queens of yoreOne million for her safety and upkeep we paid, in dollars, and much more,Five million, the amount lost by locals in failed phone coverage, traffic jams and inaccessibility, in dollars Then to out glee she rapped the mister, his prime minister and the boy at

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-26996354502414566082009-09-30T13:52:00.000+03:002009-09-30T15:03:02.906+03:00

Little girl gaily playing in the dusty field Looking so beautiful so full of lifeThe promise of womanhood shines from your doe eyes So innocent so full of life as your flowered dress swirls in the wind!It’s only a week to Dec holidays and you are in a party mood!Mama” When will little Jesus be born?”, Your straight question innocence personifiedAs you slip the rope I see how you will make it

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-36291830932958477262009-08-22T12:10:00.000+03:002009-08-22T13:11:11.472+03:00

Ouch coalyou been my friend for so longSince them earliest memories we been togetherBut no we gotta part waysAt Mami's hearth you kept me busy stoking theeOccasionally at grandma's your warmth have I sampledBut now you getting too hot Warmth aint all I need we gotta part waysAm not forgetting the delicious meals that have passed through your testNeither am I rebuking your ability to make a drab

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-76765901499692682122009-08-18T17:30:00.000+03:002009-08-18T17:36:15.930+03:00

She strut’s the high life in high heelsHer look that of a sleek cat that knows contentmentPlush lifestyle is trademarkIn the fashion and business pages she’s the one that’s made itHer phones dialed list reads like who’s who in the countryIn the highest circles of power her influence hardly absentHer beck and call brings forth the best professional serviceHer glittering smile the hallmark of a

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-16062538641843936242009-08-18T15:34:00.000+03:002009-08-18T15:53:48.050+03:00

Lord am labeled a pagan by religionists They ring around me poking fingers seeing me the lost soulSneers greets me with shunning backs they welcome meYet Lord you alone I will let be my judgeBy the Holy Book they pass sentence on my orthodox ways Yet its the same book that cautions on passing edictsPastors rebuke such as I that refuse to enter the foldBut lack of conviction persuades me to keep

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-35862616195553982502009-08-18T15:12:00.000+03:002009-08-18T15:33:30.156+03:00

He is the man who dreamt of a happy family She is the love of his youth in whose eye he'd live foreverIn the hey days he sent her country music love lyricsHer hand embroidered perfumed Kerchiefs constant reminder of his hearts keeperThe days after college he urged her "love love me till I get a foothold"Through her eyes she begged him believe her eternal love and she kept her wordHe stood the

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-60159352861300769022009-08-04T19:48:00.000+03:002009-08-08T15:39:19.470+03:00

With flying colors have you maintained your position at the topSince the corruption index began you are at the helm rivals coming a distant second“Innocents slain in cold blood” Newspapers daily scream of your dubious exploitsAs Radios and TV’s hourly regale us with your horrific deedsUtumishi kwa wote to all you strike a chord of raw fearSpecial units from your ranks brutal beyond measure;

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-25679392981899175272009-08-03T19:43:00.000+03:002009-08-03T20:13:32.082+03:00

I cross Tom Mboya Street without thinking or looking, and pay for it with insults hurled by the driver of a blaring Matatu that screeches to a halt inches from me. Ignoring the driver, I hurry on, my mind under the control of a salivating mouth, urging my all to Kamau’s, my favorite cheap food kiosk. “Mwanangu hebu nikuulize” (My child let me inquire from you), a smart looking woman in her early

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-1408615362765802612009-07-27T10:59:00.000+03:002009-07-27T11:16:19.210+03:00

Look not further my dear child,Seek no more, little oneThere is more to be learnt in watching than retorting, Much more better gained in thoughtful protest than violent conquest Your elders say it’s not yet your time to eat, Yet they scold you when you manifest signs of hungerNow, anger gnaws at you every time you rue missed opportunities It won’t be long before the panga you wielded at your

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-34625686388517372222009-07-27T10:50:00.000+03:002009-08-08T16:42:35.194+03:00

You are my companion my close friendMy solace, oft the source of solutions to my woesMy unwavering rock of refuge since baby days Never has more a loyal lieutenant been foundAs one for the other we slugged in countless losing childhood meleesIn mischief sought and executedTruancy, delinquency and constructive action we pairedRepercussion and commendation always was meted like we were oneThrough

MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com1