STORIES FROM MY HEART

Intellect? the faculty to reason objectively(oxford) To think, to see ahead, objectively, cleverly Such a little word Yet so ignored,and we think we are...intellectual. Intellect? Is that what will save Kenya from a sunken hole where some of our African Brothers and sisters have sunk into for many years? Afraid to come out even in starlight yet we seem to enjoy, the smooth slide into darkness we left intellect at home to sleep on the queen size oak Lamu bed in the mansion we live in when we are happy Intellect? is that what it's called when i talk about the FTSE as if I was born in the bourse? If I rise above the politics and settle with hoping that politics and economy can be oh so very different? Am I intellectual? Or am i just optimistic? and when I do not know my trivia, but I follow the resilience of the Kenyan markets after poll violence? is that intellect Or I am just being foolish? When I know, what's to buy, and what's to sell Stocks and shares that build the world...

I am tired of having drinks, or a great time with your boys at the pub Laughing and poking at European football Talking boy stuff... On the high stools downing beers In brown and green bottles Looking at the display of legs and bossoms of girls in the bar while making inroads into the take away girl for your boys You see if you look at me very carefully I have got curves curved out across my body So, listen, I want you to court me; In the old fashioned style I heard from Aunty Jane I am tired of shots of tequila Then revert to a raunchy night In the blue moon on your balcony That's if we even make it to the balcony I would like a good morning Kiss, and to bring you breakfast in bed Probably a little dessert that you get to choose See, I have even been reading the karmasutra lately See, I want to be the girl your mother wants you to have To have to gorgeous babies with you A little boy and a little girl And go shopping for little pink and blue booties ...

I watched the big man raising his brow and smiling a'shy I looked as played with his eyes to entice the little girl The girl who touched his heart with fire I watched the big man so excited, he could'nt hide As he looked into her eyes searching, hoping to find what his eyes said so loud The big man hides behind a smile afraid, maybe the little one hasnt found it within So i watch the big man his eyes begging, asking, calling ...and the little one hides she knows, she feels; she likes the big man Terryanne Chebet

I grew up in the countryside And was raised just like any other child in the village I remember being woken up very early every morning, Even if we had nothing to do Children were not to be lazy So we had to find things to do Run in the dewy grasses; play with any of the farm animals that had now become pets Many times we went to the shamba boys hut He always lit a fire that we would gather around He had the sweetest stories ARNEST was his name…later I learnt in English it pronounced Ernest He was from Uganda He told us stories of the cannibals of Uganda He said never to eat meat in a Ugandan house And he swore he wasn’t one of them For these stories, I would pay be young again.. I have a little girl Nine months and her whole life ahead of her If I lived in a farm now Would I let her go for fireplace stories? In this country at this time I cannot answer that question How about hide and seek, up in the trees, and deep in the Napier grass Together with boys and girls her age I cannot ans...