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Everyone is destined to be someone. Everyone is someone. Everyone is destined to be something. Everyone is something. We are all destined for greatness. However, we are not all entitled to be great. Greatness, like all achievements, must be earned – not attained. Some are bound to cast great shadows, others to quiver under the shadows of those greater than themselves. Yet it is in some of our destinies to cast great shadows over others’ greatness. We should never, however, take it upon ourselves to trample on the dreams of others, cast our shadows beyond our reach. For it is befallen upon us to remember that those we cast our shadows on often are responsible for shining the light on us. Our success is but a reflection of their hard work. Our greatness is afforded only by their tolerance of our shortcomings. In the end, we must always remember pride comes before a fall and every fall is a push from those who dwell in the very shadows cast by our greatness – the very whispers that stabbe

The National Anthem, no other song invokes such emotion. Its like a moment between the feeling of heavenly presence ignited by prayer, a divine connection and the feeling of being caught up in the enjoyment of a dance. That moment when you get caught in the rhythm of the dance and you can feel the beat synchronize with your heartbeat. It is at that moment we remember the cost of freedom, the bloodshed by few that many maybe free. The blood emblem that is on our flag, one that we must guard with shield and spear, that the many whose skin color is on that very flag, that there land may forever be green and in two strips of white peace may prevail. It is in that moment that I know they are playing your song grandpa. The song of freedom fighters, a prayer for their children and generations to come. One Flag, One Nation, One People Called Kenya. Let Us Now Sing That One Song That Gave Birth To Our Nation. Raise That One Flag In Remembrance Of Our Freedom Fighters. Let Us Dance To It And In

NEW BEGINNINGS Again, here we are and I find myself trying to write a short story - not my forte. Once again, who cares coz I’m going to write one anyway. God knows it’s hard enough to write a blog. Apparently so does Willis Raburu. So here we go. I am poor at relationships. I’m sure that's no surprise to anyone who was foolish enough to fall for my silly lines. It’s not so much that I don't believe in Love than that I just don't see the point. If I was to be mean to myself, I'd have titled this piece “One jackass and a few gullible women”. But I rather like myself so this then is me being optimistic about some emotion called love and hoping I can hack it. Ok, where to start? Oh yes, last year (or was it two years ago?). I meet this rather hot miss, and by hot I mean I was totally taken by her. Let’s not do descriptions; would not want people figuring out who she is. So “a rather hot miss” will have to do. She was the last person I thought I'd ever date but th

Am not really known for short stories but what the heck as it just so happens this is a short story. And if am going to write one it might as well be this one. So this then as the title suggests is the story of Two girls and a Gift Card... It all started with one of my friends having a long week you remember how it was like in school around exam time. Hectic term papers, presentations, exams and killing research. So I thought to myself how about a pick me up... Since we all know campus is no place for success cards, (unless yo playing a prank on someone, hmm maybe I should try that some day), I once again thought to myself how about a gift Card. So I went shopping never mind that it was 8:30 on a Sunday evening. I got to the supermarket and since I had earlier told myself I was going shopping I did some shopping got some of those usual bachelor shopping basket items bread, biscuits, milk, tomato sauce etc. Then I set out to get what I was really here for a Gift Card. Now if you k

THIS IS IT I'M OUT This is it I'm out can't do this no more, yet I gots' to am that brother trying not to get broken, that brother trying not to break nothing, that brother who be giving breaks but I can't get one. This is it I'm out fresh out of chances though I still got to give more than one. Chance favors the prepared mind, best prepare me for one Lord, am that brother looking for a chance, can I get one This is it I'm out done being done though I eint done much, need to do more, can I do more, the more I give the more it takes, Dear Lord can I give more. Take it all just leave me enough to give. Am that brother trying to be best I can be Lord let me be that brother that does but never that brother that gets done for. This is it I'm out Don count me out, stop counting coz numbers can't gauge me. Am that brother trying to get my math right figures be tight but I got to get this figured out Take anything from me Lord ju

They say life is a big stage But see I have to be careful coz death can upstage me. So I'll take it as it comes This is my one off performance Straight up no takes Take that again it might be my Chance, There goes my shot. So I'll take to the small stage if need be, Coz I can only do this once. I'll make mistakes Hope I'll get it right. Give it all I got coz this eint no performance, Hopefully I Will get it right Eint no question 'bout it, The only contention is when. Coz when I get it right the actor that plays me, Will have the chance to take it from the top again, And since its the movies they'll get me wrong anyway. This is my Life no one can out play me. Feels like the last curtain call, Watch closely before the curtain falls. Hopefully the titles on my tombstone get it right, Coz here I rest in peace My life's in pieces, fragmented memories of me linger. Yet in one a assembled piece the soul shall depart. Life's one big sta

Costumes People go to bed every evening. They wake up every morning. Some wake up on the wrong side of the bed, others wake up on the same side of the bed every day, some coz they cannot stand the person in bed with them, others coz they are too lazy to roll over to the other side, but most because there is no other side of the bed. But they all have one thing in common. Its their life... Some love it, Some hate it, But most accept it. They dress up, Some take a shower, They all have morning rituals. But while some are excited over the long day ahead, Others just want it to end. While most go to work, Others to school, Some don even know where to go. The moment they walk out the door, They all become what society expects them to be students, teachers, patients, doctors, criminals, lawyers, judges, police (and yes some of them are Administration Police), politicians, workers, jobless, journalist, actors, film makers, artist, musicians.... They all have a role. Wh

Kitu miaka 47 badaye Grandpa i know we never met i guess life is funny like that... Am jus fillin you in on the details...You succeeded in freeing our country some think you did it for mount kenya and keep reminding others that you and their kinsmen fought hard for this land... But talkin to grandma i understand that you never thought of it as your land but as one country fightin for lands you had never seen and with people whose language you never understood I wish you were here to tell this idiots that you just wanted a free country and did not care about languages tribes religions regions or power... Forgive my language i mean you no disrespect but this idiots really fucked up our country..Only two years ago we turned on each other people were slaughtered by their countrymen the way the british slaughtered your friends in their concentration camps... I wish you were here to tell them that Odinga and Mboya were part of the resistance that they paid for it more than many did in

BIG SHAME… FOR THE LAST 2000 YEARS SEX HAS BEEN USED AS A WEAPON TO INTIMIDATE MANIPULATE AND EVEN HUMILIATE PEOPLE. MOST AFFECTED HAVE BEEN THE WOMEN USED AS SEX SLAVES, GIFTS TO KINGS DIPLOMATS, EVEN USED AS INTELLIGENCE ASSETS IN THE SPY WORLD. WHEN REBELS ATTACK A VILLAGE THEY RAPE TO DEHUMANIZE THE MEN TO MAKE THEM FEEL WORTHLESS THEY SAY ‘WHAT KIND OF MAN CANNOT EVEN PROTECT HIS WOMAN FROM BEING RAPED AND RAVAGED BY OTHER MEN’. SO WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH KENYAN WOMEN LEADERS? FOR THE LAST ONE YEAR WOMEN ALL OVER THE WORLD HAVE BEEN LOBBING TO STOP THE USE OF SEX AS A WEAPON OF WAR. TO END THE NOTION THAT VICTORY IN A WAR MEANS RAPE AND PILLAGE. SEX SHOULD NOT BE USED AS A WEAPON AND FOR KENYAN WOMEN TO LEGITIMIZE THE USE OF SEX AS SUCH IS TO JUSTIFY ALL EVILS THAT COME WITH IT. NO DOUBT SEX IS POWERFUL BUT AS QUICK AS THE ITCH LASTS SO DOES IT’S POWER. CLEOPATRA MAY HAVE CONCURRED ROME WITH IT BUT IN THE END SHE DID NOT RULE ROME, ROME RULED HER. SO FOR AN EDUCATED WOMAN IN T

The three Fs of life   So am fading away... how do i know that. well when you loose the three Fs of life (family, friends and faith) then you know yo in shit.... so where do i start... ok so one i have not seen most of my friends in like two no three no make tthat three months... when i bump into them i don seem to have much to say ... why the slung has changed the jokes is different... the memories they have is all new and i eint in them people is like 'remember that.... the guy with the... i .... and you ... then.... did...' and am like aaahh!!! and then they are like no henry you was not there and am like ok.... not their fault am just the kinda idiot that fails to show up at plots around town... i mean i always find some excuse not to go... that does it from now on am in on all plots i want my friends back... then family mhh... thats a tough one... my bros and mum we are tight and ok thank God we talk on the phone like every other weekend... i see them twice thrice a month.

this men annan and ocampo as you all know i refer to myself as a christian despite not conforming to all acceptable connotations of the religion... so this week kofi annan and moreno ocampo are in town and mps are running around like headless chicken... and yo asking what the fuck does this have to do with christiandom... well here is the down low... in 2008 January kenya was spiraling out of control and beginning to look like one of those west african countries that i have only read on the news about and by tenth january we looked like we were going to make the interahamwe of rwanda and milosovic's Bosnian Serb forces in Srebrenica look like armatures... but then came kofi annan and he lead twelve disciples six from pnu and six from odm to find peace in kenya........ they decided that emilio mwai kibaki would take peter's role as the rock of the unholy church of kenya and raila amollo odinga would become paul and spread the unholy doctrine of pretended peace to the country...

The 5 year question. Five years ago i was asked the question where do you see yourself 5yrs from now. Like the fun loving alcoweedsexoholic i was i said i want to be employed have my own place earning over 50k a month. Now that am here i don like it much. So i find myself asking the same question again but you want to hear something funny... Who the fuck says our life moves in five year periods how about this i may not be alive five years from now... So i'll tell you what how bout tomorrow i wake up look out the window plan my day and take it from there one day at a time lets see if five years from now i'll still be asking questions. Now ask yourselves where will you be five years from now and b4 you answer think how well your plans have worked for you would you have got here without it or are you better off not making any plans and just making it up as you go along

Not now Sometimes you need to push yoself to be better. You have to reach deep within and find that drive that piece of courage that speck of hope that touch of self motivation. In such moments you can over come anything. In that instant the impossible is possible its like back in the day wen you watched one of those Kung Fu movies you could not be beaten. In such an instant no probability is improbable. This is not one of those times. This is however one of those times to stop yoself from being better, this is the time to drag that idiot into the depths of yo innerself and lock him up before he appeals to yo conscious. Oh and aaaaah..... do yoself a favor while yo down there..... give in to yo darkside, let is surface, let it take over... Why because its more realistic ambitious and dangerous

The other third I see you in yo pent house, hear you hoot everytime i cross the road as you cruise past me in yo car, every now and then you even do me the favor of a free shower every so often wen it rains as the mad hits yo brand nu rims. I need you to under stand i eint hating on you coz of wat you got that i ein got. Coz see wen all you may see is the other third of the population but wen i look at you and all you got it gives me fruit for dreams and ambition. See i need you to under stand i don envy you i don want to be you am just tryin to be the best me i can be. Am the other third i have more than nothing i have just enough. You pity me but you should see the way other third that has nothin but still wants nothing from you lives. They like me are not content with our lifestyle but its wat the Good Lord saw fit to give us. So as you cruise by in yo range rover sport and yo neighbour in the xtrail slow down for us footstrubishi types who blaze thro the ranges and looking for shor

That is just not me There some periods in history that i think were totally redundant not for their lack of creativity but for their expression of shear cowardice. One such period is the cold war i mean a group of brilliant people sat around and arranged indirect attacks on a known enemy who knew that they were indirectly being targeted. It was absolutly genius but total cowardice. Its wat us guys who went to boarding school called first bodi mentality. Some idiot who thot he was tough would keep pushin people around and wen push came to surve he would draw a line and dare you to cross it and if you did the coward would draw more lines then he'd put something on his hand dare you to toss it in the end some prefect or teacher would show up coz of the crowd and you'd all dispass. That idiot was not me and i did not have the time for such nonsense i either got my ass kicked or i broke the idiot's jaw. That said i do not do read in between the lines i do not do go betweens and

My Best I see people every day pushing themselves taking chances lettin some chances go. Everyone's fightin for something, someone or some reason. Every now and then just wen yo bout to get to your target wen victory is in plain sight, just wen you can smell success as yo taste buds stimulate in anticipation of the great taste to come as you reach for the folk and knife something happens its like the waiter drops yo meal or the table breaks sometimes you even fall over on the chair. Some people work hard for recognition, meet the one person that can open doors for them and as they watch that person cross the road he gets run over. Its like your best is never enough you work hard and it does not work out so you keep workin harder and harder. In the end yo burnt out so you stop to think what am i doin wrong. The harder you think the more questions you generate and the harder it gets to answer them. Then it dawns on you that yo back to the same cyclic hard work, hard work gets harder.

Don count me out 'Sometimes life is like a boxing match you have to know when to take a punch, when to block, when to swing with the punches, when to pull back, when to swing, when to punch back. And in life just like in boxing sometimes one punch catches you off guard and you drop to the canvas like a rock crashing down an anthill. Such moments you push yourself to get up and stagger to your feet exposing yourself to more blows and maybe even a knockout a good upper cut gets you flying off your feet crashing down to the canvas with a thud. So Sometimes when you get knocked down it helps to stay down and listen to them count you out 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9 then just as they get to the 10 count you get up and show them that you can also count...'

Echo Have you ever wondered if anyone ever listens to you? Can you hear my voice. Are you listening. If i was that proverbial tree in the forest and i fell would i make a sound? More importantly would anyone be there to hear it? Wen i speak does my voice echo, wen i walk do i leave a footprint? If the light in me dimmed to a spark would anyone see it, if my dim spark faded out would anyone try to rekindle it? Do i matter? Wats the point of living... wouldn't be easier to stop breathin, jump infront of that speeding vehicle, jump off that tall buildin, slash that sharp knife across the jargular... Do i exist should i exist? Has my light dimmed to a spark, should i let my spark fade to darkness? Does my voice echo thro or should i silence it? I either Echo through the silence or the silence Echo's through me? Where is my Echo...

State of mind For many a day i have been gloom. For many a day i've been consumed in thought. For many more a day my depth of thought has imprisoned me. But in my deep thought i looked yonder, it was then that i beheld reality... Simplicity at its finest Within it a depth beyond my deepest thought, yet in it drew me from the depth of thought. Within it a feeling to transcend all else. An ease of mind, peace at heart and a presence of mind. A realization to end all revelations. As i looked yonder i felt it sensed it. Wisdom to sustain me forever and a day. The one realization that happiness is a state of mind. To Be happy neglecting and ignoring all else. It is neither here nor there, Its my current state of mind so don mind me do your worst, I bet i'll still be happy its a state of mind after all...

I AM Exodus 3: 14 'And GOD said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and He said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.' We are all obsessed with labels. It's human we tend to label everything and with every label we attach both emotional and psychological value. Its like we have a preset in our brains on how everything should look like. We are so obsessed with labeling we even label ourselves. Let me break it down a little... Back in the day we all cared wat label we wore on our clothes. I mean Fubu, Fila, Nike, Polo, South Pole, Sean John, Echo, RW and i know ya'll remember this two, Kalkani (did i spell that right) and Savco... Dependin on wat label you was rockin at the time you was either with it or a shagz mundo... We were so conscious about it we spent all our allowances on tryin to get it right. Like wise Everyone keeps paintin impressions of themselve, aligning themselves with certain people, associating themselves with

I will be heard I will shout loud, loud enough if only to hear my voice echo back. I will self converse till this insanity, gets the better of me... I will be heard even by myself, Thats wat Echos are for, That if noone listens, I may listen... I will echo thro time and space, They may call it insanity, But it is my way of hearing myself, It is my Echo... .

Brink Am on the brink of something great, No don be moved coz i always seem to be there, Then At the last moment, jus wen its bout to happen, Something else happens, A set back, Life is full of them, Don think i can take one more set back One more push, One more loss, One more almost. This time a round, being on the brink, means not blinking, Holding on to every breath like it might be my last, They say whatever does not Kill You, Makes You Stronger, This one Just might Kill me, If It Does not, It Might Make Me Strong Enough To Do It Myself. Am On The Brink, Don Blink, You might Miss The Moment It Happens. Hold Yo Breath It Might Be Yo Last...

Some Kinda Silly Everyone is some kinda silly Everyone makes mistakes Everyone gets Mistaken For something Everyone Has their reasons Every now and then we do something silly Every now and then we loose control Every now and then we fail Every now and then we gain something Its not until we lose something Its not until we hurt someone Its not until we lose ourselves Its not until we betray someone Only then do we realize how silly life is Only then do we realize how funny it all is Only then do we realize how silly we are Only then do we learn what to fight for I know am some kinda silly I know i will always be this kinda silly Am just looking for someone to be silly with Someone who will be my kinda silly Now is that to much to ask for Is it really that silly

PROSPECTS Am not sick and tired of being here, Am jus sick and tired of sayin' it. See this here Love, Be too much Love. Its one way traffic. This Love be stagnant. Ein' got no intention to cause tension, Am jus lookin for attention, Coz most times, You give me no mention. Its not 'bout trust or mistrust, Coz in contrast, This here Love, Be 'bout respect and prospects, So let put it in context. Don' tense Luv, We just need to get the tenses right. Is we prospects, present tense or jus past tense? Am done askin', Best get to answerin', Before this here prospects, present elsewhere!

Change I heard them say i've changed, I looked around and fell still, I guess i did change Coz thats not me, Thats not even my shadow. So i looked again I listened a little more I felt deeper into my being Have i really changed Or Have i been changed The voices just got louder Their sense of Wonder Wat happened to me, i heard them say so Profane So i felt Deep within They Made it sound like i had an Affinity For this Change, Never Once stopping to think that it Was Human, Yes it is But A Propensity Within Us All, We are Destine For Change. So I Paused, There Was No Applause, Then I Felt it, The reality That This Was No Change, 'T was jus me finally being me, Did they Know Me so little My friends Wat they knew was pretext, They had wanted a certain kind of friend and i had Obliged, No i did not Change You just see me in a different light. Change, No Affinity For It Am just Propelled By A Sudden Propensity, Change is but a word used by men.

Death Squad How being a kikuyu can get you killed I know what your thinking 'bloody kikuyus now they are victims. Victims of what?' So imagine this your normal Saturday afternoon, lunch at a friend's house then your just in time to catch the dying moments of the Manchester united vs Liverpool match where your team Manchester united just lost 4 to 1 yes the phones phone is ringing off the hook people calling to gloat over how humbled Man U are... Then your off to your cousin's house catch up on old times. Finally your plot for the evening, dinner with the girlfriend, home cooked meal at her place… so you are on your way to meet her, but then you wanna buy her something nice, so you go to the ATM and get baked up. Your now on your way to see her, buy her that something nice, and go over to her place. You've just left the ATM, Co-operative bank on Aga Khan walk, you are walking to bata Hilton, so you decide to go behind Kencom and cross over. Just as you cross

2010 by Wahuga H Githaiga on Tuesday, 18 January 2011 at 23:36 2010 From the onset the boyz named it the year of the hustler, and in more ways than one it was. Am not the group historian nor am I the group biographer so it falls not on me to chronicle it but then again I do a lot of things that are not in my place to. So I’ll go ahead anyway. It all started with last year’s failed resolutions, Buff by December (we all knew that would not happen), Stay in a steady relationship, no more women, get my own place, come back to Kenya for the holidays…. In one way or another we all had resolutions some as a group, some as individuals…. Some of us made it, some did not, some of us got in too deep others got out of really sticky situations. But the one thing we all had in common is we all had our hearts broken and for some more than others it hurt beyond expression. So we thought to ourselves, maybe we were trying too hard, I mean women seem to love jackasses and maybe that’s what some of u

what ever this is The year grows on me and January soon at an end reminds me that the new year is but a far gone memory. Nothing is ever new we just suffer temporary madness and delude ourselves that because the moon’s size changes and the earth while still rotating on its axis revolved around the sun things will be different. But the truth is they never are. The problems are still the same, your friends are still the same and your still single with variations of happiness and sadness (or loneliness) dependent on the day. Then it befalls us to remember that change whether illusion, imaginary or actual is inevitable and time is ever the constant maybe at times it is a catalyst. The catalyst part is the real boner because you see as so many before me have come to realize time is not the kindest of catalyst especially given certain social expectations.  The first change that one undergoes psychological we all undergo it at first we call it growing up feeding into social expectation you s