The Life of A Beach Boy: The Origins

•••~~~•••~~~•••~~~•••~~~••• I had a certain memory. I was in school. It was at a time we wore an extra piece of clothing under our school shorts. My friend and I liked dipping our hands in water so we could see what it looks like. When I dipped my palms, the skin colour looked brighter, healthier. That was a long, long time ago. Now I look at my hands, and see the same colour. And I no longer wear an extra piece of clothing under my trousers. If I do, it's for another purpose. 😎 Here's the thing. 😉 Here's the thing. I didn't choose to live like this. Most of us, in the situations we're in, didn't choose the path we are in now. Situations out of our control governed our journeys in life, and before...

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Jehanamu Today(Prologue)

We were many. We looked like we were incarcerated, in tents that stretched endlessly across the stadium. You could see it on everyone's faces.....the pain,the anguish, the loss of loved ones, endless crying of babies...... The babies drove me insane. The cries that never ceased........the cries that only reminded me of one particular cry. One particular voice. Meal times were always somber.......an endless line of people holding plates, a sickening heap of half cooked rice and beans filled with weevils. Just like the high school diet. White tents were what we called home, white tents with UN all over. The stadium was like a prison camp. Watchtowers, spotlights all over, chaos, misery, children loo...

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Mombasa Raha, My Foot (Chapter Twenty Six Excerpt)

I am tired of it all. I am tired of sleepless nights Worrying about my baby's health Where she could be now What deed is being done on her now...... I am at fault I accept I told her to go right ahead I wanted our house to be as majestic And I believed when I was told That nothing gets a family out of poverty faster Than a daughter with a white boyfriend. Now my daughter My flesh and blood Is the star in hideous acts Is the participant in horrendous fetishes All so she can bring home something My daughter, I am too proud to say sorry Because my upbringing taught me That the parent is always right And you, the child, are always wrong I can never apologise Because I don't ha...

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Human Bats(Excerpt from Mombasa Raha, My Foot)

"Nothing gets a family out of poverty faster than a daughter with a white boyfriend." ~ Kenyan Coastal Proverb. When we step out to see the ones we left behind They see us as successful business folks Business ladies in Nigerian headscarves Enticed by our riches, these gullible vultures The eager looks for a few banknotes Are all too common and predictable Because of our failing leadership And pathetic joblessness They see us as gods Achieving the miracle of having wads So they bombard our phones with messages "Please, aki, siste, hook me up." "Aki, buda, ni kubaya, si uniorganizie mradi hiyo yako?" If only they knew We are human bats We satisfy others And s...

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