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Saturday, 28 April 2012. 8220;Where there's, more hungry mouths. Than food to eat. It's where the homeless. Are shattered and scattered. And still they laugh. And dream of a mansion. No one to speak. Now tell me do they stand a chance? Where there's, more food. Than mouths to feed. Where you find those who. Because of all their personal greed. They always want more than they need. They don't help those. Instead they stand aside and laugh. As if it's all we'll ever ask. When will they make a change? I kno...

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City of Zombies – Diaries of a Silent Voice

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Diaries of a Silent Voice. June 2, 2016. June 2, 2016. Or as I prefer to call it, Toxicity , is the home to 60,000 young kids we see roaming the streets of Nairobi. In their dirty and over-sized tatters of clothes, they stroll around, eyes half-mast with bottles of a yellow substance strapped to their mouths. Those dazed and vacant gazes that occupy their otherwise sad faces are the epitome of absolute lifelessness. What they could possibly become as a result of our help? The next multi billionaire, peac...

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Saturday, 28 April 2012. 8220;Where there's, more hungry mouths. Than food to eat. It's where the homeless. Are shattered and scattered. And still they laugh. And dream of a mansion. No one to speak. Now tell me do they stand a chance? Where there's, more food. Than mouths to feed. Where you find those who. Because of all their personal greed. They always want more than they need. They don't help those. Instead they stand aside and laugh. As if it's all we'll ever ask. When will they make a change? I kno...

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All Writes Reserved: … of these minas

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Wednesday, 14 March 2012. 8230; of these minas. So I stick to my turf,. Being at sea, seeking peace in the silence. Patience and confusion-unknown precursors of wisdom. Try and see past these words. Yes, I'm the carpenter's son. Yes, you know whence I come. But,. Do not wait, please don't wait to call me cliche. Of these minas,. Even the King knows it's not that easy. M Kinoti. J. Labels: mwisho wa mawazo. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 8230; of these minas. You are not alone. VOXX COLUMN MAY 2016.

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All Writes Reserved: a brethren

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Monday, 28 March 2011. I know a brethren. He's become a fantasist. Because he's lost all hope. Even in the simplest form of a dream. Oh, the darkness he sees. When he shuts his. The cold that he meets. When he touches his heart-loneliness. Beknownst of the fact that he's lost his soul,. He speaks out loud only to hear his echo respond. I know a brethren. Larger than life,the experiences he wishes himself. High hopes and dreams. He has value for his life. The warmth of his smile,. The courage in his voice,.

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All Writes Reserved: January 2012

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Friday, 13 January 2012. Firm scribbles on a page. Thick screeches on a pane. The demons invade my mind,. And I long for peace once deprived. Smoke and escape all of it,. Drink till the sounds make sense no more,. Blaze then gaze as the sands of time trickle down; one grain after another. But the demons can retaliate,. For I’ve been warned against these vices,. And I heeded to the heart that cares,. But more so because of pity,. For I’ve been misunderstood,. And will never be understood. M Kinoti. J.

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All Writes Reserved: Farewell...

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Monday, 7 May 2012. I want you to feel,. But you won't touch me. I want you to see,. But you always look away. I want to tell you,. But you wont listen anymore. So I'll tell it to the birds; And they'll whistle it to the trees and. I'll whisper to the fishes in the streams; And they'll sail with it. Down to the oceans and open seas. I'll sing it alone between the four walls of my humble abode; And they will echo in appreciation. Still, I'd want to tell you. But since you've chosen your path,. Kinoti is j...

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All Writes Reserved: April 2011

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Sunday, 24 April 2011. These streets whence she came from,. Back to these streets she brought forth. Neither by choice nor planned,for. In honesty through her confession. She had fallen short. Questions lingered, over what significance this had. Would this be her turning point? Did this bring any hope with it? Or was it the ultimate curse for her actions? Many men she had seen, many men she had laid;. Thus to many women, she brought tears in their eyes. And to why some people tread on this soil,. Yet sad...

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All Writes Reserved: March 2012

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Wednesday, 14 March 2012. 8230; of these minas. So I stick to my turf,. Being at sea, seeking peace in the silence. Patience and confusion-unknown precursors of wisdom. Try and see past these words. Yes, I'm the carpenter's son. Yes, you know whence I come. But,. Do not wait, please don't wait to call me cliche. Of these minas,. Even the King knows it's not that easy. M Kinoti. J. Links to this post. Labels: mwisho wa mawazo. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 8230; of these minas. You are not alone. Kinoti is ...

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All Writes Reserved: September 2012

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Tuesday, 18 September 2012. The prediction by Jessica Care Moore. Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles. Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write. Despite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight. Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right. Winged assassins laughin while the New World's collapsin. Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armed with cowries, I'm blastin. As the Earth rebels my womb swells. You can't find if you ain't never had it.