tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31425626114930167902024-03-05T07:03:22.063-08:00MWANGI X MUTHIORAWelcome to my small world. When bored I write quotes, When elated I write prose and When down I find solace in organized words, yes, Poems!
A husband, father and free thinker. TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-73984826152494144192013-08-07T03:26:00.000-07:002013-08-07T04:49:07.296-07:00<div>
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MY BROKEN PEN is my latest poem and the 300th piece in 8yrs of writing poems. Share if you like.</h2>
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MY BROKEN PEN
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What did happen?
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The pen is broken
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I had it sharpened
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For last night's drawing,
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That broke my pen
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My broken pen
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Can no~longer draw
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It's weak
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It's frail
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It's broken
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Its fragility proved
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By the drawing so couth
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Weakened, in last night's drawing
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Last night
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I put my pen to work
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It was full of spark
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It drew every detail
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Shaded with pace
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All~over the place
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Making contrasting shades
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That will never fade
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Thou' bonded with fate
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But without any hate
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To give the blonde a shape
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So coveted by m'apes
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Last night's drawing was big
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Made my pen have a jig
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Shading the candy ring
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Around the natural wig
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The drawing broke my pen
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I am bloke to buy a pen
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I will slaughter my hen
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To sharpen my pen
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The soup from the hen
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Will sharpen the pen
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Only then can I draw again
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On my own canvas tonight
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For the big drawing that broke my pen
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Was on a stolen canvas
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That ruptured my pen
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With unconcealed zeal.
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POEM BY
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MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
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Poet & Blogger
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This is an unpublished, original works and the auther holds all the copyright. </div>
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TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-43530885560299519282012-02-08T22:22:00.000-08:002012-02-08T22:22:54.794-08:00RISE UP AFRICA & WEEP NO MORE is a poem full of political rhetoric especially at this time when 4 Kenyans are facing indictment at the ICC.<br />
RISE UP AFRICA & WEEP NO MORE<br />
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400 years ago they took the best of your children<br />
To the door of no return<br />
Yoked and choked, they labored for ‘your neighbors’<br />
Yet they call you dark, dead, starved,<br />
Poor and emancipated.<br />
As your golden body they devour<br />
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They say they discovered you,<br />
because you were lost?<br />
They finally found you, looted you, and stole from you.<br />
They gave you religion because you had no faith.<br />
What good could they find in your so called “dark continent?”<br />
Nothing but pieces of gold, silver diamond and cobalt<br />
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Brother turned against a brother a sister against another<br />
An eye for an eye that turned your children blind<br />
As your ‘friends’ raped you in turns<br />
Delving deeper into the depths of your body<br />
And your children perished
at the face of your so called ‘friends'<br />
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Rise up Africa and weep no more<br />
Mama Africa! I mourn the loss of your children<br />
Thomas Sankara, Tom Mboya, Patrice Lumumba<br />
And Memories of thousands faceless and nameless heroes<br />
A cadre of wise, courageous and visionary children<br />
Who never survived the wrath of your ‘friends’<br />
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Dressed in charitable clothing they spied on you<br />
With their wickedness twisted in their pitiful faces<br />
They focused, clicked, captured and shot<br />
Images of your emancipated children<br />
Images that drove them to the corners of the world<br />
Magical images that brought rum and wine in their glasses<br />
Women to their beds, and best cars in their yards.<br />
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In boardrooms they bargained on how to “help you”<br />
Cause your body pain and pay for it<br />
Give your children guns to protect themselves against their brothers<br />
Give a good send off to your gone children<br />
Soaked in their own blood seeped in your body<br />
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Open their eyes Mama Africa<br />
Open the eyes of your children<br />
Wake them up from the deep slumber<br />
Let them see the vultures, hovering up in the sky<br />
Patiently waiting, waiting for their corpses<br />
Let them unite and reason<br />
Let them embrace one another with warmth<br />
Warmth of their creative ideas<br />
Created in their own soil by their own<br />
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Let your children arise and dance<br />
Dance to the greater heights of Kilimanjaro<br />
Let them sing, sing of a future<br />
A fearless future of consciousness,<br />
A future of hope, a future of a proud Africa<br />
By her children<br />
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POEM BY:<br />
DAVID NJIHIA MWAKODI<br />
REGIONAL DIRECTOR-SHABAA CENTRAL.<br />
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</tbody></table>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-10224838938109278692011-09-26T00:45:00.000-07:002011-09-27T01:29:36.617-07:00PROF. WANGARI MAATHAI FINALLY SUCCUMBS TO CANCER, A YEAR AFTER BEEN DIAGONISED<a href="http://www.facebook.com/fafdays">BY: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA- Two Hours Before</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifhref="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLy_Pv4YdWXI7vnP_2R-hgxrJffrwiLJN-2L_6dXAE9juIZhccRlUkuGmsVOv7D1nYiSpycg88j4w3Q86mKJYcsIKW2QHUm3TCGFNpcLgjjYSeFln1Y6-8Vaity7jHr3qip60nW7WkZZm/s1600/wangari-nobel-2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLy_Pv4YdWXI7vnP_2R-hgxrJffrwiLJN-2L_6dXAE9juIZhccRlUkuGmsVOv7D1nYiSpycg88j4w3Q86mKJYcsIKW2QHUm3TCGFNpcLgjjYSeFln1Y6-8Vaity7jHr3qip60nW7WkZZm/s320/wangari-nobel-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656584115255116834" /></a>Africa's 1st female Nobel Peace Laureate, Prof. Wangari Muta Maathai, has finally succumbed to <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001891/">Ovarian Cancer</a> at Nairobi Hospital- North Wing. Maathai has died in what Kenya can only refer to as a 'death' month, following the grotesque Sinai Slum fire tragedy and road accidents that have claimed tenths of people. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.nobelprize.org"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Prof. Wangari Muta Maathai</span></a> took to the world stage in a defining moment on 11th November, 2004 when she received the 2004 edition of the world's most coveted award, the gold <a href="http://www.nobelprize.org">Nobel Peace Prize</a>, at an elaborate ceremony in Oslo, Norway. Maathai, born in 1940, is a zoology professor who rose to international fame for campaigns against government-backed forest clearances in Kenya in the late 1980s and 1990s. She founded the <a href="http://www.greenbeltmovement.org/">Green Belt Movement</a> in 1977 that has well spread to many other African Nations. She was the 12th woman peace laureate since the first award was made in 1901. The last African laureate was U.N. Secretary General Kofi Annan, of Ghana, in 2001. The 2003 prize also went to a woman, Iranian human rights lawyer Shirin Ebadi. <br /><br />In 1989 Maathai's protests forced then President Daniel arap Moi to abandon a personal plan to erect a 62-storey office tower in a Nairobi park. In 1999 she was beaten and whipped by private security guards during a demonstration against the sale of forest land near the capital Nairobi. The famed Freedom Corner, now remains a sacred reference place where most protests are started or ended in Nairobi. <br /><br />In 2004 while accepting and receiving her gold Nobel Peace Medallion, Prof Maathai moved the star studded audience with her near poetic speech that was aired live across the world and watched by billions on TV. "In the course of history, there comes a time when humanity is called to shift to a new level of consciousness, to reach a higher moral ground. A time when we have to shed our fear and give hope to each other. That time is now. I'm humbled by the recognition and uplifted by the honour," she said.<br /><br />"As I conclude I reflect on my childhood experience when I would visit a stream next to our home to fetch water for my mother. I would drink water straight from the stream. Playing among the arrowroot leaves I tried in vain to pick up the strands of frogs eggs, believing they were beads. But every time I put my little fingers under them they would break. <br /><br />"Later, I saw thousands of tadpoles: black, energetic and wriggling through the clear water against the background of the brown earth. This is the world I inherited from my parents.<br /><br />"Today, over 50 years later, the stream has dried up, women walk long distances for water, which is not always clean, and children will never know what they have lost. The challenge is to restore the home of the tadpoles and give back to our children a world of beauty and wonder." <br /><br />She went on: "Today we are faced with a challenge that calls for a shift in our thinking, so that humanity stops threatening its life-support system. We are called to assist the Earth to heal her wounds and in the process heal our own." <br /><br />The Nobel laureate then turned to the corporate world: "Industry and global institutions must appreciate that ensuring economic justice, equity and ecological integrity are of greater value than profits at any cost," she said.<br /><br />And then to governments, Prof Maathai said that the environment was a barometer of a nation’s health. <br /><br />"The state of any country’s environment is a reflection of the kind of governance in place, and without good governance there can be no peace," she said.<br /><br />She is the first African woman and the 12th female peace laureate since the award was first made in 1901.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkSbf8_zIBBZtRKJymQXvPdyp567Xntx8YpiGB44nC6sZZn2V3_IDdu_U3tYA8RPPYfCdyorR_qzLr5gmccUVsl7e0rusTpAyV7JLK55XOIAeR5u2W2ZL2QVsNsDiVFh0LwcPB_MOkV25/s1600/maathai-wangari.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkSbf8_zIBBZtRKJymQXvPdyp567Xntx8YpiGB44nC6sZZn2V3_IDdu_U3tYA8RPPYfCdyorR_qzLr5gmccUVsl7e0rusTpAyV7JLK55XOIAeR5u2W2ZL2QVsNsDiVFh0LwcPB_MOkV25/s320/maathai-wangari.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656595948247697026" /></a>She joins the league of other African greats who have scooped the prize who are UN Secretary General Kofi Annan (2001), former South African President Nelson Mandela sharing with his predecessor F. W. de Klerk (1993), South African Archbishop Desmond Tutu (1984), Egyptian President Anwar Sadat sharing with Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin (1978) and South African ANC leader Albert Luthuli (1960).<br /><br />Among the awards received by Maathai and the <a href="http://www.greenbeltmovement.org">Green Belt Movement</a> are the Sophie Prize (2004), Petra Kelly Prize for Environment (2004), Arbor Day Foundation's J. Sterling Morton Award (2004), Conservation Scientist Award (2004), the WANGO Environment Award (2003), Outstanding Vision and Commitment Award (2002), and Excellence Award from the Kenyan Community Abroad (2001). <br /><br />The former Member of Parliament for Tetu in Central Kenya has also received the Juliet Hollister Award (2001), the Golden Ark Award (1994), the Jane Adams Leadership Award (1993), the Edinburgh Medal (1993), UN's Africa Prize for Leadership (1991), the Goldman Environmental prize (1991) and the Woman of the World (1989). <br /><br />Others include the Windstar Award for the Environment (1988), the Better World Society Award (1986), the right livelihood award (1984) and the Woman of the Year Award (1983). <br /><br />Prof. Maathai is also listed on UNEP's Global 500 Hall of Fame and is named as one of the 100 heroines of the world. In June 1997,. <br />http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif<br />Wangari was elected by Earth Times as one of 100 persons in the World who have made a difference in the environmental arena. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.ogiek.org">Prof. Maathai</a> had also received honorary doctoral degrees from several institutions around the world: William's college, MA USA (1990), Hobart and William Smith Colleges (1994), University of Norway (1997)among many others.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeNCtvwahhoZF0zjvA8ifJtNltB4c65_fIgtYbXbeSKBOFV-tE_K0ngOKjrIfh6VzX4cbs47Ks0VL9FzqJZsX7ZUXVmPOBuxkIgb2YnrIU9LUZEuJ3hzP6TPmJ6OkL5D-nix5HW49qtlL/s1600/moto.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeNCtvwahhoZF0zjvA8ifJtNltB4c65_fIgtYbXbeSKBOFV-tE_K0ngOKjrIfh6VzX4cbs47Ks0VL9FzqJZsX7ZUXVmPOBuxkIgb2YnrIU9LUZEuJ3hzP6TPmJ6OkL5D-nix5HW49qtlL/s200/moto.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656600140715232434" /></a><br />Prof Maathai succumbed to Ovarian Cancer-is a cancerous growth arising from the ovary. Symptoms are known to be very subtle early on and may include bloating, pelvic pain, difficulty eating and frequent urination, and are easily confused with other illnesses. Prof. Maathai, one of the world's most celebrated woman died at Nairobi Hospital-North Wing, while undergoing treatment.<br /><br /><a href="http://twohoursbefore.blogspot.com/2011/02/integrity-is-like-virginity-you-loose.html">WRITTEN BY: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA.<br /> BLOGGER & POET<br /> Two Hours Before</a>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-70068972939595893762011-09-22T07:04:00.001-07:002011-09-23T00:46:39.455-07:00UPROAR AFTER FEMALE STUDENT GANG RAPED BY FIVE COLLEGUES AT ABIA STATE UNIVERSITY.<a href="http://www.facebook.com/fafdays">HORROR: Five Men Gang Rape University Student For One Hour On Video.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTX5w9zVsbbPAzeJYevjFhrjbT_0_YNA7U-urQAp-T2wdKr-xRYx9vJSOm8EWz_dQZ8ByxO5UsMCrQpHN6MmhWDrlXBiZz-Pgy_vidKEi5OFRH5P2JTjD5SeDsg3vkjJLNAH-o1lTqE0ry/s1600/NIGERIA.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTX5w9zVsbbPAzeJYevjFhrjbT_0_YNA7U-urQAp-T2wdKr-xRYx9vJSOm8EWz_dQZ8ByxO5UsMCrQpHN6MmhWDrlXBiZz-Pgy_vidKEi5OFRH5P2JTjD5SeDsg3vkjJLNAH-o1lTqE0ry/s320/NIGERIA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655457669307263682" /></a><br />A few weeks ago, a five man gang raped & molested a female university student in a very horrifying video that the dare devil students recorded and circulated among Abia University Students and later posted on internet for the world to see. Amazingly, the audacity of the rapists to post the video- recorded on a cell phone, on internet is scaring and just tells you how our sisters, wives and mothers are besieged from all corners. The group of five rapists believed to be students of the Abia State University, either through arrogance or ignorance posted the sexual assault, which they recorded on their mobile phone, for the world to see online.<br /><br />A horrifying, disgusting and painful ordeal that no other woman should be allowed to follow. The citizen journalism website, Sahara Reporters, was the first to call for an appeal to catch the perpetrators, igniting a web-wide uproar and witch hunt for the rapists, dubbed the Abia 5. One wonders how safe are our daughters and sisters in campus? Interestingly, the Nigerian authorities have openly dismissed this as just mere allegations and computer tricks that the students body at Abei State University has vehemently declined, saying that the perpetrators of this heinous act are known and the poor victim can very well identify them. Though its yet to be identified exactly when this happened, reliable sources indicate that the girl was gang raped late last week after she allegedly insulted one of the boys called Uchenna after continued weeks of stalking her. This incident has elicited world wide protests especially on internet with Bloggers around the world calling for speedy investigations and prosecution of the 'Abei 5' <br /><br />The story which was first reported early this week has put the Nigeria's authorities and several Students Bodies at close fire with students threatening to go on rampage if the police are unable to make any sensible arrests and prosecutions. <span style="font-style:italic;">“It is clear that we have to fight our battles ourselves since you, whom we entrusted with the responsibility, are only interested in how your bank accounts can swell. This case has been taken up by the youth and we will monitor it to its completion, till those hard hearted rapists are brought to book and punished.”</span> Said one of the student leaders from a University in Lagos.<br /><br />The video which has over an hour of play time, shows the' Abei 5' raped the young girl in turns, teasing her and making gravious comments on her private anatomy. In the video though with a poor audio, the men can be heard humiliating the young girl and threatening to rape her for the next several days. The girl in return can be heard vaguely pleading with the men to spare her and leave her. At some point, the young girl is seen to be tired and exhausted as the men elatedly continues to take their turns. The victim is then seen and heard asking them to kill her instead and spare her the pain and humiliation. She allegedly disrespected one of the guys on campus, so they decided to take the laws into their hands by "teaching" her a lesson that she will never forget.<br /><br />The men on this video appeared so upset going by the cruelty displayed in the video, it got to a point when the girl became suicidal and started begging them to take her life (In English and Igbo language), but the guys laughed and mocked her, it was terrible, the ordeal lasted for well over an hour.In the course of the rape, the girl kept mentioning their names. At a point, she said Uchenna please now. If close attention is paid one could decipher no fewer than four names mentioned by the victim UCHENNA , WISDOM, ZAKI, CHISOM, & IFEANYI / UGBAANYI, all believed to be students of ABIA State University<br /><br />Another curious angle is, the men were all naked, but they allowed the girl to keep her clothes on, except her panties. It was grotesque. Even though the inept Abia Governor, Theo Orji is paying lip service to the tragedy, Youth minister, Bola Abdulahi, it was learnt, is on his way to Uturu.<br /><br />Two Hours Before joins the of local & international blogs calling for the arrests and prosecution of the 'Abei 5' We condemns this inhuman act, and joins the world in signing this petition. Women should be respected and no insult can warrant such a humiliation and act of violence. While as the victim wished to die at some level, we take this opportunity to wish her a quick and speedy recovery from this trauma and inhuman act. Theo Orji, who has been widely referred to be an inept Governor of the Abei State, should step out of the shadows and alleys of darkness and lead the man hunt for the known perpetrators of this act.<br /><br />Read about the Author on the February issue of Parents Magazine 2010 and read his untold story. Also Join Two Hours Before on facebook and twitter. NOTE: Two Hours Before is the fastest growing poetry blog in the country with over 27,000 visits and several reputable Reviews across the world.<br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-83137144220625856062011-08-04T07:52:00.000-07:002011-08-05T07:11:47.337-07:00"I WALKED THE PATH" - R.I.P VINNY KANYONYA, The world loved you, we shall always miss you. They killed u, but not your spirit, you lives on<strong>POEM DEDICATED TO THE FAMILY & FRIENDS OF VINNY KANYONYA-BARA</strong><br /><em>A few weeks ago Vincent Bara Kanyonya(Pictured), woke up as usual, but the 27yrs old young man didn’t know that his bright future was fast shutting down. Weeks of gluing such of Vinny lead to discovery of his remains half buried at an abandoned homestead in Ndumberi, off Kiambu road. This is after he was reportedly kidnapped in Nairobi by people asking for a huge ransom. Vinny was my schoolmate for 3yrs at Kanunga High School. We shared a dormitory and one thing that strongly stood out about him was his passion for life and an interesting jovial and witty attitude. When we left school, he hardly changed; happy, smiling, joking and laughing. It’s the manner in which his captors killed him that really hurts anyone who knew this young man. Why such cruelty?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoBrhxj5N6uo0zL8EPeVtwaNPtU2g5_fNI0-hy0JDugGmcSaJjTQvawMg8hUbVETZhvQBu4UMTzwq4QzttKbXunbNdM0uCnrxlaknhZX6kalclcJO3ncJZyzrhdh9tRs33_lFXspGX8Wc/s1600/BARA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoBrhxj5N6uo0zL8EPeVtwaNPtU2g5_fNI0-hy0JDugGmcSaJjTQvawMg8hUbVETZhvQBu4UMTzwq4QzttKbXunbNdM0uCnrxlaknhZX6kalclcJO3ncJZyzrhdh9tRs33_lFXspGX8Wc/s200/BARA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637017396833807282" /></a>I solely dedicate this poem to the family of Vinny Kanyonya-Pictured, to his friends, those who knew him in person and those who are hearing about him for the first time. He was a jovial, cheerful young man and he never truly deserved to die such a painful death. By sharing this poem with family & friends, we are signing personal petitions to end violence deaths of young men & women. Vinny’s death in cold blood is sincerely unquantifiable. It’s a loose that will live in our hearts for soo long, but I ask why? Should we just sit and watch a few characters steal our destiny and hope through the bitter path? Let us be vigilant.<br /><strong>R.I.P VINNY KANYONYA</strong></em><br /><br /><strong>I WALKED THE PATH</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqvfCWx9Ac_KfNbt_ETP7J2uNzmvisHGgcOnDx2dwgvX6fT57YcJzR8kn-ZrbuI6uFVkrPPtVyvfy7vtuoe-2ioYSC5K8NFlCLC3c_OoIeLdS3e9Dz6OKDuGhKD4OZsEN2Nzt_w0gierY/s1600/when_i_am_gone.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqvfCWx9Ac_KfNbt_ETP7J2uNzmvisHGgcOnDx2dwgvX6fT57YcJzR8kn-ZrbuI6uFVkrPPtVyvfy7vtuoe-2ioYSC5K8NFlCLC3c_OoIeLdS3e9Dz6OKDuGhKD4OZsEN2Nzt_w0gierY/s200/when_i_am_gone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637364555698185714" /></a><br />Lonely and full of tears,<br />Along the way-<br />I cast my eyes wide n’ afar,<br />I listened with my ears,<br />As my mouth gaped for air<br />With anguish and desperation<br />Waiting for any forthcoming hope<br /><br />In my mind,<br />It was all spirals,<br />Confusion,<br />Worries,<br />N’ desperation, n’<br />At one time, I wondered<br />Is this me?<br /><br />It’s a bitter path<br />Waiting for hope<br />It’s a path that no one else-<br />Should ever follow<br />Waiting for hope<br /><br />Along the way,<br />I would hear the whispers<br />Of my captors,<br />Eating my soul<br />I would feel the cloud of desperation<br />Holding heavy above me<br />My blurred eyes would see nothing<br />Other than nagging darkness<br /><br />And I would ask why<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJqV_jg4HOLZXLb6g-edcbUISBKfX9dbXah57MIaP0h1JWEX5hwB8f_4IZFlFmLm99TRC6RYygKvNhyKjDWPZyhltgDXqhchNPelSJmrCN9dkfwDyLi78whV5vl-I5_Dh3Ux-GE-EUHZ2/s1600/BARA+3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJqV_jg4HOLZXLb6g-edcbUISBKfX9dbXah57MIaP0h1JWEX5hwB8f_4IZFlFmLm99TRC6RYygKvNhyKjDWPZyhltgDXqhchNPelSJmrCN9dkfwDyLi78whV5vl-I5_Dh3Ux-GE-EUHZ2/s320/BARA+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637370487312180034" /></a><br />In all this darkness & confusion<br />I still hoped, that <br />This suffering would halt<br />I hoped, I would see the light<br />At the end of the tunnel<br /><br />The pain in my heart<br />Surpassed my will to live<br />I wanted to see tomorrow<br />To smile again, <br />To laugh again & <br />Joke again<br />But I couldn’t <br />It was a journey of pain<br />And suffering<br /><br />I wondered,<br />Where my friends were<br />And wondered, if they were thinking about me<br />I would look at the captors<br />And wonder if they would know<br />The pain in my heart<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWk5S1Jp-qWsA31tJJoFaWY3bMUMPDRZwJQguYQGfAUiEfvNrpkQbOmrs4-Ewd0y83U6tgKiI8HR2Ci8azHOj73HcYRavY8-ICiZCeGFE4Hd0CBgShFJzvJtVh30PodUVYtAcNUCZK743/s1600/VINNY.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWk5S1Jp-qWsA31tJJoFaWY3bMUMPDRZwJQguYQGfAUiEfvNrpkQbOmrs4-Ewd0y83U6tgKiI8HR2Ci8azHOj73HcYRavY8-ICiZCeGFE4Hd0CBgShFJzvJtVh30PodUVYtAcNUCZK743/s320/VINNY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637373985112165874" /></a><br />In my imagination<br />I would see the agony<br />In my mother<br />My dad, brothers & sisters<br />I would see my friends<br />Suffer silently,<br />But I was still helpless<br />Held captive, grasping on the straws of life<br /><br />Now I am gone<br />It happened too first<br />I wanted to live longer<br />Smile further,<br />Joke further & have fun<br />But I am now gone.<br /><br />Mom, Dad, Brothers & Sisters<br />Weep no more<br />There is a next time, and we gonna meet<br />The dark path has come to an end<br />And am now in my sleep<br />It is painful & unbelievable but you have to bear<br />Because I am now gone<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQ9GSRZRTlOUMqp8T4_wZvV1orzE-5-goG9rsuzq3QkRfIa-kSNl0O90e2dMaWPUvc56nTEors2YSYjdeOO1TDcbK3AlgeTsFPIY-zcFO2KeibrxgBTJjJyRbh5HpaYMpPMYRyN8hiiua/s1600/BARA+4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQ9GSRZRTlOUMqp8T4_wZvV1orzE-5-goG9rsuzq3QkRfIa-kSNl0O90e2dMaWPUvc56nTEors2YSYjdeOO1TDcbK3AlgeTsFPIY-zcFO2KeibrxgBTJjJyRbh5HpaYMpPMYRyN8hiiua/s320/BARA+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637370962905471298" /></a><br />In your dreams;<br />Dream about my laughter<br />Dream about my jokes<br />Dream about my dreams<br />But never dream about the bitter path<br />Smile to me as if am still living<br />Joke to my old jokes<br />And give stories as if I am narrating them<br />Because I am just gone to sleep<br />In the next room<br />And when your time comes<br />We shall meet again<br />Joke again, smile again & dream again<br />For I am gone<br /><br />I loved you all<br />Many of you loved me<br />But I am gone<br />Have peace of mind<br />Dream again & be cheerful<br />Happiness shall soon be with you again.<br /><strong>R.I.P VINCENT KANYONYA (BARA)<br /><br />We loved you bro, it is sad to see this world being cruel to such a darling, cheerful, ambitious & jovial young man as you were. Your smile will forever remain in our hearts. You never left this world a looser- you have won the hearts of many, and may the perpetrators of this heinous act see the light of the day. That it may dawn on them that, it should not have been that way. They may have succeeded to kill you, but your DREAMS & ASPIRATIONS shall forever live in us. We shall be what you wanted to be, be where you wanted to be, and be passionate about life just the way you were. R.I.P<br /><br />WRITTEN ON: 4TH AUGUST, 2011<br />POEM BY: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br /> Author & Poet<br /> Two Hours Before<br /> http://www.twohoursbefore.blogspot.com</strong>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-6007958355543222312011-02-23T06:20:00.000-08:002011-02-23T10:19:22.615-08:00THE TROUBLE WITH THE RAT RACE IS THAT, EVEN IF YOU WINS THE RACE YOU ARE STILL A RAT.........PERIOD!<strong>AUTHOR: HON. MWANGI S. MUTHIORA, JUNIOR M.P - NATIONAL YOUTH PARLIAMENT (Pictured).</strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlP763QVSdZswxldx1_2_wlYIOdr57pvnrkrO84B9oDzAsU2WW-IHQvWk80j82NRRg7m7ZuHe3NAe1c5ANJlW6I3bGy9vaCXwEjRcWXHV_DQWLW7E_FQ18O6ccm7fP_UYkMFndFs8eCmB/s1600/MUTHIORA+PIX.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlP763QVSdZswxldx1_2_wlYIOdr57pvnrkrO84B9oDzAsU2WW-IHQvWk80j82NRRg7m7ZuHe3NAe1c5ANJlW6I3bGy9vaCXwEjRcWXHV_DQWLW7E_FQ18O6ccm7fP_UYkMFndFs8eCmB/s400/MUTHIORA+PIX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576901681175656482" /></a><br /><br />I have said time and again that this great Nation is in the bleak of tribal hatred inspired to Kenyans by tribal chiefs, sons and daughters of post colonial Kenya who squarely benefited from the corrupt White regime, Kenyatta regime, Moi regime and now the impunity infested Kibaki Government. The infightings in the Coalition Government remind me about the Rat race. The rat race is not only interesting, tragic and unfortunate but casts out the reality our leaders must swallow, “Even if you win in a rat race….. You are still a rat…!” That is the simplest you can define this selfish ruling class.<br /><br />Over the last few weeks, we have witnessed uncalled for political bickering as the two principals and their erstwhile supporters engage in a war of word that has literally convinced any serious investor that Kenya is not the best of places to pitch tent. Kibaki in his quest to show leadership in an emotional press statement reassured Kenyans that he acted within the law in the disputed nominations even when the country had already read mischief in the manner his lieutenants handled and reacted over the entire process- he has withdrawn the nominations since. Just to remind you, we have been witnessing a political crisis hung around the two principals for a long time ever since this man Ocampo released the list of suspected masterminds of the post election violence that left tens of hundredths of people dead and many hundredths of thousands homeless.<br /><br />Look at this again, ‘you are the Suspect, the Police, the Prosecutor, the Judge and the Executor’: then we must be in a rogue country where we might possibly never witness justice in our times or in the times of many of our generations to come. Shifting to the more serious business of governance and political leadership laying bare with the two principals, Kenyans must speak in one voice and oppose the idea of the destiny of this country be defined and determined in a boardroom by the two Principals or their cronies. In context and within the precincts of the new law, Kibaki & Raila have no moral authority whatsoever to impose on Kenyans any office holder, whether constitutional or otherwise. If the incidents of 2007 elections are to be prevented, we must embrace and implement this constitution fully and within all the legal frameworks applicable therein.<br /><br />The two principals should not limit their efforts to successfully implement the new law to public forums and public statements. Indeed, they should have realized and recognized long ago that bitter differences in the level of consultations cannot be settled in a public forum. That is why in addition to the public statements and negotiations, they have to explore every possible private avenue that might lead to a settlement on this matter but purely pegged on the legality of the entire nomination process. In that case, Kenyans shall have a reason to smile to a new dawn of reforms; that has eroded us for so long. No one shall have the fears of the courts, police, legislature or any arm of Government.<br /><br />It has been difficult for our leaders to communicate meaningfully across this war of words, But precisely because of lack of political goodwill to implement the constitution in its entirety. The president and the prime minister should reaffirm in all solemnity their desire to work for a just and speedy implementation of the new law. This shall be possible if only the selfish egos of their cronies are trashed away and sense of realism planted in the mindsets of our leaders. The two have witnessed the politics of this Nation than most of us and have been in the realms of power for many years. They saw JM die, Pinto Gama, Tom Mboya, Robert Ouko, Farther Kaiser, Oscar, Bishop Muge; etc. They have also witnessed Matiba, Njoya, Shikuku, Gatabaki, Anyang’ Nyong’o, George Anyona, Raila, and many more proponents of reforms in the 80’s and 90’s when Moi was cracking down on the voice of voiceless. I deeply believe that these two leaders shall one day pay dearly if they allowed the interests of a few people who have benefited from impunity, corruption, and nepotism from time immemorial determine the destiny of this nation during this transitional period. <br /><br />Let history record that at this critical juncture both sides turned their face toward “justice rather than towards impunity and injustices." It may be hard to face the reality, but it is the right way. In speaking of the consequences of a precipitous withdrawal from talks and proper implementation of the new law, Kenyans shall lose confidence with the entire process and it shall not be business as usual. Far more dangerous, we would lose confidence in ourselves as a nation and incidents similar to those of post election violence shall be inevitable, now and in future. The consequences of what our leaders shall have done, inevitable remorse and divisive recrimination would scar our spirit as a people.<br /><br />We have faced other crises in our history and we have become stronger by rejecting the easy way out and taking the right way in meeting our challenges. Our greatness as a nation has been our capacity to do what has to be done when we knew our course was right. Let us all submerge our differences and realize that it is best for us to first see that we have the same problem, a common problem, a problem that will make you catch hell whether you're. Whether you're educated or illiterate, whether you live in Muthaiga or in the alleys of Kibera, you're going to catch hell just like me. We're all in the same boat and we all are going to catch the same hell from the same pan- Impunity!<br />Kenyans in their usual optimism passed the new law to simply guard themselves and their generations to come from political oppression, economic exploitation, and social degradation at the hands of a few greedy politicians whom are a ‘know everything’ and will poke their noses anywhere they read a survival tact for themselves and their many sycophants.<br /><br />Let historians not record that, when Kibaki and Raila were the most powerful men, we passed on the other side of the road and allowed the last hopes for political, economical and social empowerment of millions of Kenyans be suffocated by the forces of totalitarianism. This is the time for all of us to take the boat, even if we can walk on water.<br /><br />The great ‘silent majority’ of our time spoke at the referendum, and the ruling class has little to do than lead us to the other side of the new constitutional dispensation. Needless to say, if they did or behaved in anything short of that, then the scenes we have witnessed in parts of Arab world might be a reality here at home. I once again remind them that the trouble with the rat race is that……even if you win the race; you are still a rat! God bless Kenya.<br /><br /><strong>Author: <br /><a href="http://www.parentsafrica.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=788:simon-muthiora-human-rights-crusader-diplomat-in-the-making&catid=16:it-happened-to-me&Itemid=255">MWANGI S. MUTHIORA</a>; is a Projects Manager by profession. He is an MP in the National Youth Parliament of Kenya He is a poet and a blogger with an allay of interesting political articles and poems most of them published on his Official Blog called Two Hours Before and reviewed widely across the world. He is an ardent participant of WHYS (World Have Your Say) on BBC among other International Human Rights platforms.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.parentsafrica.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=788:simon-muthiora-human-rights-crusader-diplomat-in-the-making&catid=16:it-happened-to-me&Itemid=255">He is an aspirant in the forthcoming National Youth Council elections to be held next month.</a> <br /><br />Read about the Author on the February issue of Parents Magazine 2010 and read his untold story. Also Join Two Hours Before on facebook and twitter. NOTE: Two Hours Before is the fastest growing poetry blog in the country with over 27,000 visits and several reputable Reviews across the world.<br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-73108411901676955942011-02-03T01:39:00.000-08:002011-02-03T01:48:10.013-08:00INTEGRITY is like VIRGINITY........... You loose either once!<strong>INTEGRITY is like VIRGINITY........... You loose either once!</strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjaFhMXBXL3bky1NqZhohDe7n_lUl8q6hDxKXMV2j4Kr3YU2znk84BsA1uBaVDuFy-qQR0_x1t68p9rR3k_0J4sLhZ2ygOui0pDxIrNf5WQV_QCmKlu_6dQ8HaWP93PmVRkWVi-_eaBe9/s1600/marende_speaker_unity.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjaFhMXBXL3bky1NqZhohDe7n_lUl8q6hDxKXMV2j4Kr3YU2znk84BsA1uBaVDuFy-qQR0_x1t68p9rR3k_0J4sLhZ2ygOui0pDxIrNf5WQV_QCmKlu_6dQ8HaWP93PmVRkWVi-_eaBe9/s400/marende_speaker_unity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569396322079459394" /></a>One thing that is soo obvious is that "Integrity is like Virginity, you just loose it once" Marende has the future of this nation strongly lying on his shoulders...... When Kenyans went to the polls to decide on the New Constitution, most of us had the Promise of a new dawn in our mind. We were all obsessed with the imagination of a new Kenya.....without the whimes of impunity, corruption, nepotism, human rights violations, rape etc. It is sad now to see those legistrators who canvased the nation in support of New Constitution yet they are now dancing to the tunes of impunity and political arrogance that the President has now illustrated. There was no apparent reason to vote Yes then commend the president on unconstitutional appointsments. Whether the two pricipals consulted or not, concured or not....Kenyans wants an indipendent Judicial System. We have hundreds of learned young professionals who can occupy this positions out of merit. In my view, the Speaker of the National Assembly should rise beyound the mere squambles of ODM & PNU. We want an indipendent body that is not aswerable to either the President or the PM but squrely answerable to Kenyans. <br /><br />In this case, this nominations which were both unconsitutional and in to conform with the individual interests of the two Principals should be nullified. It is inverted logic since we can surely all see who are supporting impunity in this great Nation. For what reassons would a person like Ruto who is facing soo many court battles so strongly support this nominations? for what reasons would anyone on the list of Ocampo six support this Nominations? For what reasons would someone who soo strongly opposed the passing of the new constitution advice Kenyans that the President behaved in a manner of statemanship whileas he simply has once again lost the simple test of integrity? For how long shall we suffer in the hands of rapacious individuals who are out to satisy their own selfish individuals?<br /><br />If for any reasons House Speaker Otiata Marende, failed to stop Kibaki and his corrupt cronies of Ruto, Uhuru, Murungi, Muthaura, Kosgey.......many more- Kenya shall have failed yet another litmus test on its ability to deal with local challenges i.e i leu of governance and administration of Justice. Just ask yourself howmany innocent Kenyans are behind bars because of a corrupt Jucicial System. Remember the case of Delamere son, Killings of Ouko, JM, Pinto Gama, Oscar of Oscar foundation, imagine how many innocent women have lost sons in name of Mungiki and the police streets executions? Imagine the thousands of women who have lost court cases of inheritance? imagine the many who have lost files in highcourt simply because someone wants to block justice? Imagine the several thousands IDPs, Remember the death of Father Kaiser,imagine the arrogance of a one Esther Murugi on issues of national importance such as HIV prevention? Could this be the reasons why MOi and his soider boys opposed this new constitution? See Kalonzo, Jirongo, Wamalwa, Ruto, Saitoti, Kosgey.............! God have mercy. This is a country in shere need of redmption. We cannot afford to let this chance of redeeming the dignity of a vote be abused and trashed by a few rich men & women. Lets see the bigger plot by land owners who wants ti have their own in the high offices. Kenyans wants a CJ, AG & DPP who are credible enough just like Lumumba is doing. If we allowed impunity to carry the day.......then even the efforts of KACC will all be useless. This is the time for kenya to stand up for total reforms not just partial reforms to conform with the interests of Raila & Kibaki cronies.<br /><br />Parliament will be better off if it learned from the expirience of local institutions which have succeeded and also from those which did not. At all events, MPs must bond into one collective organ, which will speak in one voice especially in matters of Nationa improtance such as this one. They should develop their own internal mechanisms for making decisions that can bind all in good faith. If they did it otherwise, there wont be scarcity of people out to throw spanners if not fireworks into their works. The job mandated to the Speaker of the National Assembly is of such significance to the future of this Country. Presumerbly, he have no other country he can call home. Thats why he will use his position and abilities to stand up for and build Kenya for himself, for his people and for all of us. He cannot afford to let it go to ruin.<br /><br /><strong>Read about the Author on the February issue of Parents Magazine 2010 and read his untold story. Also Join Two Hours Before on facebook and twitter. NOTE: Two Hours Before is the fastest growing poetry blog in the country with over 27,000 visits and several reputable Reviews across the world.<br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654<br /><br />DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? WRITE BACK TO US ON THE CONTACTS ABOVE AND WE ARE JUST A CLICK AWAY FROM ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS. TWO HOURS BEFORE........WE ARE ALWAYS AHEAD. DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME</strong>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-65107063839433982132010-11-15T07:40:00.000-08:002010-11-15T08:51:56.991-08:00Friends made in Heaven, MAUREEN WANJA, you are one in a million.<strong>MAUREEN WANJA - On this auspacious day, I wish you the very best in life. Through your very kind gestures the first day I met you, I learned the power of appreciation. I have never known how to tell you thank you for your encouragement, however I know that someday, I shall have the joy of knowing I put a smile on your face. Thanks once again for been such a friend. Always know that there is power in your smile. Happy birthday and may you live to see your Dreams & Aspirations come to live. Love you dearly.</strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVw_D3gWylZccmLzFIIFtGAb1trOsupsqP_tEpmQOcPdTYTJGq5-I58M2-fiprkm6eSi4VHpB03xMVq73WVWlQocLW8ShX2jKvP2B6Y_hvIFsgH62xDTVoQVYPR50UnLyzOm1aweBzAfKk/s1600/maureen.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVw_D3gWylZccmLzFIIFtGAb1trOsupsqP_tEpmQOcPdTYTJGq5-I58M2-fiprkm6eSi4VHpB03xMVq73WVWlQocLW8ShX2jKvP2B6Y_hvIFsgH62xDTVoQVYPR50UnLyzOm1aweBzAfKk/s400/maureen.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539809220272861170" /></a><br /><br />"COUNT THE BLESSINGS"<br /><br />Instead of counting candles,<br />Or tallying the years,<br />Contemplate your blessings now,<br />As your birthday is here with you.<br /><br /><br />Consider special people<br />Who love you, and who care,<br />And others who’ve enriched your life<br />Just by being there.<br /><br />In the memoiers of your heart<br />Remember this wonderful woman<br />Whom several years ago,<br />Sweat, cried, and wailed<br />Simply for you to be here today<br />Remember the many times your love has cried<br />To see you through the Journey of life<br /><br />Maureen,<br />Look back not!<br />Raise your head and walk the talk<br />For this day is here with you.<br /><br />Think about the memories<br />Passing years can never mar,<br />Experiences great and small<br />That have made you who you are.<br /><br />Tonight, lie in the comfort of assurance<br />That you shall meet the purpose of <br />your existence.<br />Don't let desperations weigh you down<br />On the down days, let your dreams pull you up. <br />On the up days, let those dreams <br />push you even faster ahead. <br /><br />This is your life, and <br />even the difficult stretches <br />are very much worth living. <br />In fact, it is during the challenging times<br />That you build new capacity for greater richness. <br /><br />Look around you. See and appreciate <br />what a magnificent world <br />you live in and what a tremendous <br />opportunity you have to make a difference.<br /><br />Another year is a happy gift,<br />So cut your cake, and say,<br />"Instead of counting birthdays,<br />I count blessings every day!"<br /><br /><em><strong>TO; MAUREEN,<br /> <br />YOU ARE TREASURED AND THIS IS A SPECIAL POEM FOR YOU. AM HAPPY TO HAVE KNOWN AND MEET YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ONCE AGAIN. <br /><br />FROM SIMON WITH LOVE.</strong></em><br /><br /><strong>AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA@2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.<br /><br /><strong>MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654<br /><br />DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? WRITE BACK TO US ON THE CONTACTS ABOVE AND WE ARE JUST A CLICK AWAY FROM ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS. TWO HOURS BEFORE........WE ARE ALWAYS AHEAD. DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME </strong></strong>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-26272062475827397872010-10-30T01:02:00.000-07:002010-11-01T11:19:22.325-07:00You can't buy Love but you can heavily pay for it they say; Tim Wideman is at it again with a love letter: " A LOVER'S WISH" Every mans' night<strong>WARNING/DISCLAIMER: <br />This is an original work of Art and has only been published by 2Hrs Before. All rights reserved. This poem is published at TWO HOURS BEFORE and all rights held by the AUTHOR. Reproduction; in whole or part is STRICTLY PROHIBITED. Two Hours Before is a Registered Trademark. This poem can only be reproduced with written consent from the Author or Two Hours Before.</strong><br /><br /><strong>"A LOVER'S WISH"</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nLYU9kfeKEOunfgZqHXGQd_fu7SDYkiDJw88wDxyWX0Lj3WTTdMvH4-6plXnEfAtlYmbifZ-Gv3lmkWbspX4GM0g25zGGlKHeTSU1hq9UPfyRFnB5qL8rfLwnjMNjkLhfce9fYkXSAhf/s1600/me+two.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nLYU9kfeKEOunfgZqHXGQd_fu7SDYkiDJw88wDxyWX0Lj3WTTdMvH4-6plXnEfAtlYmbifZ-Gv3lmkWbspX4GM0g25zGGlKHeTSU1hq9UPfyRFnB5qL8rfLwnjMNjkLhfce9fYkXSAhf/s400/me+two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534647385589927938" /></a><br /><br /><strong>A LOVER'S WISH</strong><br /><br />I want to be the night’s darkness<br />That hugs you closer than I ever will,<br />Caressing you in a velvety feathery touch,<br />The inky blackness that fills your every pore,<br />The soft nothingness that feels your every curve,<br />Your every breath, every flutter, and every sigh.<br /> <br />I envy the dreams that fill your night<br />And flood your mind with blissful thoughts<br />Flattering, daring, telling worries to take a walk<br />Floating within your mind without a care but your happiness <br />Rolling back the hands of time in happy memories, <br />Touching your future before your morrow comes. <br /><br />I wish to be the golden ray of a brand new sun<br />And bring a joyous sparkle to your big round eyes <br />The virgin touch on your ebony temple,<br />To brushe your lips with a morning kiss,<br />Kiss the dimples in your chubby cheeks,<br />And draw out your smile and the angel in you.<br /><br />Let me be the glare of a blazing noon<br />To melt your heart and will away,<br />And burn on your soul my blessed name,<br />I shall wilt your fears and cares away <br />And make a shadow for your blessed feet<br />While you walk watch your step, while you run, break your stamp.<br /><br />I want to be the red hot blood within your veins<br />So I’ll know your every crook and every nerve<br />Know what you tickles and what you ails,<br />When I touch the fountain of your sacred love,<br />And rush the breath and width of your being <br />To keep your heartbeat alive and make you tick.<br /> <br />I wish to be the evening’s breeze,<br />Fresh and cool to feel your skin tingle,<br />From my lazy touch on your rounded hips<br />And savour your scent when your skirts flutter<br />Running unseen fingers and ruffling your hair<br />Unseen, carefree, dancing, whistling our love song.<br /><br />I want to be the dawn that breaks your day<br />The shadow, at noon to ever kiss your blessed feet<br />If only I would be the sunset; paint you a beautiful ending<br />Or the night to hold your dreams, so you’d ever cherish me.<br />I wish to be this and I want to be that<br />But I am only me, my love, and you love me for who I am.<br /><br /><strong>AUTHOR: TIM WIDEMAN WAINANINA @2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.<br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654<br /><br />DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? WRITE BACK TO US ON THE CONTACTS ABOVE AND WE ARE JUST A CLICK AWAY FROM ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS. TWO HOURS BEFORE........WE ARE ALWAYS AHEAD. DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME </strong>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-4396897553046259922010-10-23T23:24:00.000-07:002010-10-24T00:08:15.462-07:00A FEW DAYS AGO, WE CELEBRATED "MASHUJAA DAY" IN KENYA. BIG NAMES WERE MENTIONED.........AND THE TRUE HEROES WERE FORGOTTEN........!<strong>A JACK OF ALL</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasne-kgyFigTGhkAENnwLThO6kiAAJ2wlFYW0fjXm0O-HrLxUimXnsDEQvCqDyqZwdIL3Va77w9tasgBET_vYjVVMFQFfOSXRb3M-zyIwXyuNarkuPUr-Q6FGdfiXwfAf2Onsbxg0Ojly/s1600/watchman.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasne-kgyFigTGhkAENnwLThO6kiAAJ2wlFYW0fjXm0O-HrLxUimXnsDEQvCqDyqZwdIL3Va77w9tasgBET_vYjVVMFQFfOSXRb3M-zyIwXyuNarkuPUr-Q6FGdfiXwfAf2Onsbxg0Ojly/s320/watchman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531501021541213970" /></a><br /><br />My name is Broom<br />I sweep your trash and your children’s filth,<br />Mop your vomit on the polished marble<br />And your wife’s piss on the waxed wood<br />Where you lay yester night, belching from bloat,<br />Pregnant with drink and foreign smoke. <br /><br />My name is Carwash,<br />Your limo is clean and the hood all waxed<br />The black jaguar is, the pink Ferrari is revving! <br />Julia daughter must speed off to school!<br />And Jimmy boy must rush that tender.<br />Mama, your Benz in a minute! One more snore!<br /><br />My name is Chauffer, <br />To this gossip meeting and that women’s workshop<br />She needs to learn how to tend her own husband<br />And that from a bachelorette and a serial divorcee<br />“Do as I say not as I do but if you must, do as I do!”<br />The women laugh, high fives, and money flies.<br /><br />My name is Cook,<br />Oh midday it is! How soon! Where’s my breakfast?<br />Wait, the cat is meowing, the bulldog needs bone <br />Madam is calling, gossip luncheon is due<br />The workers are cursing, their lunch is overdue!<br />Utensils need scrubbing and the lamb needs chopping.<br /><br />My name is Shambaboy<br />The lawn needs mowing and these weeds, oh my!<br />The kennel needs cleaning and the bitch must bathe <br />This sty is stinking but the cows need milking<br />Where is my breakfast? Oh it’s evening already!<br />The Boss is hooting but the sprinkler needs moving!<br /><br /><br />My name is Yaya<br />School is over; Julia’s boy needs picking<br />Feeding and changing, a child’s child, this one! <br />Homework then supper, lullaby or bed time fables?<br />Mama is screaming, Yaya, my back needs scratching!<br />And Julia is snapping “iron the nappies, will you?”<br /><br />My name is Watchman,<br />The night has began but my day never ended<br />Mind the gate! Its Friday again, VIP dinner!<br />Roast lamb or boiled pork, champagne or ginger tea? <br />A bite of air for me will do, as I yawn and hope<br />When the VIPs leave, for a half chewed bone. If I am lucky.<br /><br /><br /><strong>AUTHOR: TIM WIDEMAN WAINANINA @2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.<br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654<br /><br />DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? WRITE BACK TO US ON THE CONTACTS ABOVE AND WE ARE JUST A CLICK AWAY FROM ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS. TWO HOURS BEFORE........WE ARE ALWAYS AHEAD. DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME </strong>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-11080950807390432672010-10-05T13:14:00.001-07:002010-10-07T11:28:09.475-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEFu4LfXoitIDZhfZj_7fh9KyYq2eOBNtonxSalqFI9ruZHbBM2-RCdhBMV-urwebCOH9W6VEWIctZBTlsJztGgOFYofH6YkAU2fkSzscn8S_GCC2h0frmo3EI5ECSvo5X-Vtv-2VI8tT/s1600/henry.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEFu4LfXoitIDZhfZj_7fh9KyYq2eOBNtonxSalqFI9ruZHbBM2-RCdhBMV-urwebCOH9W6VEWIctZBTlsJztGgOFYofH6YkAU2fkSzscn8S_GCC2h0frmo3EI5ECSvo5X-Vtv-2VI8tT/s320/henry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525354499890314818" /></a><br /><strong>"A MOTHER'S CRY"</strong><br /><br />Why do you cry, and startle the women,<br />Why does your shrill cry split the silence so!<br />And drown the ululation of these mothers<br />Who have come to hold your mother’s hand<br />And usher you to your second life<br />While your father roams the city, searching<br />Searching for a drink and searching for women? <br /><br />Why are you so ungrateful, child,<br />Why do you bite my nipple and scratch my hands<br />These hands that hold and feed you<br />These hands that clothe and dress you<br />While your father roams the streets, working<br />Working the drink and working the women?<br /><br />Ah! Child, are your eyes too small or the light too blinding<br />Do you not see the glint of the circumciser’s knife<br />As he cuts you and gives you a name<br />The name of your father’s clan<br />While your father roams the fields, gathering<br />Gathering a drink and gathering women?<br /><br />Are your ears still too wet, too small perhaps,<br />Do you not hear the drums, hands clap and feet thumping<br />The soloist’s climax and the chorus of your kinsmen<br />Praising your mother and your father’s clan<br />While your father roams the country, dancing<br />Dancing with drink and drunken women?<br /><br />Why do you kick like a restless donkey,<br />And clench your fist tightly like one holding a stone <br />Are your fists not too small to clasp, your muscle too supple to throw?<br />Will you also hit me and kick me<br />While your father roams the earth, hitting,<br />Hitting on drink and hitting on women?<br /><br />Why do you cry and shame me, child,<br /> Will you not grow tall, and strong<br />And hold my back when my spine is gone<br />When these limbs grow old and shaky<br />Will you not guide me to my death bed<br />While your father roams the earth, dying<br />Dying with drink and dying of women?<br /><br /><strong>Author: Tim Wideman Wainaina</strong><br /><br /><strong>MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654<br /><br />DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? WRITE BACK TO US ON THE CONTACTS ABOVE AND WE ARE JUST A CLICK AWAY FROM ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS. TWO HOURS BEFORE........WE ARE ALWAYS AHEAD. DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME </strong>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-80640396408918385512010-10-01T23:01:00.000-07:002010-10-02T00:27:03.959-07:00They are our own Sisters, Brothers, Sons & Daughters.....Only that fate has pushed them to the darkest corners of this life. STREET CHILDRENIts a hardly discussed topic- Plight of Street Families, across the world. In Nairobi, there are over 50,000 street children living in deprolable conditions. A staggering 300,000 more living around the country. With such fugures, the number of children addicted to glue has the potential to be astronomically high.<br /><br />It is easy to forget children; they won’t raise a militia, they won’t vote you out of office, they won’t affect general productivity if they die their small deaths in their filthy slums. This is what happens when families cannot cope and governments cannot or will not react; society accepts that children and their potential are allowed to wither away, drugged, abused, uneducated, unloved and forgotten. <br /><br />In the following poem "The Street Laughter" <a href="http://www.widemanworld.blogspot.com">Timothy Wideman Wainaina</a> captures the imagination and plight of a street child who is not only lamenting but in a personal crisis trying to find his/her place in the society. Though I have never meet Tim Wideman, his poetry style captured my attention as you will find in the poem. Due to the humor and metaphor soo evident in the poem, I have changed its title from <a href="http://widemanworld.blogspot.com/p/widemanpoetry.html">"Who Am I?" </a>to " Street Laughter" with the authors permission.<br /><br />Commentary by: <a href="http://parentsafrica.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=788:simon-muthiora-human-rights-crusader-diplomat-in-the-making&catid=16:it-happened-to-me&Itemid=255">MWANGI S. MUTHIORA.</a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduXTHBKE8zCsCo_pWMgObx8QhZZTWEWVrFddZltBtRjXD7h97dNw6eKzq9yidVciOxWewxC3ygMJzreSRR-E9BCoqKQM9ikOALYHxoDmDarSQ1S9JFPTel0r2LIZUiwavlEmO8gTZJtan/s1600/who+am++i.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduXTHBKE8zCsCo_pWMgObx8QhZZTWEWVrFddZltBtRjXD7h97dNw6eKzq9yidVciOxWewxC3ygMJzreSRR-E9BCoqKQM9ikOALYHxoDmDarSQ1S9JFPTel0r2LIZUiwavlEmO8gTZJtan/s320/who+am++i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523325515787190770" /></a><br /><br /><strong>THE STREET LAUGHTER</strong><br />Am I the child of man,<br />That my uncircumcised shoulders<br />Should bear the burden of a man<br />My tender heart crucified <br />By endless quests for love?<br /><br /><br />Am I the child of woman,<br />That though still a virgin<br />My body has become a hive<br />Where drones hum and fuss<br />And only steal my honey?<br /><br />Am I the child of beast,<br />That rogue dogs claw at me<br />And bark in hateful affection<br />While we grope for a stale piece<br />Discarded by a bloated glutton? <br /><br />Am I the child of jungle<br />That the sun prides in roasting my back,<br />And morning frost in chewing my limbs,<br />As the rains pounds my bare head<br />And launders these tatters that gird my loins?<br /><br />Am I the child of all<br />That you spit and curse and hit me<br />When I beg for a coin for a plate<br />Or a penny for a bottle at the cobbler’s<br />And kill me with the look of an eye?<br /><br />Am I the child of none<br />That none should love me,<br />And ever wonder who bore this shame<br />This being with neither home nor kin<br />Whom am I?<br /><br /><strong>(This is the lamentation –in monologue- of an unwanted child trying to find a place in a society in which he/she finds himself/herself out of place, uncared for, harassed and abused). All rights reserved to Author: Tomothy Wideman Wainaina.<br />You can reach him on: widemann5@gmail.com or his blog at <a href="http://widemanworld.blogspot.com">Wideman World</a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht03m3QsxJzhAv7avRpExV04f-CCk6nRDXFhH1-vEefYi9Hy15712dGbiOE5LMdP1-Hns41qZPF6p_iyLLCdDPFdaXXHONW3m4WjTFB81Tb0hdShnftMz-_aq4GMNLOn9B4tD660cw4WrH/s1600/tim2.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht03m3QsxJzhAv7avRpExV04f-CCk6nRDXFhH1-vEefYi9Hy15712dGbiOE5LMdP1-Hns41qZPF6p_iyLLCdDPFdaXXHONW3m4WjTFB81Tb0hdShnftMz-_aq4GMNLOn9B4tD660cw4WrH/s400/tim2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523343158848372834" /></a>Copyright Timothy Kiarii Wainaina 2010.(Wideman)</strong><br /><br />This is just another example of what crushing poverty will do to the priorities of a family, a government and a society. While Kenya is not the poorest African countries, there are too many in these countries who live in garbage dumps, slums with open sewers running outside their doors, huddle in doorways or out on the muddy sidewalks. In light of this, abandoning children to their fate on the streets of the city may seem like a necessary option for families stretched too thin; but how can this option be tolerated by the society at large? How is an 11-year old girl prostituting herself for the glue, it will take to forget, her hunger and cold not considered a priority for any government?<br />Commentary by: <a href="http://parentsafrica.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=788:simon-muthiora-human-rights-crusader-diplomat-in-the-making&catid=16:it-happened-to-me&Itemid=255">MWANGI S. MUTHIORA.</a><br /><br /><strong><a href="http://parentsafrica.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=788:simon-muthiora-human-rights-crusader-diplomat-in-the-making&catid=16:it-happened-to-me&Itemid=255">MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before</a><br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654<br /><br />DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? WRITE BACK TO US ON THE CONTACTS ABOVE AND WE ARE JUST A CLICK AWAY FROM ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS. TWO HOURS BEFORE........WE ARE ALWAYS AHEAD. DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME</strong>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-54366560292634064362010-09-11T03:42:00.000-07:002010-09-11T03:49:08.219-07:00"FOR A MOTHER'S LOVE"<span style="font-weight:bold;">FOR A MOTHERS LOVE<br /><br />Mom<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3ZKxKLGMefaXR_CHEH0HSSyNtPe6uNRcS1I6rzXj3DEsckG07eCgla-qkWP6tW4mliT6qcyvLWmmHhYU7ac7NWA91lKhucfTEDMC_oZNzSaB-F9SEZ7RFFy_lZz6k2Y-etTt3PVFaEd8/s1600/cry.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3ZKxKLGMefaXR_CHEH0HSSyNtPe6uNRcS1I6rzXj3DEsckG07eCgla-qkWP6tW4mliT6qcyvLWmmHhYU7ac7NWA91lKhucfTEDMC_oZNzSaB-F9SEZ7RFFy_lZz6k2Y-etTt3PVFaEd8/s320/cry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515605138620625346" /></a><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br />Sometimes I lost the sunshine<br />That used to be my shepherd<br />In this world of calamities<br />That robbed my maternal love<br />I keep wondering why:<br />You left me; in this chaotic world<br />A burden to the society<br />That cant give the ultimate rest<br /><br /><br />Mom, who is worth your smile<br />In those golden days<br />Of cheap expensive advices<br />That washed bleakness of<br />My life like Jesus washes sins<br /><br /><br />But, I met a glimmer of hope<br />An angel, whose rays;<br />Washed my unhappiness<br />And brought a wave of passion<br />That reverberates my peace<br />Of tones of happiness</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">AUTHOR <br />(C) 2003 Joseph Kariuki</span> <br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654<br /><br />DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? WRITE BACK TO US ON THE CONTACTS ABOVE AND WE ARE JUST A CLICK AWAY FROM ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS. TWO HOURS BEFORE........WE ARE ALWAYS AHEAD. DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME<br />For more details contact Paa Ya Paa on 0733270109 or me on 0725385654TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-82309767917610305162010-08-26T10:00:00.000-07:002010-08-26T10:25:15.746-07:00ALL THIS IS NOW FORGOTTEN.......KENYA can now sing a new Song......! A song of liberty and Hope.Last year (on 27th November 2009) as i was celebrating my birthday..... i just thought about the millions around the world who were not as happy i as i was. Right here in Kenya...thousands of my kinsmen were in dilapidated tents even as heavy rains continued to ponder most parts of the country. This lone imagination made me think about the Untold Stories of children suffering in Iraq, Southern Sudan deaths, rape in Congo, IDPs in Kenya, Aborigines in South Africa, the thousands homeless Americans, the abused women in Saudi Arabia, the suffering Monks in Tibet, the AIDS victims in Siera-Leon, victims of Kony in Uganda the minority in Russia, and the millions of vulnerable people across the world.....! All suffering and facing death in their darkest and forgotten worlds. This provoked me to write the following poem that i must admit is shallow but talks a million words about this near hell stories.<br /><br />As Kenya celebrates it second liberation, TWO HOURS BEFORE joins the party but nevertheless reminds the world of the other untold clandestines that threatens human existence. Kenya can atleast now sign a new song and a Liberty Song to be specific....however "THE LONG JOURNEY TO PROSPERITY AND POSTERITY HAS JUST BEGUN" <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">THE UNTOLD STORY, is a story you will love to read. It has no plot though, neither does it has characters, Its characters have no characteristics....!<br /><br />THIS IS THE STORY<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihvxrCZwbcE15ispl_kIqeZ6t2Q0BrnUWznG0M27fc1N48goK85UDnx3X9Ku7vL_MUI_Sms8mlWGKUAWp7uW1Xqbz6qqH2eWJO5pbnQO02E3_KJO-xJ54voIBgVNagwFg-64U4EDvmcxW/s1600/bb.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihvxrCZwbcE15ispl_kIqeZ6t2Q0BrnUWznG0M27fc1N48goK85UDnx3X9Ku7vL_MUI_Sms8mlWGKUAWp7uW1Xqbz6qqH2eWJO5pbnQO02E3_KJO-xJ54voIBgVNagwFg-64U4EDvmcxW/s400/bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509770706358502050" /></a><br />The untold story<br />The story of the past<br />The story of today<br />The story of tomorrow<br />The story about a story- untold<br /><br />This story has no plot<br />Neither does it has characters<br />Its characters have no characteristics<br />Their characters already dead<br />It’s a utopic story.<br /><br />It’s a story about everything<br />The story tells us nothing<br />No one likes telling the story<br />But everybody listens to it.<br /><br />It’s not written anywhere<br />It has no narrator<br />Nobody knows its origin<br />The only story that makes one laugh<br />And cry at the same time<br /><br />Its prologue is unending<br />Just like its epilogue<br />It’s a story about many stories<br />Stories about other stories<br /><br />It talks about birth<br />It talks about death too<br />It’s the story about the righteous<br />It’s a story about the wicked<br /><br />The only story about the<br />Past, today and tomorrow<br />It’s the story that compares men to beasts<br /><br />This is the story about the unknown<br />It talks about America, China, and North Korea<br />The story is strange<br />It even mentions Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran and Israel<br />It idolizes Wall Street<br /><br /><br /><br />However, the story is shy<br />It is the only story that misses the word <br />Dafur, Somalia, Tibet or even Moscow<br />The story does not talk about Zimbambwe<br />Nor does it mention DRC<br /><br />It’s about rape- fathers raping their daughters<br />Mothers fornicating with their sons<br />It’s a strange story<br />Where characters abuse human dignity<br />It’s the story that compares the incomparable<br /><br />The story is set in unknown country<br />A wonder country<br />Where true stories are told in whispers<br />They are not written<br />Nor sang or narrated- only in whispers<br />It’s a story of sorrow<br />A story of bewilderment<br />Set in illusion<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br /><br />(I wrote this poem on my birthday last year 27th Nov 2009)<br />DEDICATED TO THE SUFFERING AROUND THE WORLD<br /><br /><br />Read about the Author on the February issue of Parents Magazine 2010 and read his untold story. Also Join Two Hours Before on facebook and twitter. NOTE: Two Hours Before is the fastest growing poetry blog in the country with over 27,000 visits and several reputable Reviews across the world.<br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654<br /><br />DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? WRITE BACK TO US ON THE CONTACTS ABOVE AND WE ARE JUST A CLICK AWAY FROM ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS. TWO HOURS BEFORE........WE ARE ALWAYS AHEAD. DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME<br />For more details contact Paa Ya Paa on 0733270109 or me on 0725385654 </span>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-83535950021883941702010-08-17T08:25:00.000-07:002010-08-17T08:50:08.233-07:00"THE MAN ON THE BOAT" is an intrusive poem written by an upcoming poet and writer George G. Karanja<span style="font-weight:bold;">The author of the following poem is a little known writer called George G. Karanja. Though he is not published, Karanja has written tenths of poems and he is currently writing a novel based on the Dafur conflict. All rights are reserved to the Author and this poem has been published here with his acknowledgment.<br /><br />Reproduction in any form of media without prior written permission from the author is strictly prohibited. Karanja can be contacted on: ggkaranja56@gmail.com or fafdays@gmail.com</span><br /><br />THE MAN ON THE BOAT<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5W2vpDPtxxjIdlGCV_PSGJNCRk8Hnyk3S3wdNNHQ-3BSikAF0gNkTYlaE8FQg5JtGZQcuPXuP3hbsvErQr9vLUi6YY_cDAdXZJI0oECwLMyrPfmjBf5eLcwSaNIgDOm6lJUFVFITRSTDv/s1600/haunted+house+reflected+in+water.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5W2vpDPtxxjIdlGCV_PSGJNCRk8Hnyk3S3wdNNHQ-3BSikAF0gNkTYlaE8FQg5JtGZQcuPXuP3hbsvErQr9vLUi6YY_cDAdXZJI0oECwLMyrPfmjBf5eLcwSaNIgDOm6lJUFVFITRSTDv/s320/haunted+house+reflected+in+water.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506404056548257186" /></a><br />He gazes at the silvery sea,<br />And struggles to bide a wee;<br />To look back into the dark caves<br />From whence he began riding the waves.<br /><br />He rows the creaking fisherman boat,<br />The wind assailing his old coat.<br />Into the water he tosses the hook and the thread,<br />Hoping to catch a trout and break the trend<br /><br />He pores over the horizon,<br />Searching soulful for the sign of dawn,<br />But grey clouds abounds, discolouring the morning light,<br />Pushing the sun back into the nooks of the night<br /><br />He looks over there,<br />Beyond the mangroves of despair,<br />Where the graves of his dreams forms seven rows<br />Their spirit pushing up the daisies of woes.<br /><br />He reminisces times past,<br />When he rode the world in howling gust<br />Sweeping off the strongest of trees<br />That sought to hinder his ways.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br /><br />AUTHOR: GEORGE GAKURU KARANJA<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYk5TwtgZ0oNyikvQgiV_vU3Ep3-8i_IpGBbLKFM9x90VxBI1UR8nmV5TzJG3opdmTR8eA8r2FkGRXscQ62KmH7ABp3HUDiwH7docnnyzVj_TgVD2Fc-pBMdcgLJ-1JBgk9XQBTjXaEZle/s1600/G.G.+Karanja..jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYk5TwtgZ0oNyikvQgiV_vU3Ep3-8i_IpGBbLKFM9x90VxBI1UR8nmV5TzJG3opdmTR8eA8r2FkGRXscQ62KmH7ABp3HUDiwH7docnnyzVj_TgVD2Fc-pBMdcgLJ-1JBgk9XQBTjXaEZle/s200/G.G.+Karanja..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506403869203607778" /></a>MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />Managing Director<br />TWO HOURS BEFORE<br />P. O. BOX 147-00216<br />GITHUNGURI, KENYA<br /><br />Tel: +254 725 385 654 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting +254 725 385 654 end_of_the_skype_highlighting<br />Email:fafdays@gmail.com,<br />fafdays@yahoo.com<br />fafdays@hotmail.com<br />fafdays@ovi.com<br />Blogsite: http://www.twohoursbefore.blogspot.com<br />Facebook: Two Hours Before<br />Simon Mwangi MuthioraTWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-64044799604910073272010-08-11T07:37:00.000-07:002010-08-11T07:59:56.217-07:00IT'S THE MOST FEARED MONTH....."AUGUST"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0S_JkJfC8iAFFQf1ohJw9VBY2D_NYfDHykte102s4WVtPWnLaYrce6g7ip_xI7aMx6H9Khq0OBf_wvFvBYRHoqk7FM54mhmAaBsEqsgf8657QeoI2YXqK44GLz9PyInY2kIdvkcz-xdFd/s1600/002_house-2-_-0ev_-2ev_-4e.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0S_JkJfC8iAFFQf1ohJw9VBY2D_NYfDHykte102s4WVtPWnLaYrce6g7ip_xI7aMx6H9Khq0OBf_wvFvBYRHoqk7FM54mhmAaBsEqsgf8657QeoI2YXqK44GLz9PyInY2kIdvkcz-xdFd/s400/002_house-2-_-0ev_-2ev_-4e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504167037197296514" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">MONTH OF AUGUST<br /><br />Back with a bang!<br />May be it the power of superstition?<br />Or you are merely a jinxed month?<br />Now you are back<br />To test the strength of our spines<br /><br />The <span style="font-style:italic;">Nairobi bomb blast</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Whispers</span> death<br />The <span style="font-style:italic;">coup de’t</span><br />Just a spoonful<br /><br />August!<br />Who branded you an omen?<br />Why are you this selfish?<br />Why do we cry whenever you are here?<br />Why?<br />A month of ill will<br />A season of fear and weeping<br /><br />Whenever you approach<br />Women of the land weep<br />They cry their hearts out<br />Their wombs arches with fear<br /><br />August, are you selfish?<br />Or it’s our imagination<br />Have we become eccentric about death?<br />Or we are just parochial<br />Each time you close in, <br />We are engulfed in a premonition<br />That we are hitting end of the road<br /><br />Fear is deeply etched in our hearts<br />Even as we engage in spiritual warfare<br />Trying to arrest your jinx<br />Less we mourn and mourn again<br />August, save us the wails<br />As we await the next moon.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span><br /><br />AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br /><br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. REPRODUCTION IN PART OR WHOLE WITHOUT PRIOR CONSENT FROM THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED<br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />Managing Director<br />TWO HOURS BEFORE<br />P. O. BOX 147-00216<br />GITHUNGURI, KENYA<br /><br />Tel: +254 725 385 654<br />Email:fafdays@gmail.com,<br />fafdays@yahoo.com<br />fafdays@hotmail.com<br />fafdays@ovi.com<br />Blogsite: http://www.twohoursbefore.blogspot.com<br />Facebook: Two Hours Before<br />Simon Mwangi MuthioraTWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-30190272962893170292010-07-31T06:50:00.000-07:002010-07-31T07:42:46.516-07:00Join me tomorrow for "Lottie Da, Poet I Am" by Lottie Porch at Paa ya Paa, 1st August<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHdE6FE6Ynv7Pz_bCTHERv59NFryD5r6-5pGTkUNM1gvzXeAYhsLdqIVZuJ5pz2TTRVl1P6H41Pus1Idkv7f4O_F_drRDfOO7zGlmjrVNDNFDNah4vYKCW26YehoOly0lpo5jG6weybgl/s1600/Lottie_CD_Cover_v14-300x299.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHdE6FE6Ynv7Pz_bCTHERv59NFryD5r6-5pGTkUNM1gvzXeAYhsLdqIVZuJ5pz2TTRVl1P6H41Pus1Idkv7f4O_F_drRDfOO7zGlmjrVNDNFDNah4vYKCW26YehoOly0lpo5jG6weybgl/s320/Lottie_CD_Cover_v14-300x299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500068686404308370" /></a>This is to invite my fans and poetry lovers and especially members of TWO HOURS BEFORE to a "Spoken Word Poetry Event" tomorrow at Paa Ya Paa Art Gallery, Nairobi starting 2:30pm to 6pm. Paa ya Paa on Ridgeways Road, Off Kiambu road next to Ridgeways Boys Academy.<br /><br /><br />Two Hours Before shall be performing the poems...... <a href="http://twohoursbefore.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-i-am-gone-is-about-exit-that-is.html">'When I Am Gone'</a>, <a href="http://twohoursbefore.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-lived-to-see-this-daythe-foetus-has.html">'Return Of The Foetus'</a> and my other captivating poem <a href="http://twohoursbefore.blogspot.com/2009/10/fgm-has-probably-been-performed-for-at.html">'A Woman's Meat'</a> Other poems include the sensational <a href="http://twohoursbefore.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-to-my-father-are-your-children.html">'Letter To My Father'</a>, The Midnight Visitor', 'Appear Tonight', 'The Wrong Turn' and the horror poem....'The House Of Pain'<br /><br />Guest artist-poet, is America's renounced poet and educator Lottie E. Porch who is currently an adjunct professor at New York University. For over thirty years Ms. Porch has shared her talents in the realms of performing arts, written word, and cultural education. Whether she is acting on stage, publishing written works, teaching students in an African village, or singing a late night set at a jazz club – Lottie Porch brings her creativity to all aspects of her life and work.<br /><br />The event will enable Kenyan poetry lovers to sample some Spoken Word from this amazingly multi-talented lady. It will also be an opportunity for Lottie to hear what Kenya has to offer in Poetry and Spoken Word.<br /><br />Also present at the event is Kenya's sensational Poet, <a href="http://kenyanpoet.blogspot.com">Njeri Wangari</a>, who is the Author of the book 'Mines & Minds Fields'. Njeri, my fellow blogger and poet is an IT expert and one of the newest 'spoken word' artist in the country. She runs the Art blog called <a href="http://kenyanpoet.blogspot.com">Kenyan Poet</a><br /><br />Entertainment shall be lead by Grand Master Masese. Other performing poets includes Rhoda Jura, Mwangi S. Muthiora, Wario Helena, Bernard Muhia, Valentine Kamau and Denis Ikwa.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ENTRY IS FREE..... INVITE YOUR FRIENDS</span><br /><br />You can follow this link <a href="https://acrobat.com/?i=W3OcYoaS*XPxakHktN3yBg"></a> to see the map/ direction to Paa Ya Paa Art G Off Kiambu road Ridgeways.<br /><br />Read about the Author on the February issue of Parents Magazine 2010 and read his untold story. Also Join Two Hours Before on facebook and twitter. NOTE: Two Hours Before is the fastest growing poetry blog in the country with over 27,000 visits and several reputable Reviews across the world.<br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654<br /><br />DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? WRITE BACK TO US ON THE CONTACTS ABOVE AND WE ARE JUST A CLICK AWAY FROM ENTERTAINING YOUR GUESTS. TWO HOURS BEFORE........WE ARE ALWAYS AHEAD. DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME<br />For more details contact Paa Ya Paa on 0733270109 or me on 0725385654TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-40461743435880172562010-07-25T05:26:00.000-07:002010-07-25T06:44:57.685-07:00Mines & Mind Fields- My Spoken Words, By one of Kenya's top poet Njeri Wangari<span style="font-weight:bold;">Mines & Mind Fields- My Spoken Words,<br />Author: NJERI WANGARI</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHtmZSzqY07M5p7_5Xo0f394cezBE3a1OXlJQfCmqak_zO4cOOr3cdjv4rxx1tDDddUqlJk2vhh0D4xjnOwnhfxKhZD4X6jRBZmgDzicgMxB8caVQ_m0Yqdw4NJ6n-Yvn3bH3sfj5xpefs/s1600/Book+Cover+Edited.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHtmZSzqY07M5p7_5Xo0f394cezBE3a1OXlJQfCmqak_zO4cOOr3cdjv4rxx1tDDddUqlJk2vhh0D4xjnOwnhfxKhZD4X6jRBZmgDzicgMxB8caVQ_m0Yqdw4NJ6n-Yvn3bH3sfj5xpefs/s320/Book+Cover+Edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497834638304073842" /></a> On 16th June 2010, I received an extraordinary text message from one of Kenya's newest poetry sensation,<a href="http://www.kenyanpoet.blogpot.com">Njeri Wangari</a>, She was inviting me to the launch of her first poetry collection book, <a href="http://kenyanpoet.blogspot.com/p/mines-mind-fields.html">Mines & Mind Fields- My Spoken Words</a>, published in Canada by Nsemia Inc. International Publishers. Though Kenyanpoet, as she is popularly known, had inspired me to start my own blog, I did not expect the author to mention me in her book especially alongside the reputable Daily Nation- Kenya's Leading Newspaper. I had learned about her blog from the DN several years ago and despite the fact that we have never meet in person, we developed a strong bond online. It was a very big surprise when I learned that my blog <a href="http://www.twohoursbefore.blogpot.com">Two Hours Before</a> and I were appearing on the jacket of this pulsating publication. <br /><br />Going back to Mines & Mind Fields, I can only term this book as a gem in my home library. Njeri Wangari has captured both the mind and the soul of any poetry enthusiast who is by any standards looking for realism. Her work consists of a wide range of sounds and styles; free verse, traditional verse, narrative, lyric, dramatic and even experimental. In <span style="font-style:italic;">'Maisha Ya Hawker- Life Of A Hawker'</span>, she has exhibited a very powerful voice in both style and content. In this piece of work, she focuses on the reflective power of word to inform the public and create awareness about significant issues, like police brutality, unemployment, class struggle etc, through frequently meaningful observations and vastly different poetic style.<br /><br />One of the traits that makes Njeri Wangari(N.W) collection unique, is her range of themes and her use of very simple and coherent style, unlike the typical poetry of <span style="font-style:italic;">'yester'</span> years. Whileas all art is meant to be appreciated, the real beauty of this poetry collection is its inspiration. In some ways, all of us can relate to the topics and themes expressed in these poems which address important and often timely issues that we might otherwise ignore or suppress. In 'Fire She Said' the author captures news breaking in a very simple way. This poem conveys its own message, and provides a vehicle of expression for diverse attitudes and fresh insights.<br /><br />This book appeals to a broad spectrum of poetry lovers, and forms a strong and intimate bond with any adventurous reader. From the poem <span style="font-style:italic;">'10th Daughter Of Mumbi'</span> to <span style="font-style:italic;">Digital Hearts</span>....Mines & Mind Fields, is just but a good read.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mines & Mind Fields- My Spoken Words by Njeri Wangari is available in all leading bookshop in the country.<br /><br />Njeri is a multi talented Kenyan poet and performer, IT specialist and Art Blogger at <a href="http://www.kenyanpoet.blogpot.com">Kenyapoet.</a><br />The 114 paged book contains over 40 poems that explore themes on Urban Blues, Love, Identity, Traditions, Cultural changes, Exploitation and Politics among others. Njeri’s poems are mainly in English with a few in Kiswahili, Sheng and in Gĩkũyũ, making it an appealing mix to wide audiences. <br /><br />For more info contact:-<br /><br />Nsemia Inc. Publishers Ltd.<br />1011 Upper Middle Road East, Suite 1124<br />Oakville, Ontario, Canada L6H 5L2; Tel: 1-888-587-1150<br />Email: info @ nsemia.com.<br />www.nsemia.com</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />NOTE:<br />You can now 'follow' Two Hours Before on facebook by clicking on this <a href="http://apps.facebook.com/blognetworks/blog/two_hours_before/">link.</a> <br /><br />Tel: +254 725 385 654<br />Email:fafdays@gmail.com,<br />fafdays@yahoo.com<br />fafdays@hotmail.com<br />fafdays@ovi.com<br />Blogsite: http://www.twohoursbefore.blogspot.com<br />Facebook: Two Hours Before<br />Simon Mwangi Muthiora<br /></span>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-3849760629196495362010-07-20T07:33:00.000-07:002010-07-20T09:08:18.253-07:00"WHEN I AM GONE" is about an exit that is both celebrated and cursed! It is a poem about a troubled 'man' who is reflecting on his Death.<span style="font-weight:bold;">The following poem came into my mind after loosing a friend whom I never thought would die so soon and become forgotten. It has made me think about my own exit and how the world would behave and react to my own death. Whileas many of my fans have failed to understand why I have written about death severally, it is prudent to state that, it is possibly my greatest inspiration. I have always wanted to live each day preciously such that, in my death, my age shall tell a million stories and I shall exit smiling for the 'great achievement'. <br />However, this is a work of fiction and events, descriptions and plot are not necessarily true. In the meantime, TWO HOURS BEFORE has the pleasure to thank you for your continued support and various nominations to Poetry Events around the world. Asente sana!<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbzxY2dfV5q0x7lPGv2ta16dtDevJ7ggsHI4xIFysD-mqfGatEJa6XoKTILf9JWRIvzXLU__0iKaX2VbHrSCCL55NwkiBeDZGwEVd_QyA1qrhg7EhwSUg01Zd9WV3cxJ4jX_vuSPyy7TL/s1600/when+i+am+gone.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbzxY2dfV5q0x7lPGv2ta16dtDevJ7ggsHI4xIFysD-mqfGatEJa6XoKTILf9JWRIvzXLU__0iKaX2VbHrSCCL55NwkiBeDZGwEVd_QyA1qrhg7EhwSUg01Zd9WV3cxJ4jX_vuSPyy7TL/s320/when+i+am+gone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495999046715631266" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">WHEN I AM GONE</span><br /><br />My little world shall cry and mourn<br />It shall probably miss my smile<br />My alarming sense of humour<br />It shall not believe that I’m gone<br />‘How did it happen?’<br />‘The man is gone?’<br /><br />When I’m gone<br />I shall leave a dent<br />In the hearts of my friends<br />And adversaries as well<br />They shall cry and weep<br />Their tears I shall not wipe<br />Neither shall I end their fears<br /><br />When I am gone,<br />They shall also speak<br />Others shall whisper<br />Many shall shout <br />‘He is gone,<br />It took him away’<br />Many shall chirp<br /><br />When I am gone,<br />They shall ridicule her<br />She shall cry and cry<br />The beasts shall be mused though,<br />and throw a party!<br />The breasts they shall want to see<br />And who knows what else.<br />They shall try to console her <br />And make her forget me as fast<br /><br />When I am gone,<br />I shall carry my love with me<br />I shall take my presence<br />And leave my absence<br />They shall lay me on cold cement<br />Stuff wool in my mouth, nose, and ears<br />And God knows where else <br /><br />She shall probably burn my clothes<br />To erase the memories and<br />Keep my dairies, to remind her of the ‘man’<br />She shall weep and then stop weep<br />She shall cry and then stop cry<br />She shall mourn and then stop mourn<br />Because the ‘small man’ shall always<br />Remind her of the 'big man'<br /><br />When I am gone,<br />They shall all come to say bye<br />Their eyes shall see differently<br />One eye shall only see good<br />The other shall see bad<br />One eye shall see happiness<br />The other shall see sadness<br />One eye shall see righteousness<br />The other shall see evil<br />But the ‘man’ <br />Shall remain......<br />Gone!<br /><br />When I am gone<br />There shall be all sorts of theories<br />It is the <span style="font-style:italic;">Steam, Tusker, or Richot Brandy!</span><br />Some shall whisper!<br />No! It’s the ‘big disease’,<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Kweli…..!</span> He brew all the <span style="font-style:italic;">Vuvuzelas</span> around<br />And kicked all the <span style="font-style:italic;">Jabulani’s </span><br />In the neighborhood<br />No! he hanged himself!<br />No, they shot him!<br />No, it ran over him in town<br />But the man shall remain gone.<br /><br />That night, after I am gone<br />My shell shall lay trapped<br />In the middle of my <span style="font-style:italic;">shamba</span><br />My pillow shall be lonely<br />My <span style="font-style:italic;">pajamas </span>lifeless<br />For the man shall be gone <br /><br />And my epitaph shall read;<br />'I told you I was Sick,<br />and gone I am'-The Man<br />When I am finally gone!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKiud0zcZRcZwvKCWkFBIVrPH9uuyMZh-JWGbPy9TWRYGmNsu10BfSacQNLTdZ3TjT74vDtJGwahW6V2fUnaNZVmpJ4fbSJNJnbJ1u9WxEcFho1er4m4yyqc6Cmi8KR8GgV7iue7Y9hWe7/s1600/FAM.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKiud0zcZRcZwvKCWkFBIVrPH9uuyMZh-JWGbPy9TWRYGmNsu10BfSacQNLTdZ3TjT74vDtJGwahW6V2fUnaNZVmpJ4fbSJNJnbJ1u9WxEcFho1er4m4yyqc6Cmi8KR8GgV7iue7Y9hWe7/s200/FAM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496005259279819618" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. REPRODUCTION IN PART OR WHOLE WITHOUT PRIOR CONSENT FROM THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED<br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />Managing Director<br />TWO HOURS BEFORE<br />P. O. BOX 147-00216<br />GITHUNGURI, KENYA<br /><br />Tel: +254 725 385 654<br />Email:fafdays@gmail.com,<br />fafdays@yahoo.com<br />fafdays@hotmail.com<br />fafdays@ovi.com<br />Blogsite: http://www.twohoursbefore.blogspot.com<br />Facebook: Two Hours Before<br />Simon Mwangi Muthiora</span>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-7360315847832706602010-06-20T04:10:00.001-07:002010-06-20T04:58:38.569-07:00LETTER TO MY FATHER; Are your children born of a man or a father or may be a beast? This is a special one for all victims of Domestic Violence.Happy Father's day<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Many of you have requested me to re-post this poem that I wrote and posted on my blog <a href="http://twohoursbefore.blogspot.com">TWO HOURS BEFORE</a>several months ago. Today been Fathers' Day, I have found it worthwhile to post it to all group members and possibly help us make the opinion on what kind of fathers we want to be or we are.<br /><br />In the meantime, my fellow Blogger and Poet; <a href="http://www.kenyanpoet.blogspot.com">Njeri Wangari</a> has finally released her poetry collection book published by <a href="http://www.nsemia.com">Nsemia Inc in Canada</a>.<br /><br />I am greatly indebted to Njeri Wangari whom despite having never met her, quoted me and my blog at the back cover(Jacket) of her book. Its such a great honour and privilege to me and all my fans on 2hrs B4 for getting such a rare mention in a book that I strongly believe shall be read world allover. <br /><br />The book called <a href="http://www.kenyanpoet.blospot.com">Mines & Minds Fields</a> shall be launched next Saturday at SilverBird Media Store in Nakumatte Westgate, Peponi Road @ 2.30pm. The book costs Kshs 750 and is available in all leading bookshops. Get your copy. I invite all my fans to grace this occasion and celebrate this tremendous achievement by Njeri Wangari.<br /></span><br />The poem bellow is my real life experience. Whilst I rose above this challenges, there are thousands if not millions suffering out there because of domestic conflicts. This poem is a challenge to all of us on what kind of fathers and mothers we want to be to our innocent children. It can take a minute to become a father, but it can take you time to be the right father. Its up to you to know what your children are born of; a Father or a Man. Enjoy your read.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">LETTER TO MY FATHER</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQ9qrDhPzMmdnrHLaabH6Lat8vWiurRdC_l6NysJI7sZUWfoNrpn34EsBezJCvxeZwphs8yW8I-beppcA76SX6lzvoedmUMCBvHAZVTvXliZ0E58owJLD8MY0m8po21_xgAfx1oVeulFf/s1600/Battered-Woman_L.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQ9qrDhPzMmdnrHLaabH6Lat8vWiurRdC_l6NysJI7sZUWfoNrpn34EsBezJCvxeZwphs8yW8I-beppcA76SX6lzvoedmUMCBvHAZVTvXliZ0E58owJLD8MY0m8po21_xgAfx1oVeulFf/s400/Battered-Woman_L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484821791909940690" /></a><br />Dear dad,<br />I don’t know what you will<br />Say about this,<br />But, I have to let you know<br /><br />One: I am not dubious<br />You sired me- certainly<br />You did.<br />Mom can’t lie, nor cheat!<br />However this fact has been put to<br />A test,<br />Moreover, am not alone, we are many of us<br />From your own blood<br /><br />It hurts to write this down,<br />You don’t seem to be my dad<br />Despite the fact that I resembles you<br /><br />Dad- Father, you know…..<br />I detest you!<br />I hate you!<br />You did it first<br />The distance between the two of us<br />Is enormous, its growing each day<br />Why are you this mean?<br />Why is your heart this rotten?<br />Where did you get this cancer from?<br /><br />Remember this;<br />When you beat my love<br />The many times she cried because of you<br />How your mistresses scolded her<br />They did it the way you do it.<br />Dad- a man called dad, recall all this,<br />Your brutality to innocent souls<br />You see why I hate you dad?<br />You are ballooning each day<br /><br />Dad I don’t like you to say the least<br />I will always do<br />The more you hate my love<br />The more I hate you<br /><br />I know you don’t care<br />But the world cares<br />I will tell the world<br />What you are,<br />What you breaths and what you smells<br />HATE!<br />Brutality and bitterness<br /><br />Had my mom not met you,<br />She would be happy today<br />But you mean misery to her<br />I know non of my sisters and<br />Brothers would dare tell this<br />But, certainly they don’t like you.<br />Just like the way you detests each of them-me<br /><br />Why did I resemble you?<br />Why<br />Fate, who is to blame?<br />Dad,<br />Mom?<br /><br />I like several things about you<br />Your smile- dry!<br />Big shoulders<br />Intellect and academia<br />But not your heart<br />Black as coal<br />And that is my greatest worry<br />That my love sees’ you in me<br />And you know what that means<br /><br />Finally, am giving the world<br />A copy of this letter<br />Because I know you care not<br />Not because I cares either,<br />But, so that they can get to<br />Read your epitaph- His Hate Killed His Love<br />No one will come to bury you<br />But you’re loving family.<br />Your loving son,<br />Ekwe.<br /><br />Aurthor: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br /><br />NOTE: This poem is an original work by Author. Reproduction in full or part in any media is strictly prohibited. Two Hours Before owns the rights to this works.<br /><br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. TWO HOURS BEFORE IS THE SOLE OWNER OF ALL WORKS APPEARING ON THIS BLOG AND REPRODUCTION IN FULL OR PART WITHOUT PRIOR PERMISSION BY THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED.<br /><br />Read about the Author on the February issue of Parents Magazine 2010 and read his untold story. Also Join Two Hours Before on facebook and twitter. NOTE: Two Hours Before is the fastest growing poetry blog in the country with over 27,000 visits and several reputable Reviews across the world.<br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654 <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">DO YOU HAVE AN EVENT/ OCCASSION YOU WOULD LIKE THIS AUTHOR TO GRACE? 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DREAM IT AND WE SHALL MAKE IT BECOME</span>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-19843992077070063702010-04-11T08:39:00.000-07:002010-04-11T09:00:46.775-07:00'THE MIDNIGHT VISITOR' came into my mind when I shared with few female friends on how it felt to loose 'Virginity' and then face a failed relationshipTHE MIDNIGHT VISITOR<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0kqg6mXUuu0VLUbVcylpuL2NqcPQhXq_xj7rFx7acNnIy2UhKKLUuHm4UHFqwdQ-IPNSAPiHx3kcBdQKG5UL1BM-sXdMrdyOWvN8efgW1sG_jPxbKSMlgnohr0BoJC4DZ2pP9P7YVbpx/s1600/tttt.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0kqg6mXUuu0VLUbVcylpuL2NqcPQhXq_xj7rFx7acNnIy2UhKKLUuHm4UHFqwdQ-IPNSAPiHx3kcBdQKG5UL1BM-sXdMrdyOWvN8efgW1sG_jPxbKSMlgnohr0BoJC4DZ2pP9P7YVbpx/s320/tttt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458905329648482130" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“THE MIDNIGHT VISITOR”</span><br /><br />The visitor came<br />And left<br />As the sun lost its vigor<br />Choking in the murkiness of <br />The engulfing night<br />Giving in to the big moon<br /><br />The visitor came <br />After feeling the emptiness of<br />My void soul and left<br />After filling my bodily faculties<br />With its infectious scratch<br /><br />The curtains flapped,<br />As the trees swayed in the darkness<br />And the visitor continued to steal<br />Mincing me with zeal<br />Making me his meal<br />Plucking my milk teeth one after the other<br />His iron rod screwing tooth after tooth<br />In the choking darkness<br /><br />The visitor came and left me<br />Writhing in pain<br />The pain of loosing the coveted milk teeth<br />The one that reminds me<br />Of my origin<br />and his origin too<br /><br />The visitor had pretended to be good<br />And thus I welcomed him in<br />His hands were bare and his face was fine<br />Wearing an infectious smile<br />And a grin of a midnight visitor<br />And then; came the hidden rod<br />Plunking and plucking<br />My milk teeth<br /><br />My cries and wails persisted<br />And the visitor continued<br />Plucking my milk teeth<br />One after the other<br />The curtains flapped<br />Letting in the flashes of the midnight storm<br />And I would see him galloping for air<br />As his rod, trapped in the bottom of my lips<br />Continued ripping me helplessly<br /><br />The visitor came and left<br />Leaving my mouth agape and<br />All my milk teeth gone<br />My eyes swollen<br />And my lips bleeding<br />The midnight visitor<br />Came and left me<br />Writhing in pain<br /><br /><br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. TWO HOURS BEFORE IS THE SOLE OWNER OF ALL WORKS APPEARING ON THIS BLOG AND REPRODUCTION IN FULL OR PART WITHOUT PRIOR PERMISSION BY THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED.<br /><br />Read about the Author on the February issue of Parents Magazine 2010 and read his untold story.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTAZlq9xOiToLueT_BoabYG7oph31rl_dYhUDzjnYvfR9BW-ftScCwMDzzXxO-c6vZB1A3tYrr5F7qdG84XuxKsA2cUo8ozS7O2mG9HFBo1S2wVenhjk5NQGkj2T2oDPiV4yjYWXzdbBH/s1600/tt.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTAZlq9xOiToLueT_BoabYG7oph31rl_dYhUDzjnYvfR9BW-ftScCwMDzzXxO-c6vZB1A3tYrr5F7qdG84XuxKsA2cUo8ozS7O2mG9HFBo1S2wVenhjk5NQGkj2T2oDPiV4yjYWXzdbBH/s200/tt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458906251362957826" /></a> Also Join Two Hours Before on facebook and twitter. NOTE: Two Hours Before is the fastest growing poetry blog in the country with over 27,000 visits and several reputable Reviews across the world.<br /><br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br />EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />Two Hours Before<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-21186366986301314142010-03-27T03:37:00.000-07:002010-03-27T04:48:21.047-07:00"THE LAST SMILE" is a my special poem. Today the whole world shall be switching off all lights for an hour in an effort to conserve the Environment.<span style="font-weight:bold;">"THE LAST SMILE"</span><br /><br />To mark this auspicious day and make a contribution to Environmental Conservation, Two Hours Before has posted the poem 'The Last Smile'<br /> <br />NOTE: This is an <span style="font-weight:bold;">ORIGINAL</span> work and reproduction in any media is <span style="font-weight:bold;">STRICTLY PROHIBITED</span> without prior permission from the Author, Mwangi S. Muthiora. Reproduction permission can be obtained from the author through: fafdays@gmail.com or +254 725 385 654. or his Attorneys on: luciandibs@gmail.com<br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2010 <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"THE LAST SMILE"</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqnms9GoeZ77A9B7Ao-JtWRGJ-Kawb0n2G3VnxQawHfuJC_vURtvWxFjKYuhQNST1iaYbJ6EwBG3KWAzFDmll93AChv5C31y4TeJHlWAfnIsRxYJhIuedIP8k7Vzlrk8kkVyHW3bepc_e8/s1600/ugly-smile.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqnms9GoeZ77A9B7Ao-JtWRGJ-Kawb0n2G3VnxQawHfuJC_vURtvWxFjKYuhQNST1iaYbJ6EwBG3KWAzFDmll93AChv5C31y4TeJHlWAfnIsRxYJhIuedIP8k7Vzlrk8kkVyHW3bepc_e8/s320/ugly-smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453276475297545906" /></a><br />Do not remind me of the last smile<br />That giggle<br />The tough laugh<br />Let me remind you of the danger ahead<br />Do not remind me of the yesterdays<br />When i delved in my innocence<br />Do not remind me of the gone purity<br /><br />Do not remind me of my lost fortune<br />When you freely explored<br />My physical anatomy<br />When you smiled, laughed and giggled<br />All this time, licking my innocence<br />But you have finally made me a nuff<br /><br />For centuries <br />I have restrained myself from madness<br />I want to go mad, i have to<br />I want to regain my smile<br />That you smilingly stole from me<br />Yet you still gives me a smile<br />A pretentious laugh <br /><br />Your dirty breath has choked me<br />My lungs are now ruptured<br />And my skin scorched<br />And my hair? its also long gone<br />Smilingly you have proclaimed my extinct<br />Yet, giving me a last tough laugh<br /><br />Look at my bald head<br />All my hair is gone<br />Smilingly you have chopped and chopped <br />A hair after the other<br />Leaving me as bald as the plains of <span style="font-style:italic;">Kalahari</span><br /><br />Look at your cruel cruelty<br />Yet you give me a smile?<br />I will not let you <span style="font-style:italic;">lungula</span> me again<br />I will roar, shout and wail<br />I will erupt, scorch you, and drown you<br /><br />Its only then shall I feel contented<br />And then give you the last smile<br />Hosting your lifeless you<br />In the depth of my earthly faculties<br /><br />The waters of <span style="font-style:italic;">El nino</span> shall flood your grave<br />And the midday sun shall scorn your kids<br />Thats when I shall have a reason to smile<br />The last smile<br /><br /><br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 28TH MARCH 2010<br />MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<br /><br />Today, 28Th March 2010, the entire world shall observe an hour of nonessential lights off. This is an effort geared towards marking <span style="font-weight:bold;">"The World Earth Day"</span> Its expected that lights in major cities and towns across the world shall go off simultaneously and remain off for a record 1hour. While as the Governments across <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9gg8LAfyVxWEReWwpOB0e0RUDEKpVn5DsjpbjKJClcx0Y0xcyWUlJY5AEG7d7GFUCZoxaS1YUWFZsO8OoCJywxhxEjK87sAw63arZ1q0SjkSwK5eDIWBTfn3GoYOB0jn-0l4IuIPztXX/s1600/mn-Ukraine_The_P_0500898769.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9gg8LAfyVxWEReWwpOB0e0RUDEKpVn5DsjpbjKJClcx0Y0xcyWUlJY5AEG7d7GFUCZoxaS1YUWFZsO8OoCJywxhxEjK87sAw63arZ1q0SjkSwK5eDIWBTfn3GoYOB0jn-0l4IuIPztXX/s200/mn-Ukraine_The_P_0500898769.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453276743987401330" /></a><br />the world have been desperately trying to cut down their green house gas emissions, touchable achievements are yet to be realized. By arresting and reversing the upward trend in greenhouse gas emissions that started in several countries 150 years ago, the Kyoto Protocol promises to move the international community one step closer to achieving the Convention’s ultimate objective of preventing "dangerous anthropogenic [man-made] interference with the climate system".<br /><br />Simon Mwangi Muthiora<br />EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR<br />TWO HOURS BEFORE<br />fafdays@gmail.com<br />+254 725 385 654<br />www.twohoursbefore.blogspot.comTWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-61662028497471066302010-03-25T03:32:00.000-07:002010-03-25T04:34:08.041-07:00"THE DEATH OF MAKMENDE" is next. The "Makmendes Bug" has hit me; but mine is a different story, the "real Makmende" is a typical Kenyan politician.‘THE DEATH OF MAKMENDE’<br /><br />His character was elusive<br />No one could understand him<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8u_vlNJrXGp5bvQp0qjMsP2vx5He211jEtXWg8pqKknjdd0JY7WGoqsPGpFVOhF1iOdkgwKZuA-Ha5OiVvvrHpT4dw9-eGLU5EOYfPUT9OQe7JD6s7hJJOyxV4x-UluaZi9zudyf6zNbS/s1600/tombstone2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8u_vlNJrXGp5bvQp0qjMsP2vx5He211jEtXWg8pqKknjdd0JY7WGoqsPGpFVOhF1iOdkgwKZuA-Ha5OiVvvrHpT4dw9-eGLU5EOYfPUT9OQe7JD6s7hJJOyxV4x-UluaZi9zudyf6zNbS/s320/tombstone2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452529261734728610" /></a><br />Today he would look like an angel<br />Tomorrow an ugly devil<br />When hungry, he would chew anything<br />Indeed ‘everything’ within his able reach<br />But it’s when thirsty I feared him most!<br />Then, he would drink, and drink, and drink<br />Anything- everything<br />Funny enough, he had a liking<br />For the gravesides<br />This what made him vicious!<br /><br />Makmende was good at times<br />He would listen and reason<br />May be it was pretence<br />When he promised heaven on earth,<br />he literally made it hell<br />Somehow, his name sneaked <br />Into the good books<br />Though albeit lies and pretences<br />He whispered detest, hate and death<br />But his roar was full of love, affection and purpose<br />Most of the times, he ‘roared’<br />He preferred a roar over a whisper!<br /><br />Makmende loved women too<br />Or may be they loved him<br />His queer character was the bait<br />They flocked his threshold<br />He would be heard roaring love serenades<br />To the lucky ones he just roared love<br />And to the unlucky ones he whispered<br />Whispers of desperation and multiplication<br />Amazingly, he would just whisper<br />The ‘f’ word, and nine months later,<br />A small <span style="font-style:italic;">‘kakimende junior’</span> would sprout<br />Probably to guarantee continuation<br />Of the ‘great’ Makmendes dynasty!<br /><br />Makmende was a queer man<br />Severally, he had stolen a neighbor’s cow<br />He had learned the tricks<br />He would milk it and invite his neighbour<br />For a cup of tea.<br />He stole everything,<br />Cows, goats, donkeys, votes, knives and even wives<br />Each time he stole votes and knives,<br />There would be reprisals<br /><br />Makmende is arguably a bad person<br />He killed his spare-wheel<br />After the death of his love<br />Occasioned by his love for <span style="font-style:italic;">sweet lungula</span><br /><br /><br />His death is now a mystery<br />Some says it was the <span style="font-style:italic;">‘dear maize cob’</span><br />He minced the grains<br />One after the other<br />He chewed; relaxing on the cosy <span style="font-style:italic;">‘lazy boy’</span> <br />After-all he had no bills to pay<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">This a real ‘f’ deal!</span><br />He had made yet another catch<br />From his naïve victims<br />Then came the shouts, and he roared back<br />“I better die, than resign”<br />That’s the closest he came to death<br /><br />Makmende it’s said got choked<br />Maize grains stuck in the wind pipe<br />He staggered out of the <span style="font-style:italic;">‘Royco Place’</span><br />To the <span style="font-style:italic;">Triton oil </span>pump just across the road<br />As usual he drunk, and drunk, and drunk<br />Makmende then remembered the story<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">‘Highway To Sacharngwani’</span><br />And a fireball exploded in his belly<br /><br />That’s when he started writing his <span style="font-style:italic;">‘will’</span><br />To avert reprisals in his death<br />Son after the other got their share<br />From the shores of Indian Ocean,<br />To the water pillars of the great Mau<br />From the plains of Taveta hills<br />To the floor of Mt Kenya<br /><br />Surprisingly, Makmende reserved his last catch;<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The graveyards of Kitengela</span><br />That he and members of his ‘great’ dynasty<br />Shall lay in pieces! And find solace after<br />Leaving a trail of destruction<br /><br />His short epitaph continues to tell the lie<br />“Your Super hero’s super hero”<br />Makmende, ‘Just A Brand’<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Aurthor: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJ6tiv_cn0ptipCRFb_4Su3lc_l21QiQHC0xCoh05_jMtu7_ESmgCBrYSZlc5afV76OS7R-Gtvf1AQVqQlyracghjvshiEfApbSA_tY8Y5ZX8iBJB2WEKKNkpbw51uRTaLQYZfPuuFrvU/s1600/mimi.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJ6tiv_cn0ptipCRFb_4Su3lc_l21QiQHC0xCoh05_jMtu7_ESmgCBrYSZlc5afV76OS7R-Gtvf1AQVqQlyracghjvshiEfApbSA_tY8Y5ZX8iBJB2WEKKNkpbw51uRTaLQYZfPuuFrvU/s200/mimi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452529991193299538" /></a><br />All rights reserved. Circulation of this poem in part or full without prior written permission from TWO HOURS BEFORE is strictly prohibited. 2Hrs B4 is a registered trademark under the LAWS OF KENYA. Two Hours Before is the sole owner of the rights of works appearing on this blog.<br /><br />You can contact the Author on: fafdays@gmail.com or call: +254 725 385 654<br />All rights reserved.</span><br />Do you have an event (wedding, birthday, commemoration, anniversaries, etc) and you want your guests entertained? Two Hours Before has introduced self-tailored entertainment where you just gives us the theme and we create the best poem or narrative to suit your event or occasion. Give your event a 'golden touch' through 2Hrs B4, the home of creations. <br />'DREAM' your event & let us make it 'BECOME'<br /><br />Mwangi S. Muthiora<br />EXECUTIVE DIRECTORTWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-4006360098209135842010-03-17T08:03:00.000-07:002010-03-17T08:12:53.009-07:00"THE UNTOLD STORY" A story about birth and death, wails and laughters, the truly untold story, set in illusion.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcwBQkpYePc6khAT_5PQj0meFM1SWHRyUwQFg8B6YBLTDqSHPqzktVAIq8Rvc7g6BHdDbEaFQVizu7CitJUzarG4R47DiklDj77I_pj3NbbONrvDK4gNcD_ggdCy8LBmkkLr4wlaBCpEK/s1600-h/bm"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcwBQkpYePc6khAT_5PQj0meFM1SWHRyUwQFg8B6YBLTDqSHPqzktVAIq8Rvc7g6BHdDbEaFQVizu7CitJUzarG4R47DiklDj77I_pj3NbbONrvDK4gNcD_ggdCy8LBmkkLr4wlaBCpEK/s320/bm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449620980146832594" /></a><br /><br /><br />THIS IS THE STORY<br /><br />The untold story<br />The story of the past<br />The story of today<br />The story of tomorrow<br />The story about a story- untold<br /><br />This story has no plot<br />Neither does it has characters<br />Its characters have no characteristics<br />Their characters already dead<br />It’s a utopic story.<br /><br />It’s a story about everything<br />The story tells us nothing<br />No one likes telling the story<br />But everybody listens to it.<br /><br />It’s not written anywhere<br />It has no narrator<br />Nobody knows its origin<br />The only story that makes one laugh<br />And cry at the same time<br /><br />Its prologue is unending<br />Just like its epilogue<br />It’s a story about many stories<br />Stories about other stories<br /><br />It talks about birth<br />It talks about death too<br />It’s the story about the righteous<br />It’s a story about the wicked<br /><br />The only story about the<br />Past, today and tomorrow<br />It’s the story that compares men to beasts<br /><br />This is the story about the unknown<br />It talks about America, China, and North Korea<br />The story is strange<br />It even mentions Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran and Israel<br />It idolizes Wall Street<br /><br /><br /><br />However, the story is shy<br />It is the only story that misses the word Dafur<br />The story does not talk about Zimbambwe<br />Nor does it mention DRC<br /><br />It’s about rape- fathers raping their daughters<br />Mothers fornicating with their sons<br />It’s a strange story<br />Where characters abuse human dignity<br />It’s the story that compares the incomparable<br /><br />The story is set in unknown country<br />A wonder country<br />Where true stories are told in whispers<br />They are not written<br />Nor sang or narrated- only in whispers<br />It’s a story of sorrow<br />A story of bewilderment<br />Set in illusion<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">All Rights Reserved. Reproduction in part or full is strictly prohibited. Simon Mwangi Muthiora. <br />THIS POEM IS A WORK OF FICTION, CHARACTERS AND PLOT IS ALL SET IN ILLUSION. CONTACT THE AUTHOR ON: fafdays@gmail.com or http://twohoursbefore.blogspot.com<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142562611493016790.post-50061759246759947642010-03-04T05:57:00.001-08:002010-03-04T05:57:47.281-08:00"WHO AM I" is a special one for the only woman in my life.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMhQes38oDw986jaeU_j9pXI-zpZnHWt99QIHX1OoG-ekZGuHEx2SlZpAr1Uapi7B6fKHTT9iutrUo5kKuBqHsEBvEde371yf0e9z1Iq4IsENDQ18Wpa4vBV25QN1VASx419dq92hXgSf/s1600-h/we.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMhQes38oDw986jaeU_j9pXI-zpZnHWt99QIHX1OoG-ekZGuHEx2SlZpAr1Uapi7B6fKHTT9iutrUo5kKuBqHsEBvEde371yf0e9z1Iq4IsENDQ18Wpa4vBV25QN1VASx419dq92hXgSf/s320/we.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444757182818344978" /></a><br />WHO AM I<br /><br />Who do they say I am?<br />In the vast savanna<br />They call me daughter of the sands<br />The beleaguered woman<br />The shelter maker<br /><br />Who do they say I am?<br />At the coast, I have several names<br />Saumu, Fatima, Harsia…..<br />Daughter of the deep seas<br />The mummy water; others quip<br />Who am I?<br />The beleaguered woman<br />The pilau cook<br /><br />Akinyi yoo<br />Akoko yoo, Atieno yoo<br />Daughter of the fishes<br />They say my omena is the best<br />And you, whom do you think I am?<br />Have you ever seen me dancing?<br />Off course not to those silly instruments<br />Not at all<br />Dancing to the tunes of otutu<br />Daughter of Ramogi<br />The beleaguered woman<br /><br />Irio is my favorite<br />I also make good matoke!<br />Many a man fears me<br />“She is the money manic; the gold-digger?”<br />Wanjiku, Gaceri, Waithera<br />All are my names<br />The beleaguered woman<br />Pillar of Mt. Kenya<br /><br />Kitu cha mtongoea<br />What does this mean?<br />Others say I am the daughter of the salty waters<br />The face of the vast plains<br />The hip buster<br />Others call me a witch<br />I am not one,<br />I am a bed wizard<br />Look at my curves- my bait<br />The beleaguered woman<br />The bed icon<br /><br /><br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. REPRODUCTION IN PART OR WHOLE WITHOUT PRIOR CONSENT FROM THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. <br /><br />This is an original work by Mwangi S. Muthiora.TWO HOURS BEFOREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03726651258374472131noreply@blogger.com3