"WHO AM I" is a special one for the only woman in my life.

WHO AM I

Who do they say I am?
In the vast savanna
They call me daughter of the sands
The beleaguered woman
The shelter maker

Who do they say I am?
At the coast, I have several names
Saumu, Fatima, Harsia…..
Daughter of the deep seas
The mummy water; others quip
Who am I?
The beleaguered woman
The pilau cook

Akinyi yoo
Akoko yoo, Atieno yoo
Daughter of the fishes
They say my omena is the best
And you, whom do you think I am?
Have you ever seen me dancing?
Off course not to those silly instruments
Not at all
Dancing to the tunes of otutu
Daughter of Ramogi
The beleaguered woman

Irio is my favorite
I also make good matoke!
Many a man fears me
“She is the money manic; the gold-digger?”
Wanjiku, Gaceri, Waithera
All are my names
The beleaguered woman
Pillar of Mt. Kenya

Kitu cha mtongoea
What does this mean?
Others say I am the daughter of the salty waters
The face of the vast plains
The hip buster
Others call me a witch
I am not one,
I am a bed wizard
Look at my curves- my bait
The beleaguered woman
The bed icon


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Simon Mwangi Muthiora, 28, got engaged in human rights campaigns and activism from his days in secondary school. This was by chance.

"HUMAN RIGHTS CRUSADER; DIPLOMAT IN THE MAKING" The story of Mwangi S. Muthiora. Founder of Two Hours Before and the Managing Director of Fafdays Foundation.

When i started this blog, i hardly expected it to grow this fast. In under an year, TWO HOURS BEFORE has maintained a very high number of visits and new membership. Our sister facebook group under the same title has also managed an impressive 950 members within a very short time. I thank you all my fans and friends for your support and encouragements. I resume my poetry posts next week with my Valentine Special poem for this valentine season. Below is short commentry followed by extracts from the super brand Parents Magazine that has carried my personnal untold story. Buy your copy and read the whole story. In the meantime, enjoy the extracts.

Several years ago, I helped Lieutenant General (Rtd) Gonzana Bukenya get freedom from the oppressive Ugandan Military that had kidnapped and secretly ferried him out of Kenya. Bukenya, a former Personal Aide to President Museveni had been accused of planning and masterminding an alleged plot to over throw the government together with some other dissidents. Further, he had been accused of collaborating with the Opposition and the infamous Lords Resistance Army of one notorious Joseph Kony. When I met Gonzana Bukenya, he was a man on the run and he was trying to get a Visa to Denmark or the USA where most refugees were seeking asylum.

At the youthful age of 32, Bukenya had managed to climb the Military ladder to the coveted post of a Lieutenant General and a decorated Presidential Aide- normally reserved to high rank military officials and personal confidants to the president. This inspired me and we immediately struck a very strong rapport. After all he represented what I had always dreamt of; success and ambition.

“Ambition can be dangerous at times” that’s what I later learnt as my association with Bukenya had squarely put me on the wanted list of the one feared Museveni. In more than one incident, I practically cheated death as ‘special security agents’ hovered around me and my family………………..read on the extracts below. However, the story has been highly edited and thus some very key incidences have not been captured. I though intend to someday write my Memoirs and share my untold story.

Below are some extracts from my feature story “Human Rights Crusader, Diplomat in the making” appearing on the February issue of the super brand Parents Magazine, published by Stellan Consult Ltd and Distributed/ Circulated by Nation Marketing & Circulation Group




Simon Mwangi Muthiora, 28, got engaged in human rights campaigns and activism from his days in secondary school. This was by chance. A major personal challenge he had could have broken a weaker person, but this young man used his weakness at the time to discover a strength that had been dormant.

“……………….many people blamed me for sticking my neck out too much in Bukenya’s case, but I thought I did the right thing, as I am not one to shy away from challenges. My journey to bravery and human rights started when I joined Kanunga, a provincial high school in Kiambu District in 1997. Despite my excellent performance in the Kenya certificate of primary school (KCPE) exam, I could hardly communicate in English. All the teaching and communication in primary school had been done in my mother tongue and switching to English was extremely challenging.”

“Teachers did not understand how I managed good grades yet could not orally communicate fluently. It bothered me too, especially after being made the schools laughing stock. I was embarrassed and confused, and turned rebellious, seeking solace in the company of ‘bad’ boys, just to avert attention. To get acceptance in the group, I safely stashed away their bhang and other contraband wares in my school box. My uncle was a senior teacher at the school hence my box was bypassed during frequent and impromptu inspections to capture anything illegal that had been sneaked in by students. Thankfully, I never did drugs and my role stayed the same, that of safekeeping. With time…………….”

“………by the time I did my final national examination, i was aware of my potential in articulating important national issues effectively. I started participating in public forums where human rights issues, my favourite subject, were being discussed. Coincidently there was a lot of hype and political realignment in the civil society movement between 2001 and 2002, something that heightened my zeal for human rights discourses.”

“The formation of the Youth Parliament in 2003 was a major blessing in my life. I was confident it would give me a forum to articulate my agenda for the youth. I put an application and successfully went through an interview to become a member of parliament (M.P) for a three year term………………………….”

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"ALMOST A VICTIM" is a poem by Gladys Njehu; Its flow and plot thrilled me and I have to share this with you.

ALMOST A VICTIM

It wasn't in the dark,
Nor was i in a park,
No light of the moon,
As it was at noon.

Thought it was hot as he undressed,
But he grabbed me and caressed,
Held me tight,tighter,n tighter,
Thought i couldn't be a fighter.

Realizing i was in a battlefeild,
But had no sheild,
I felt weak,
As i tried to speak,
To plead,
And be freed.

I even opted to scream,
As if that was the theme,

Miraculously i think the gods spoke,
Though they didn't poke.
Or rather his senses got to work,
As before he was acting like a jerk.

And almost a victim,
Out i kicked him,
My very own friend,
Opted to offend,
Friendship suspended,
Wonder whether we'll amend.

AUTHOR: GwLADYS ENE NJEHU

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GWLADYS ENE NJEHU was born somewhere in central province but brought up in the great rift; Nakuru Kenya. She attended Bahati Girls High School before proceeding to Jomo Kenyatta University where she is pursuing a Degree in BCom & Administration; Finance option. She worked with KLB as an Intern Assistant Accountant. She is a highly motivated young lady and has been writing for several years now.

The Island nation of Haiti has been hit my a Devastating Quake, I dedicate this poem to the people of this country! "May God be with you"

"REMEMBER HAITI & ITS WOUNDED PEOPLE"



REMEMBER THE REST

Below this rumble
I try to mumble
A word or two, but its all a whisper
Above me is a heavy slab
Slapping over my face
My heart is making a whisper
Before i weather
and like a feather, in the air
I will soon disappear

Now that you have heard my whisper
Worry no more about me,
Soon I will be gone
Abeit painfuly
Am i lucky though?
I will no more see this light
Neither will i ever see
The wounded motherland

In the next rumble
I can feel the cries
All natures hostage
Before the slab slaps me
I remember the lovely motherland
Before the angle of death
Flapped and flapped
As he neared Haiti


Cough....cough cough!
The dust is choking me,
I can feel the slabs smoldering me
Remember my brothers and sisters
Remember my wife
Remember my husband
Remember my son
Remember my daughter
and my parents too,
Remember Haiti, and its devastated
thousands, dilapidated, wounded and shaken

Remember,
The quake just struck once
And you can act once
And help Haiti overcome the disaster

Cough.....cough, coooough!
Over to you.....!


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MWANGI S. MUTHIORA

This is a an original poem. You can share it and help raise funds for Haiti Population that has been hit by the worst earthquake in several years. Incase you shares this poem, kindly make sure you recognize the author; Mwangi S. Muthiora, +254 725 385 654 or Email: fafdays@gmail.com

TO GIVE DONATIONS, CLICK ON 'DONATE' AT THE SAVE HAITI WIDGET ON THE RIGHT HAND SIDE OF THIS PAGE.
JOIN THE REST OF THE WORLD IN THIS NOBLE CALLING AND YOUR ASSISTANCE WILL GO ALONG WAY IN HELPING HAITI BACK ON ITS FEET. TO SEND YOUR ASSISTANCE FROM KENYA....VISIT THE RED CROSS OFFICES OR JUST SEND YOUR DONATIONS TO THEIR HELPLINE NUMBER

"Two Hours Before" Wishes the people of Haiti quick recovery from this disaster.

Haiti's worst quake in two centuries hit south of the capital Port-au-Prince this week. Thousands of lives have been lost, many are still missing, and hundreds of thousands of people have been affected. Haiti's Prime Minister Jean-Max Bellerive says he believes more than 100,000 people may have been killed.

The earthquake has destroyed much of the already fragile and overburdened infrastructure in the most densely populated part of the country. A massive and immediate international response is needed to provide food, water, shelter, and medical supplies to the people.

September 11, the Twin Towers crumbled down in the hands of Alqaeda; But this are no ordinally towers because not even Osama can bring them down.

TWIN TOWERS


'TWIN TOWERS'
At the slightest provocation
You sprout out, soft, tender, and innocent
Before a sense of shyness
Creeps in
On your fertile land

Gradually, you become visible
Standing against all odds
From afar you are visible
you distinguish your fertile plains
From your brothers plains

Soon the harvesting will start
Not without a season of planting
Your tenderness
The irresistible bait

Your shy land
A naff in your absence
Denying you freedom
To bask in the plains
With fear of intrigue
And the unending intimidation

Amazingly you got strengths
That makes the brethren salivate
Droll oozing from corners
Of their lustful lips
That's the intensity of your grip

Emotions overwhelming
Temperatures escalating
Spurious glances
Only after your mention
A measure of your might

Who exactly hates seeing you
The paupers or the opulent
Spirit chasers or the priests
Black, white or yellow
You are simply the same
Your jinx immeasurable
Just who detests you?
Who would dare fondle your volume
Without hurting their emotions
Just who?

A cassock you are
To the tender and young
Your crater oozes goodness
The young and elderly crave to feel you
Your texture an oasis of bodily hope
Waking up other bodily faculties
Both within and without
Who says you are bad?

A bond of the past
A tablet of memoirs
Good and bad
Bad and good
Ooh great twin towers
Don't come down yet
Rise and rise

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MWANGI S. MUTHIORA



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Twin Towers- THE WOMANS BREAST that all of us crave to see, feel, fondle, and of course suckle!

You may want to call it Nationalism or even Patriotism, but would you change citizenship for money? "Stephen Cherono" So, is it Money or the Box

"MONEY OR THE BOX"
On 27th July 2002, Stephen Cherono lead a pack of highly promising Kenyans' athletes to a clean sweep of Gold, Silver and Bronze in the Commonwealth Games held in Manchester. With him were brothers Ezekiel and Abraham Kemboi who won silver and bronze respectively. The celebrations were however short lived; Stephen Cherono switched citizenship and to the dismay of many, he even changed his name to Saif Saaeed Shaheen! This is where and how my poem below was too born.....! Later, he appeared on track for Qator and so passionately trounced his 'Kenyas' compatriots to win the Gold. I have all the respect for this great athlete and this poem is intended to arouse the debate on Patriotism and Career. Remember the Qatars' offer of 100 million shillings to Denis Oliech? He thou declined the offer and as well became a hero at home. For the earnings, he still seems to laugh all the way to the bank!

KENYAS STEPHEN CHERONO: QATARS SAIF SHAHEEN

STEPHEN CHERONO

Poor lad of Rift Valley
I ‘hear’ you got a new name
They are calling you
Saif Saaeed Shaheen
What happened?
Just how did you dare?
To cut your own roots
Tap root in specific!

Poor lad of Rift Valley
I hear you got a new home
Qatar! Is it true?
You are now swimming in oil
Leaving the fresh waters of Rift Valley

Poor lad of Rift Valley
‘Mwacha mila ni mtumwa’
Just see how they are frustrating you now
Soon you shall be a nuff
Only then shall you know the extent of the damage

Poor lad of Rift Valley
Slavery is long gone
It’s forgotten!
Only that you are now reminding us
Of those bad old days
Poor lad of Rift Valley
Look back at your mother land
Look at your mothers tears
See how miserable you are now

Poor lad of Rift Valley
You got a brother in Denmark too
Kipketer is his name
Abroad a hero
At home nothing but zero
He too basks in the white gold
To your motherland you are big shames
Brothers, who are we to blame
Before you become lame
And they send you home
But not without some shame


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You may have heard about them, "THE ABORIGINES OF AUSTRALIA" I have felt it worthwhile Honoring the people with the oldest living culture in the World

THE ABORIGINES OF AUSTRALIA



THE ABORIGINES OF AUSTRALIA

Just like the sun dies a million deaths and
Resurrects every morning, the same way the
Aborigines gives birth and dies un-noticed
Discriminated, hated and ignored
Aborigine of Australia
Cursed

Blinded by trachoma, a disease as old as the bible
Preventable and with a known cure
Poverty ridden and disfranchised
No proper housing or clean running water
Burst sewers are now wiping them out
Chained to their death beds,
By the affluent white
Aborigine of Australia
Cursed

Diahoerra to the soils
Malaria to the soils
Cholera to the soils
Typhoid to the soils
Aborigines to the soils!
Aborigine of Australia
Cursed to the soils

Once happy hunters and gatherers
Reduced to despondent creatures
Soon, they may become the subjects of
Sydney museums

Poverty and dispossession
Diabetes, deafness and gastroenteritis
Has now finally crippled
Once happy hunters and gatherers
Aborigine of Australia
Cursed

Robbed off their citizenship
Basic services-health care, basic education, housing
And indeed a future robbed off
By the merciless affluent
Aborigine of Australia
Cursed

Their extinction has never been this real
Real people in a real predicament
Aborigine of Australia
Cursed


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MWANGI MUTHIORA 2009

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Several years ago, (may be five years) I wrote this poem on Aborigines of Australia. I was inspired by the story of the men and women suffering in the clear watch of the elite white who literally commandeered the lives of this vulnerable community. Though they are not the only vulnerable community in the world, i have felt it worthwhile raising the predicaments of the Aborigine Community to even a bigger audience. Back here in Kenya we have read about the Ongiek Community who are as well a threatened community. Listening on the debate on Mau, you may have heard how very affluent politicians and senior civil servants benefited on land originally allocated to the Ongiek Community.

Further to this, its only this week the grand corruption in implementation of the Free Primary Education was exposed. As we celebrate this years Christmas, let as also ponder on the future of Kenya. Our rapacious politicians continues to rape and disfranchise this great nation. And just like the Aborigines of Australia or the Ongiek Community, we might loose this Motherland that we so dearly cherish.

Finally, It has been a great year been around and i must admit that TWO HOURS BEFORE has really achieved alot in just under an year. It is my very sincere hope that next year we shall be bigger and even more entertaining. To celebrate our achievements this far, we have launched the TWO HOURS BEFORE brand and coming soon we are having the Polo Shirts in the market. Have a great holiday and may your new resolutions be smart. Cheers and thank you once again for your kind support.

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