Merry Christmas Fam…

Its Christmas, that time of the year where family comes together to celebrate the gift that God gave to mankind. Its a time to share, and enjoy the company of our loved ones.

In Africa, there’s no snow neither are there chestnuts roasted on a fire all that is there to be roasted is meat, and for the vegetarians maybe maize. This is for family, for love, and as CHINUA ACHEBE says
*”A man who calls his kinsmen to a feast does not do so to redeem them from starving. They all have food in their own houses. When we gather together in the moonlight village ground, it is not because of the moon. Every man can see it in his own compound. We come together because it is good for kinsmen to do so.” * Let us find time to come together physically and enjoy the power of togetherness. Let’s smile not because we don’t have problems but because we are stronger than the problems.

And to you my WordPress family am honoured to have you, may you have a Merry Christmas and a joyful festive season together with your loved ones and please as you give out the love and gifts try to think what might God want for Christmas, and gift Him that. And if you are wondering who God is, have a look at this clip.

Go touch a heart. Merry Christmas and God bless

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Its Written in The Stars…

fading

For a minute,

I thought your heart, was finally beating in sync with mine,

And the scarred knees, and the a million sorry had finally paid off,

For a minute I thought,

The river, that my tears are, had finally flooded your heart,

And for help, you were calling out for me,

For a minute,

It all felt like a dream, come true,

All those years of pain,

Drowned by your smile, beautiful,

For a minute,

It felt like it was written in the stars,

Our love, tattooed on every constellation,

The moon and the breathe from the clouds,

A slice of the Promised Land, happily ever after,

For a minute,

I danced to the possibility of forever not being long enough,

Only for the seconds, to take that away.

Poetry in Music

 

Pills and portions

There are times when the lyrics of a song speaks the language of your heart, Pills and Portions by Nicki Minaj is such.

“Pills N Potions”
Pills and potions
We’re overdosing
I’m angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We’re overdosing
Can’t stand it but I still love you

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

Ayo they could never make me hate you
Even though what you was doing wasn’t tasteful
Even though you out here looking so ungrateful
I’mma keep it moving, be classy and graceful
I told ’em it’s no friends in the game
You ain’t learned that yet
All the bridges you came over, don’t burn that yet
Niggas want respect, but niggas ain’t earned that yet
Self-righteous, and entitled
But they swearing on the Bible that they love you
When really they’re no different from all your rivals
But I still don’t wish death on ’em, I just reflect on ’em

Pills and potions
We’re overdosing
I’m angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We’re overdosing
Can’t stand it but I still love you

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

Yo, people will love you and support you when it’s beneficial
I’mma forgive, I won’t forget, but I’mma dead the issue
Soon as you out the niggas lives is when they start to miss you
They see you doing good now it’s kinda hard to diss you
Niggas be sick when they remember all the bad they wished you
Niggas be mad when they can’t come and live lavish with you
But I sped off in the Benzy, I see the envy when I’m causing a frenzy
So I pop pills for ’em, cop cribs in the hills on ’em

Pills and potions
We’re overdosing
I’m angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We’re overdosing
Can’t stand it but I still love you

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

I get high off your memory
I get high off your memory
I get high off your memory
In due time, we’ll be fine
In due time…

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

Tumin…

 

Tumin

Its December yet again and in Africa, especially Kenya, this is a month of a myriad ceremonies and celebrations. Its in December where folks get married, its in December where boys become men ( just wondering is the definition of a man a circumcised boy?) Its in December where old men with beards grey, sit around a pot, close to a fire not roasting chestnuts, but with small tubes in their mouths(mrija – in the local dialect) sipping African traditional beer from a pot.Its in the month of December that grandchildren sit around a fire, their grandparents narrating stories of olden days. Its December, that month of the year where joy sings in the air, and butterflies, fireflies and tiny little children join in the dance.

In Kalenjin community, ( a community blessed with prowess when it comes to foot work – when they cat walk on the beauty pageant, they are crowned miss world Africa, and when they run, they win medals) these ceremonies are called tumin. Each ceremony has its significance but what characterizes all of them is the coming together of the community to share, its the reunion of families in joy and happiness, reminiscing theĀ  good olden days; the memories of days that brought them together and those that taught them how to live, love and laugh, memories that make them who they are.

Here is a song to welcome the festive season the African way. Enjoy