Surely, it is KENYANS4KENYA

As words matter, tweets come in smarter,
@ahmedsalims, a tweep with tweets of substance,
To me and many, we wake up today to a Kenya that is not the same,
Because of the spoken tweet,
The handy Safaricom Foundation, KCB Foundation,
The Media Owners Assoiciation of Kenya and the Kenya RedCross Society,
All got underway with a humanitarian initiative,
Social media kicked in and helped spread the spoken words in their refined dexterity,
Deloitte with other auditing firms provisioning their services,
In making sure that Kenyans' funds don't find wrong feet for the right shoes,
We are grateful to those who dared to be great,
And find a remedy for their fellow countrymen,
Even Bobby Collymore saw fervor to be Kenyan for a day,
That in its own self is powerful,
May God reward Kenyans,
For we had a theory and it brought out our character,
by adding helping hands at the end of our own arms.

The way it is?

In winter, even when you bundle up, a cold shoulder can freeze you out. Sometimes a ray of sunshine reigns in and gives us hope, but on the upper east side, the slipperiest of ice, is usually right in front of us. Paranoia could actually save your life, why? Because when it doesn't work out you cannot just stand up and leave. Even the good has a dark side, it targeted yes, but it wasn't being nice, it just missed your heart.

THATS JUST IT!

They say its easy to forget your troubles when the weather is warm, but all it takes is one foul breeze to blow reality on your face. He who sews the wind, weaves the storm. All tourists go home and so do all dreamers wake up.

AM DISAPPOINTING YOU, CAUSE YOU DISAPPOINT ME

I wake up today to disappoint you,
Yeah, there, I SAID IT!
You brought this disaster to us,
And since you are my sister,
I never again have to wait long before the next one puts the previous one into perspective,
You and him a band of character,
You picked your responsibility,
And yet still this child on a merry-go-round sees no mother to wave to,
No kiss goodnight,
How does it feel to get an update on your own kid?
You have a new theory that makes your heart walk outside your body,
The man you call a husband,
The man who chaperones your abilities,
One of you should be able to report to duty,
But the child's register marks absents,
So you find a substitute to replace you physically,
You forget, a child is not only reared socially, emotionally,
But financially too,
So Your substitutes demand,
Your so-called "FAIR SHARE",
While you and your man just sit there!
Wish we could have some bucks to spare,
For they are our own too,
You are disappointed in you,
We are disappointed too,
For there is much you can do,
Your children are your corporation,
Responsibility is to you the shareholders not the retirees,
This plan you executed instead of amending it, you expand it,
You have killed your dreams,
And you are injuring more,
Its your fault,
You have messed up,
Face up,
God's constitution has a "Bill of Responsibilities",
The final folly is to think that something fundamental to your welfare,
Should be taken care for you,
You wanna know why these times are not the best for you?
Because you do not consider your responsibilities your own,
Stop saying that it got lost, about sanity,
Simply say it like it is,that you lost it,
Find it, for you are their mother,
they will have no other,
That man you call comfort is nothing but a pyramid scheme,
Its a 50/50 win or lose situation,
But your children,
God invested them in you,
He's got your back on this one,
Keep in mind that parenthood is easier to get in to than out of,
And for now,
Am done disappointing you with my words,
Write to you soon.

An Offshore Account

All by oneself,
An incoherent gulf,
When you are done,
When the wind blows just for fun,
A Nazi sympathizer,
A tornado appetizer,
And just like the wind you follow the scent,
This tweet is not yet sent,
Close enough to launch hostilities,
Turning tables it is,
Cause you shouldn't let it,
Fix your esteem a plate of cheat,
Its your duty not to substitute,
Simply wear a cloth that the launder sees you suit,
Look into the mirror and see through your true insights,
You are who you are whether you are wrong or right under the lights,
Don't settle for less,
You just have you to impress,
Change, get a nose job, but that won't change the way you breathe,
You'll still feel the same earth beneath,
Somewhere only you know,
Not just your birth place but its where you grow,
A passing wind,
Needs no crazy diet to unwind,
Its just an offshore account,
Its not necessarily what makes you count.

Hail to the lady with a Doctorate hat!

I watched u deny me my rights, yes, i watched u rip my esteem apart, yes, i watched u help those whom ur time found worthy, yes, i watched u enjoy ur gym allowances with the money ma folks wired the school, yes, i watched u ignore ma hand right up to earn class participation points, prior to instructor-student relationship we have never brushed shoulders, but ur eyes scream spite, but rumour had it that back home it was a bizzare premise, so u choose to land on me, did u find peace then? U shut a door of blissful degree but u gave me the power to do away with a dormain of decrees.
Sincerely, student.

Continuation of societiziller!

Lets accessorize this mediocre society that dares to decapitate sanity,let the powerful intoxicate the best forgetting that not even a wise man is wise enough to be trusted with unlimited power in a society with unlimited impurities. A university is simply a small government; legislative,executive and judicial. Citizens as well as students have rights. But hail to the campus corruption that breeds its existences from the office docket to the lecture halls. The show of might there is at its best, they cough, the youth trembles, its no act, but life is in play. The youth has to find a rug to mop their sweat, or rally with losers for there is no pardon, immunity or utmost protection. Even power's peers conform to her constitution. The youth's right to polls ends in disarray, they get a pack of velvex tissues to wipe away their tears and blow their policies out of their noses and a white wash on the table is for cleaning their damned editorials. Power speaks and its word! She is the system, can't fight her or scorn her, just obey her thrust, for it is protocol. These very institutions which give birth to the serial Onyanchas, the greedy politicians and the driven sonkos, the religious Pattnis, the anti-Mututhos and many more unrealized talents. They simply corrupt a youth, just because he thinks different from them, raising questions on their compitency which nobody dares question, the same institution meant to mould the youth not to embrace the damnation of sane policies. Hilarious how society has a thing for these very old cultures, they even avoid the implementation of a new culture, fresh thoughts that seek virtue instead of power, allowing the inevitable extinction of democracy in our institutions, the architect of decay. Change my men, calls to eradicate what is familiar and subtley secure. The act of a mentor to invade the only one corner of the youth's universe that they find fresh air to breathe reason suffocates progress. It all results to a youth with a growth that is relative and a blind adoption of a system which is dogmatic that stops our green growth. Life is a process and we never stop becoming for that is the essence of life. A fresh green reason for power is that the art of pleasing consists of being pleased. Thats just a tear from the cries of a youth in a corrupt campus.

Again, what am i writing about?

Okay this life full of brilliance, wait...am not yet done with this sentence...society's brilliance in defining failure and success...the unpardonable crime and all-redeeming virtue....respectively! Society tends to forgets that you cannot keep a good man down.....that a good man leaves the land of his ease and moves to the rough county of his insight. He tells himself that it is good to be lost for it makes routing note concealed paths. We all know how the self is far much distant than any star. How we reach it you may ask.....When we encounter other people we happen to meet ourselves and are left not only learned but wise as well. So let not society with mediocre mind critic, for success and failure are unfinished journeys full of sign posts and no known destinations and thats a fine tradition right there for man survives it.