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“How is man to recognize his full self, his full power through the eye’s of an incomplete woman? The woman who has been stripped of Goddess recognition and diminished to a big ass and full breast for physical comfort only. The woman who has been silenced so she may forget her spiritual essence because her words stir too much thought outside of the pleasure space. The woman who has been diminished to covering all that rots inside of her with weaves and red bottom shoes.

I am sure the men, who restructured our societies from cultures that honored woman, had no idea of the outcome. They had no idea that eventually, even men would render themselves empty and longing for meaning, depth and connection.

“There is a deep sadness when I witness a man that can’t recognize the emptiness he feels when he objectifies himself as a bank and truly believes he can buy love with things and status. It is painful to witness the betrayal when a woman takes him up on that offer.

He doesn’t recognize that the [creation] of a half woman has contributed to his repressed anger and frustration of feeling he is not enough. He then may love no woman or keep many half women as his prize.

He doesn’t recognize that it’s his submersion in the imbalanced warrior culture, where violence is the means of getting respect and power, as the reason he can break the face of the woman who bore him 4 four children.

When woman is lost, so is man. The truth is, woman is the window to a man’s heart and a man’s heart is the gateway to his soul.

Power and control will NEVER out weigh love. May we all find our way.”

~ Jada Pinkett-Smith, via Sinuous Magazine

Eulogy of the living

Posted: October 7, 2014 in Uncategorized

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See, my mother tells me I started drawing when I was 2 years old, but my memories of self-expression are most vivid when I was 8 and 9 when my childhood friends were – Wanja, poultry, imaginary, and dolls. Yes I was a weird kid.I recall my love for singing games and my fascination with graffiti. We all loved art – Zab, Asiko, Edward and I. And we would all sit together on the dining table, holding something that would scribble against paper (or white walls). Asiko, drawing paddling ducks, Edward sketching cartoons, I would have sworn he was the next Gaddo, and Zab, well Zab I was sure he was the next Mr. Bean.

I remember my orientation into the hip hop culture, (which I stupidly interpreted as a strong disinclination to good slow rhythm and blues, or any genre that didn’t say guns or f*ck. . .

At 10, I was a closet lover for performing arts as long as I dismissed any murmuring confidence to possess any dexterity. But somehow my self-doubt was defeated by that deep-deep hanker for theater and dance. Well, I played two roles as a back stage act and crowdcast when Uvundo won the best play. Our director always told us that we are all leads. So I was simply happy, I really did feel part of the we who had really made it. Fast forward to high school I had to bootleg the script for our inter-house drama festivals, and that where it came  – my Lupita Nyong’o moment. Best Play, and best performing artist in the inter-house drama festivals.

My aloofness for sciences worried everyone but me. During Math or Chemistry, I’d doodle, clown, and disturb my deskmate, zone out, black-out (and yes mostly in that order). I never saw the significance of calculus, barometers, and pipers. How would I, when I had the finest Art and Design Class, Year 2002?  At one point John Kiarie, (aka KJ) was our Art Teacher, who made us the most coveted class, so much that bored-paraffin-spike-resilient students actually stalked him.

Somehow i made it to Campus, I would have flopped if it wasn’t for these sweethearts Floice Ondik and Esther Chege, who would wake me up at 5am to crush course KSCE exams. And while the rest of State House was busy choosing their dream Campuses, I was very busy, busy swimming.

And as I mark-timed afore Campus days, I spent many days in Angaza Theatre Arts, life was seemingly becoming richer in faith and on stage. These firming foundations would keep on in Daystar where I fell in love, with lovers of journalism and journalism.

Along the way I have met many remarkable people and tagged lessons worthy of note . This is no rehearsal, I say. So as I move forward I reaffirm my beliefs, murder the doubts (and maybe) tone-down the vanity.  I have loved and truly been loved, I have loved and hurt instead, in return, I have hurt and been loved right back, such is life. I turn on this switch celebrating life, laughter, friendship – my life and those of others, who were, still are or those who are no more. I marvel at these many extensions and diversity of thy paths that I have sometimes guessed, chanced, failed or achieved.

I am a daughter, friend, and a sister

I am a Libra.

I cry, I laugh, and I smile –I learn, so I must be a child.

Who am I? A story teller

A feminist – I defy,

Above all, I am Wakasa, and proud mama of Summer.

NOW

Posted: June 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

Take a moment to think that

Somewhat the bliss you beget

May also be the joy you effect?

The blessings your way

And the hearts you break

Besides on the reflections of regrets

I am just eagle-eyed of the next steps

Just how to do it best

And forgive and ask for the same

And my poetry in the night

Becomes conscience by day

And this inspiration so long delayed

The souls I love

I wonder what they paint of me as they slumber

I miss them, summer times, my Summer

Recollect

Then the thought seizes

Good memories are not just departed recalls

But more of which can be made, regenerated

As we marvel on this cycle’s next steps

You ask when I can I ever be my best

It’s now, I say, for as long as it ever takes…

 

SW

6/1/2014

3.30AM

 

 

Green growth o'clock

By Sarah Wakasa 

28 October -NAIROBI – Did you know that development that is not based on green growth may lead to prosperity, but only in the short term, and will soon be undermined by insecurity and vulnerability?

Green growth is emerging as a guiding framework for delivering development goals for the upcoming decade which is believed to bring major opportunities to improving livelihoods and reducing poverty. (OECD 2013)…

….published on the UNEP website . Read more…

This book

Posted: July 8, 2010 in Uncategorized

Photo credits: Courtesy.

As we single out books from shelves

Scanning on pages

Guessing by the covers

Straining ours eyes just to make sense of these premises

We carry along lessons, building our ideologies

As we sit in this dim lit room

Rapt by the intrigues of this big book

Where the plot is, but is not as obvious as it seems

And our breaths bait not knowing what the next line would read

We are silent, wondering, if this re-lived would make a great movie

What a brilliant actor and a haunting performance of color

This could be one legend

Flashes and limelight, Smiles and tears,

Flash and snap out of fantasy

What a book I am reading

So gripped I’d swear I’d want to read it forever

Slugging the pace of flipping to next pages

While toning rhymes sway in the wake of scenes

And stunning visions of the descriptions play

A slap of flash-backs to relay previous episodes

Secretly petrified by chapters that sit awaiting to open up

Restlessly foretelling its climax

Afraid of its complete relation

Election after election, we attest to be the most ambitions people. Politicians keep feeding us with senseless manifestos of which they are hardly held accountable with, not even by our media which like its audience suffers a  strain of amnesia.

Whatever that makes a person corrupt, we always wonder? They say money corrupts. Others say that it is ambition and greed for material gain? I say it is integrity; a never-ending test which can only be upheld discerningly.

Therefore: -“Systems are not corrupt, governments aren’t corrupt, and organizations aren’t corrupt. People are. ” comments a blogger,  Coalesce. If we are corrupt as individuals with little regard for truth, it wouldn’t matter how much we detest our politicians or systems of governance. Come the ballot vote time, we simply would “… replace the last batch of corrupt individuals with a new batch of corrupt individuals.” Coalesce

“Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.” – Lincoln

Tedium

Posted: January 19, 2010 in Uncategorized

25th November 2009

Right now, my aspiration to write is as good as my need to eat devoid of appetite. As a doodler would doodle without pondering, I write to arrest ideas I fear may sway away by the twists of day. I squiggle, to overlook the issue – bored rigid and I have reason.

He was here to take back his headphones that I borrowed and obsessed. Now that they are gone, boredom has crept in to fill up the gap. The world is a quiet place, in this cubicle. The headphones amplified my moments behind the cubicle; sweet music engaged me to work in profound focus. With the beats, I was a knack with the keyboard hitting it from erotic reflections to political insights.

They could sip out goodness from direness like Mondays. Now they are gone, wondering how I survived in lack.

I need those headphones back… 😦