When poets will run for presidency!

March 19, 2009 at 5:54 pm | Posted in life | 6 Comments

Should relief escape from my breathe’s sighs or should i squart and squint harder into the hazy horizon?
Close conferencing with my con-science, mind, soul and hearts suggests that i should be compelled and rant on…yes, rant on, rant on, for these are the times!
The times we’ve been told to wait for, for too long….and seated here, seat drenched with sweat from hours of facebooking…i shout it all out like an Obama Rhetoric bouncing off the scrappy walls of Chicago skyscrappers: we are truly the ones we have been waiting for, we be the change, the keys are within our luggage…lets start the search and unlock this chest from the soon-to be dead men…
BUT where does my sudden rush of rants stemmed from?
Simple:Malagasy (they don’t sell ‘kairasy‘ there!)
The moment Mr. Andry Rajoelina pushed his way to the top seat after a 3-months of deadly power with Marc Rava-manananannananana….my world of possibilities began to fix itself like an automatic jigsaw.

Now, more real, the hope Obama inspired on us has some how dried up together with the fascination of his meteoric rise…but the mirage of change should well crystallize in our minds as something achievable.
Many young people, back here in Kenya, have been carrying this vision and we celebrate them (not on Churchill, but in these hearts that hurt with the governments of the day’s shenanigans)..like one one GPO Oloo (former UoN student leader who was sho dead alongside Oscar Foundation chairman) who was fanning the resurrection of student activism– that we so hope, was not snuffed out with his life (may he rest in peace). This can’t be brushed aside lightly because it contributed (shove in Rev. Njoya’s conviction, beatings and all) to the introduction of multiparty-sm in Kenya.

That is why, i see, not dream, i believe, not just say, that soon, poets will run for presidency and no longer will normal breakfast broadcast be stopped to remind us of first family feuds we care less about- rather, if necessary, they’ll pause national T.V. to drop a line or two, lines laden with rhymes of hope, hope to the downcast.

The president, i over see, will appoint Oysters, not ministers, who will flow with the eloquence of their actions and legacy, speech (not-political blabber) will come later.

Can’t you see with me? See that standard raids on substandard media houses will cease and in its place, devils like Devani, Impunity, powersharing, postelection violence, high unga prices, briefcase millers, will all be fairly flanked to Kamiti dungeons and all their (preferably Devanis’s Trick-a-ton) shares and chairs will be re-distributed to poor poets (and bling the beggars).

Therefore, it would not recieve literary criticism that Instead of Arturs brothers-cum-Mamlukis, he will have literary Gangsters for bodyguards…and Pulse his offi-sho ngazet.

He will also understand that the youth need not funds, but a change of mind and heart first fast, then the rest will flow…like his lyrical speeches that will make sense to the small and great alike.

Trees, trees, Wangari Unbowed and with a noble heart, the Nobel Laurette will be brought on board, for he has it within him/her(ha!) that a ‘tree is the greatest living poem.’

Only chicken salad will come out of his mouth for whilst he dozes on unfinished poetry on mega-projects, no strange bed fellows (these ferros, mafi ya kuku) will sneak in.

He will have a  poetess for a wife, not a bitter spouse with even bitter vibares (slaps)…rather, her fashion statements, swagger, will inspire like a role model should and roll our little girls into one complete package of respectable states(wo)men oh-not-so-bitter over past heart quakes, for they will have the intelligence to comprehend that men, over the ice, smoke and digital age, are like a rigidly structured poem, engineered to be the the same (and poly-gals-en mass).

The poetic president….!

The poetic president will not dent the freedom of the press, rather embrace the power of the pen in his fold, for journalists, are better in the camp, pissing outside, rather than outside pissing in…and hope he does not forget to replenish their stock of diapers!

BUT

the Poetic President…

We hope his presidency, that  begins on the springboard of hope, will not descend into Mugabe’s despondency and will not be buried in the syntax of empty verses, instead, streaks and strings of radical change and action, will follow him, till the last line of the day (kibwagizo).

Then, and only then, will this enthusiastic amateur, write to the occasion with a smile on his facebook profile pik-shure- and not a grimace, scaring prospective poetesses 🙂

till then : Ngatheka ndenda!(I will laugh when i want!)

*****

P.S.

Some sickening familiarity descends on me when i think of this, a certain (satan) fear grounds me…like the uneasiness you get when you dump a freshly boiled egg (mboiro) plus kachumbari in an un-ready stomach….

Serj Tankian makes this worse when he rubs his vocals on my brain…lie lie lie lie lie…la la la la la…

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  1. firsties!
    like the US, we cant get a young poetic dude who can deliver speeches full of rhymes like obama!!

  2. he heee… from the way Jua Kali has a following mashinani… he may just be our guy LOL!

    sure enough, lol…but on a more poetic note…how about those ‘dreadied’ poets dotting the literature scene?

  3. if there is anything more hilarious this week was that saga in madagascar!
    but poets will sway the peoples hearts boyfulani, trust me! ewwww, kachumbari and boiled egg!

  4. I admire Dj Andy. We should replicate the same here because it seems they aint doing ish. If we’d have a dj for president, may be I’d choose Pinye or Adrian for their composure. John for his business skills.

    Good luck to the poets

    i pray for luck too!

  5. Its been a while since I said something here. How you doing?

    thanks man, been ok, though been lying low on the blogosphere, hope to come back and check out the latest on ya sites.

  6. “Close conferencing with my con-science” with lines like those how had I missed this blog?! Good one!

    blushing, u welcome again for more of this con-science, hehe


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