BOB Posted May 20, 2005 umetuleteya Mzee Ojwang tena? :eek: afadali Sergeant Waryaa kuliko huyo Kalenjin, kwa sababu mambo ya Arap Too na Arap Vulani imekwisha sasa ama bado hujasikiya? Salaalah Muhammad wacha nimone Papawako alafu utaona :mad: . Peace,Love & Unity. PS. Can Mzee Ujwong swim kweli ya'ni ukimpeleka ZanZibar... . Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
raula Posted June 14, 2005 ^^zanzi ni mambo yote masal kheri Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
raula Posted June 14, 2005 a haiku to moi keep smiling galfriend salute your dignity like sgt.waryaa sizzle your sanctuary for it is getting "hot" sooth your mind sensually get sanctified before it supersedes. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mz-alpha-soup Posted June 23, 2005 Bob wacha zanzibar ni ovyo, njooni jua kali turkana..lol..come n see the serene unspoilt land of jua kali Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
raula Posted June 23, 2005 ^^^ umenikumbusha manzi mmoja niliyemwona jana-ye na beste wake(demu jungu)wamepigilia kiturkana tradition(the whole deal) ala manzi tulipowasiliana akanitell ati ye ni native wa NAROK N'wayz-nafikiri mambo ni mos mos eh!ok back to mashairi Like the porous rock beneath the sea I permeate grief and sorrow partially Creeping with a lion’s prowess, I refuse To surrender to the despair that is Rotting beneath my air conditioned scent Gleaming on the surface, but underneath Turbulence…..torments…..tension…… I hold firm like the ladies styling mouse Phony smiles I stress, but underneath it all My air-conditioned shell is cracking……. Guilt…...……………………………… This bullet proof soul that hugs my dignity... Have I lost compassion for the lost souls? Numbed by insidious worldly politics That has nothing to do with my ancestral being Nor my religious directives, nor my people’s humanity Where is my daily dose of depression? For the perished, for the wandering souls, For the half-bullet-ripped-stuck-with-one-body-parts, For the mothers with no family, the fatherless, The one-child-left-behind family, the continuously raped Psychologically, physically, and faithfully……. Oh how much it hurts what I feel……. Worse than a tooth ache, stings like a cobra’s venom Tingles my spine…almost when about to experience a stroke Guilt………………….guilty…………….. Blame me for I relax on my futon Watching the world turn and get toasted Melancholy, cold, mourning, mercy…I feel but I ignore the reality by changing the channel Chaos I watch, as the world tremors with destruction I am compelled, I am driven, I am moved…….. Only to reach for the remote control…to change the channel Consciously aware of my mental switches…… But I have memorized excuses like a guru I only unleash them to cover my hidden truths…. Guilt………guilty ………..mortified I am……… Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
raula Posted June 23, 2005 They pray for my comeback to the motherland They ignore my rude commentary to our elders They praise me because I live in the wonderland They welcome my white-washed mentality They ignore my half-naked body dressed in Torn-outs, as I explain it’s the latest style in Vogue They still hold me dear even when I ignore their Early morning calls and nagging daily drama in motherland They still hold me dear despite of my abandonment…why… Because they plead for my esteemed dollars Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted June 24, 2005 Don't give them even ndururu . wanataka chapa yako huh? Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Pacifist Posted June 24, 2005 Originally posted by BOB: Don't give them even ndururu . wanataka chapa yako huh? Peace,Love & Unity. Man you are xasaad xasiidina xasaad una seme Ndururu kwa nini....come on mate don't advise her that....Raula Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted June 24, 2005 Originally posted by Pacifist: Man you are xasaad xasiidina xasaad una seme Ndururu kwa nini....come on mate don't advise her that....Raula Kumbe wewe unasikiya kiswahili? Allah, nime fikiri kama unajua kiZambiya na Malawi tu? lakini naku ulizaje umesha kula panya wewe, hata kuonja tu? kwa sababu nime sikiya huko zambiya watu wana kula panya?LooooooooooooooooL. Pacifist, i know you are going to ask Raula what i just said and i know she's going to tell you a whole different story but believe me that is not what i said..i just asked you a simple question that you know of somuch about . Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Pacifist Posted June 25, 2005 Bob rafiki yangu I don't need to ask Raula I already know so beware oky I am watching you. Lakiin msemaji we nini na panya?? ewwwwwwwww come on bob I don't eat Panyas....Lakiini watu wa zambia.. :mad: :mad: nime fikiri kama unajua kiZambiya na Malawi tu? Hapana najuwa kiswahili and Muzambiyani... Am watching you Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted June 25, 2005 Watch Me But You Will Never See Me ..too many bodyguards around me :cool: . The first time I've been to Zam I got the fright of my life after a kid tried to sell a "Fried" panya to me and I haven't eaten anything but fruits for the remaining two days I have been in Lusaka, even from the Somali restaurants, Eeeewwwww that was a really bad experience I've had in your country back then and I went back again in 04 but this time it was much better as I was with a friend who had a family there. Raula..will kill us both . Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Pacifist Posted June 25, 2005 ^^^6 una fikiriya nyama choma halafu sawa saw Pole sana from now on beware... Raula tafaruji poem yaku pole nima hijack your thread...its bob aziri Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
raula Posted December 2, 2005 another from my winter blues cabin.. Have you seen snow white? Turned black and blue In her glazed crystal pasty land Poor girl she has been through Spring, summer, and autumn Lonely lullabies of summer’s return She is slipping deep Into seasonal affective hysteria The Norway pines are roofed It’s winter out there! Someone tell her. A season that renders sensitivity Exacerbates with the wind chill ……bitter freezing ……….. From the bare blue snow As the cold rushes through Your layers of clothing Ripping your soul Piercing Distressed to inhale Dazed at the sight Of vapor from exhalation Snow fanatics rejoice At the site of flurries To them it a season filled With many gift wrappings It becomes a contest Who can mold snow man? Even better for Ice sculptor in Rice Park Make the world glitter From claimed existence Ice……Ice baby. For I The winter is none other than Bare dirt roads filled with Bitter white-wash that Turns the day hastily to night Bites the ear and turns you Blue from her Helper called frostbite That can seem like a mere Diabetic whose learns that Necrosis claimed OFF His toes by amputation Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BlueEpocha Posted December 3, 2005 Raula MASHALLAH you write AMAZINGLY I love your use of language there is a sense of calmness of peace about it that slowly caresses the imagination, mashallah. Keep it coming, I am definitely looking forward to reading your next piece . Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Libaax-Sankataabte Posted December 3, 2005 Aboo yariistii inadeerteey aheed gabyaa qatar eeyba noqotay. Wallee waan oqaa ineey talent kugu duugan tahey gabar. Good work raula. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
