I wrote this poem as Tribute to Esther Wanjiru's (she is my colleague)father who passed on after a bravely borne fight with Liver Cancer. Though I had not met his father before his ailment, I always thought of him as a good daddy following Esther's concern especially in footing the huge medical bills that he incurred in several hospitals. While-as not so many of has good memories of their fathers, let us celebrate Mr. Ndirangu, who despite been a primary school teacher, saw all his children acquire Masters Degrees in different disciplines. A brave, loving and humorous daddy. TRIBUTE TO DADDY

Daddy, what moves through us Is a silence, a quiet sadness, A longing for one more day, One more word, One more touch, One more joke and even a smile We may not understand why you are gone. Why you have left us, Or why you left before we were ready to say good-bye, But little by little, We begin to remember not just that you have passed on But that you lived happily with us Your life gave us memories Too beautiful to forget Daddy, we hold good memories of you Your undying will to see us through life Your love to see us through school Your dedication in our general welfare Daddy, you truly inspired us I remember in our childhood How we played games As you watched us do our things You were always there to correct us And you even hardly hesitated to punish us Whenever you saw us do wrong Daddy, your heart has made us what we are today For the days, weeks and months You have been ailing, you always afforded a smile It has been a painful journey to rest But you faced it bravely, throughout, You inspired us; we would feel the pain daddy But your spirit and determination to live was amazing Daddy we are now weeping no more There is a next time, and we gonna meet you again. I AM NOW HOME The path has come to an end and thus my journey Am now in my sleep It is painful & unbelievable but you have to bear Because I am now gone In your dreams; Dream about my laughter Dream about my jokes Dream about my dreams But never dream about the bitter path Smile to me as if am still living Joke to my old jokes And give stories as if I am narrating them Because, I am just gone to sleep In the next room And when your time comes We shall meet again Joke again, smile again & dream again For I am gone I loved you all I cared for you I was always there for you Carry on the mantra Till we meet again. Happiness shall soon be with you again. Your’s Daddy. These tributes were written on 21st November, 2011 by Mwangi S. Muthiora and read during the burial of Esther's father on the following day. Read about the Author on the February issue of Parents Magazine 2010 and read his untold story. Also Join Two Hours Before on facebook and twitter. NOTE: Two Hours Before is the fastest growing poetry blog in the country with over 27,000 visits and several reputable Reviews across the world. MWANGI S. MUTHIORA EXCECUTIVE DIRECTOR Two Hours Before [email protected] +254 725 385 654

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Africa's 1st female Nobel Peace Laureate, Prof. Wangari Mata Maathai, has finally succumbed to Ovarian Cancer at Nairobi Hospital, North Wing. Maathai has died in what Kenya can only refer to as a death month, following the multiple road accidents that has claimed hundreds and the grotesque Sinai Slum fire tragedy.

Prof Wangari Maathai, took to the world stage in a defining moment on 11th November, 2004 when she received the 2004 edition of the world's most coveted award, the gold Nobel Peace Prize, at an elaborate ceremony in Oslo, Norway. Maathai, born in 1940, is a zoology professor who rose to international fame for campaigns against government-backed forest clearances in Kenya in the late 1980s and 1990s. She founded the Green Belt Movement in 1977 that has well spread to many other African Nations. She was the 12th woman peace laureate since the first award was made in 1901. The last African laureate was U.N. Secretary General Kofi Annan, of Ghana, in 2001. The 2003 prize also went to a woman, Iranian human rights lawyer Shirin Ebadi.

In 1989 Maathai's protests forced then President Daniel arap Moi to abandon a personal plan to erect a 62-storey office tower in a Nairobi park. In 1999 she was beaten and whipped by private security guards during a demonstration against the sale of forest land near the capital Nairobi. The famed Freedom Corner, now remains a sacred reference place where most protests are started or ended in Nairobi.

In 2004 while accepting and receiving her gold Nobel Peace Medallion, Prof Maathai moved the star studded audience with her near poetic speech that was aired live across the world and watched by billions on TV. "In the course of history, there comes a time when humanity is called to shift to a new level of consciousness, to reach a higher moral ground. A time when we have to shed our fear and give hope to each other. That time is now. I'm humbled by the recognition and uplifted by the honour," she said.

"As I conclude I reflect on my childhood experience when I would visit a stream next to our home to fetch water for my mother. I would drink water straight from the stream. Playing among the arrowroot leaves I tried in vain to pick up the strands of frogs eggs, believing they were beads. But every time I put my little fingers under them they would break.

"Later, I saw thousands of tadpoles: black, energetic and wriggling through the clear water against the background of the brown earth. This is the world I inherited from my parents.

"Today, over 50 years later, the stream has dried up, women walk long distances for water, which is not always clean, and children will never know what they have lost. The challenge is to restore the home of the tadpoles and give back to our children a world of beauty and wonder."

She went on: "Today we are faced with a challenge that calls for a shift in our thinking, so that humanity stops threatening its life-support system. We are called to assist the Earth to heal her wounds and in the process heal our own."

The Nobel laureate then turned to the corporate world: "Industry and global institutions must appreciate that ensuring economic justice, equity and ecological integrity are of greater value than profits at any cost," she said.

And then to governments, Prof Maathai said that the environment was a barometer of a nation’s health.

"The state of any country’s environment is a reflection of the kind of governance in place, and without good governance there can be no peace," she said.

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HORROR: Five Men Gang Rape University Student For One Hour On Video.

A few weeks ago, a five man gang raped & molested a female university student in a very horrifying video that the dare devil students recorded and circulated among Abia University Students and later posted on internet for the world to see. Amazingly, the audacity of the rapists to post the video- recorded on a cell phone, on internet is scaring and just tells you how our sisters, wives and mothers are besieged from all corners. The group of five rapists believed to be students of the Abia State University, either through arrogance or ignorance posted the sexual assault, which they recorded on their mobile phone, for the world to see online.

A horrifying, disgusting and painful ordeal that no other woman should be allowed to follow. The citizen journalism website, Sahara Reporters, was the first to call for an appeal to catch the perpetrators, igniting a web-wide uproar and witch hunt for the rapists, dubbed the Abia 5. One wonders how safe are our daughters and sisters in campus? Interestingly, the Nigerian authorities have openly dismissed this as just mere allegations and computer tricks that the students body at Abei State University has vehemently declined, saying that the perpetrators of this heinous act are known and the poor victim can very well identify them. Though its yet to be identified exactly when this happened, reliable sources indicate that the girl was gang raped late last week after she allegedly insulted one of the boys called Uchenna after continued weeks of stalking her. This incident has elicited world wide protests especially on internet with Bloggers around the world calling for speedy investigations and prosecution of the 'Abei 5'

The story which was first reported early this week has put the Nigeria's authorities and several Students Bodies at close fire with students threatening to go on rampage if the police are unable to make any sensible arrests and prosecutions. “It is clear that we have to fight our battles ourselves since you, whom we entrusted with the responsibility, are only interested in how your bank accounts can swell. This case has been taken up by the youth and we will monitor it to its completion, till those hard hearted rapists are brought to book and punished.” Said one of the student leaders from a University in Lagos.

The video which has over an hour of play time, shows the' Abei 5' raped the young girl in turns, teasing her and making gravious comments on her private anatomy. In the video though with a poor audio, the men can be heard humiliating the young girl and threatening to rape her for the next several days. The girl in return can be heard vaguely pleading with the men to spare her and leave her. At some point, the young girl is seen to be tired and exhausted as the men elatedly continues to take their turns. The victim is then seen and heard asking them to kill her instead and spare her the pain and humiliation. She allegedly disrespected one of the guys on campus, so they decided to take the laws into their hands by "teaching" her a lesson that she will never forget.

The men on this video appeared so upset going by the cruelty displayed in the video, it got to a point when the girl became suicidal and started begging them to take her life (In English and Igbo language), but the guys laughed and mocked her, it was terrible, the ordeal lasted for well over an hour.In the course of the rap

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Kenyan Gospel sensational Loise Kim (Pictured) is tipped to win in the category of Finest Female Artist of the year in the ongoing Mwafaka Awards slated at City Hall plaza on 13th August 2011. Loise, who has produced hit albums since her arrival on the Gospel scene is seen to lead the pack in a nomination lot that comprises new faces. Kim's hit song "Nissi" continues to dominate many local FM Stations in this last week of the Mwafaka Awards.
Various media personalities also got a nod from the awards, not necessarily for hosting Christian shows, but for 'walking the walk'. They includes, Kenze Dena, Mark Masai, & Citizens Johnson Mwakazi among others. The awards wich were launcehed in Eastlands has this year spread its wing further to incorporate the entire Gospel Industry in Kenya.

Loise Kim, has won various local awards and this likely going to be yet another feather on her cap. She is pitted against new artists Jackie Kotira, Mercy Wairegi, Sarah Kiarie, Gloria Muliro & Linda Orocha. She is though likely to encounter a challenge from the younger Sarah & Gloria. Voting is now open by sms and to vote for Loise Kim send a message to 6369 as many times as possible. list of nominees.

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POEM DEDICATED TO THE FAMILY & FRIENDS OF VINNY KANYONYA-BARA
A few weeks ago Vincent Bara Kanyonya(Pictured), woke up as usual, but the 27yrs old young man didn’t know that his bright future was fast shutting down. Weeks of gluing such of Vinny lead to discovery of his remains half buried at an abandoned homestead in Ndumberi, off Kiambu road. This is after he was reportedly kidnapped in Nairobi by people asking for a huge ransom. Vinny was my schoolmate for 3yrs at Kanunga High School. We shared a dormitory and one thing that strongly stood out about him was his passion for life and an interesting jovial and witty attitude. When we left school, he hardly changed; happy, smiling, joking and laughing. It’s the manner in which his captors killed him that really hurts anyone who knew this young man. Why such cruelty?

I solely dedicate this poem to the family of Vinny Kanyonya-Pictured, to his friends, those who knew him in person and those who are hearing about him for the first time. He was a jovial, cheerful young man and he never truly deserved to die such a painful death. By sharing this poem with family & friends, we are signing personal petitions to end violence deaths of young men & women. Vinny’s death in cold blood is sincerely unquantifiable. It’s a loose that will live in our hearts for soo long, but I ask why? Should we just sit and watch a few characters steal our destiny and hope through the bitter path? Let us be vigilant.

R.I.P VINNY KANYONYA

I WALKED THE PATH


Lonely and full of tears,
Along the way-
I cast my eyes wide n’ afar,
I listened with my ears,
As my mouth gaped for air
With anguish and desperation
Waiting for any forthcoming hope

In my mind,
It was all spirals,
Confusion,
Worries,
N’ desperation, n’
At one time, I wondered
Is this me?

It’s a bitter path
Waiting for hope
It’s a path that no one else-
Should ever follow
Waiting for hope

Along the way,
I would hear the whispers
Of my captors,
Eating my soul
I would feel the cloud of desperation
Holding heavy above me
My blurred eyes would see nothing
Other than nagging darkness

And I would ask why

In all this darkness & confusion
I still hoped, that
This suffering would halt
I hoped, I would see the light
At the end of the tunnel

The pain in my heart
Surpassed my will to live
I wanted to see tomorrow
To smile again,
To laugh again &
Joke again
But I couldn’t
It was a journey of pain
And suffering

I wondered,
Where my friends were
And wondered, if they were thinking about me
I would look at the captors
And wonder if they would know
The pain in my heart

In my imagination
I would see the agony
In my mother
My dad, brothers & sisters
I would see my friends
Suffer silently,
But I was still helpless
Held captive, grasping on the straws of life

Now I am gone
It happened too first
I wanted to live longer
Smile further,
Joke further & have fun
But I am n

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Olympic Marathon Champion Samuel Kamau Wanjiru is dead.

Wanjiru died a few minutes past 1:00am Monday Morning after jumping from his two storey house in Nyahururu following what is believed to be a domestic quarrel. Police said they were trying to ascertain whether Wanjiru had deliberately killed himself.

According to reliable sources, Wanjiru ,24, arrived at his home shortly after midnight and a quarrel ensured allegedly between him and his wife. It is further alleged that the incident might have aroused from a love affair after the deceased came home in the company of an un-identified female friend. This was the third time Wanjiru was going home in the company of a woman who is said to be a bar maid.

Nyandarua OCPD Jasper Ombati has confirmed the incident.

The young Millionaire Wanjiru been wheeled to Nyahururu Morgue The late Wanjiru is known for his 2008 victory after he became the first Kenyan to win a gold medal in Beijing in with an Olympic record performance of 2:06:32. His other marathon victories included Chicago in 2009 and 2010, Fukuoka in 2007, and London in 2009.

Wanjiru was the World Marathon Majors points champion for the 2008/2009 and 2009/2010 seasons, and had a career best time of 2:05:10. He was also the former world record holder for the half-marathon with a 58:33 personal best.

After winning last October's Bank of America Chicago Marathon in a thrilling sprint finish over Ethiopian Tesgaye Kebede, Wanjiru faced several difficulties.

Last year, he was arrested at his home and charged with threatening his wife, striking a security guard, and possessing an illegal AK-47 rifle.

Wanjiru was released on bail, and his wife later withdrew her charges against him, but he still faced the weapons charge, however.

In January this year, Wanjiru was also involved in a car accident on the Nairobi-Nyahururu road, rolling his four wheel drive vehicle several times trying to avoid an oncoming truck.

He avoided serious injury in the incident, but later withdrew from April's Virgin London Marathon with a knee problem.

Meanwhile, Prime Minister Raila Odinga has conveyed his deepest condolences to the family and friends of the late renowned athlete.
He said the country was saddened by the news of the untimely demise of the late Olympic record holder. Wanjiru was widely expected to defend his record next year during the London Marathon. News of his death has been received with unspeakable shock as friends and colleges milled in the compound of the Olympic.

Wanjiru who at 24yrs is wel

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THE LEADERSHIP BREAKFAST ON U.S.-AFRICA PARTNERSHIP
“Exploring lessons and partnership from the U.S. past, present and future Civil Rights Movement”
Nairobi, Kenya
April 16, 2011 08:30-11:00am
VENUE: KICC, CHARGES: Kshs. 500 PP.


On April 16, 2011, Mwangi Mukami International, in partnership with African Ascension and other key stakeholders will convene The Leadership Breakfast on U.S.-Africa Partnership to explore the lessons and experiences of U.S. past and present civil right movements and how an action strategy can be developed among young people of Kenya with U.S. Corporations, non-profit volunteer organizations and the Civil rights movement to advance issues of mutual interest that are citizens driven rather than government based.

The forum will focus on the following key areas-
1. The African-American Experience: The issue of Segregation and Race
2. The case for Economic and Social Justice
3. Building a culture of meaningful participation and sustainable democracy
4. Forging Partnerships with U.S. Corporations, The Civil Rights Movement and Non-Profit Organizations

THE KEYNOTE SPEAKER

For over three decades, Joe Beasley (pictured right)has been a unique worldwide humanitarian leader of unmatched philosophy, drive, commitment and empathy. He is recognized as an outstanding leader, a pioneer and an intellectual whose thinking, dynamism and courage inspire all. His commitment and perseverance well established in the civil rights movement and the transformation of the United States.

Joe Beasley serves as President of African Ascension and Founder of Joe Beasley Foundation. He is also the Southern Regional Director of the National Rainbow/PUSH Coalition under the leadership of Jesse Jackson and Human Services Director of the Antioch Baptist Church North, under the leadership of Pastor Cameron M. Alexander. He was born to sharecroppers on a rural plantation in Inman, Georgia in December, 1936, and segregated one-room school house for his primary education before moving with his family to Cincinnati, Ohio. He earned his Bachelor of Science Degree in Criminal Justice at Park College and attended graduate school for his advanced studies in Criminal Justice at Clark Atlanta University.

In 2009 and 2010, He was voted “One of Atlanta’s Men of Influence” by Atlanta Business League, ad has been voted since 1996 as one of the “125 Most Influential People in Atlanta” by Atlanta News Weekly, “Top 50 African American Men in Georgia” from 1998-20010 by the Macon Informer, and “2009 Advocate of the year” by Georgia Informer and “Citizen of the Decade” by Public Citizen.

AUTHOR: HON. MWANGI S. MUTHIORA, JUNIOR M.P NATIONAL YOUTH PARLIAMENT (Pictured).
I have said time and again that this great Nation is in the bleak of tribal hatred inspired to Kenyans by tribal chiefs, sons and daughters of post colonial Kenya who squarely benefited from the corrupt White regime, Kenyatta regime, Moi regime and now the impunity infested Kibaki Government. The infightings in the Coalition Government remind me about the Rat race. The rat race is not only interesting, tragic and unfortunate but casts out the reality our leaders must swallow, “Even if you win in a rat race….. You are still a rat…!” That is the simplest you can define this selfish ruling class.

Over the last few weeks, we have witnessed uncalled for political bickering as the two principals and their erstwhile supporters engage in a war of word that has literally convinced any serious investor that Kenya is not the best of places to pitch tent. Kibaki in his quest to show leadership in an emotional press statement reassured Kenyans that he acted within the law in the disputed nominations even when the country had already read mischief in the manner his lieutenants handled and reacted over the entire process- he has withdrawn the nominations since. Just to remind you, we have been witnessing a political crisis hung around the two principals for a long time ever since this man Ocampo released the list of suspected masterminds of the post election violence that left tens of hundredths of people dead and many hundredths of thousands homeless.

Look at this again, ‘you are the Suspect, the Police, the Prosecutor, the Judge and the Executor’: then we must be in a rogue country where we might possibly never witness justice in our times or in the times of many of our generations to come. Shifting to the more serious business of governance and political leadership laying bare with the two principals, Kenyans must speak in one voice and oppose the idea of the destiny of this country be defined and determined in a boardroom by the two Principals or their cronies. In context and within the precincts of the new law, Kibaki & Raila have no moral authority whatsoever to impose on Kenyans any office holder, whether constitutional or otherwise. If the incidents of 2007 elections are to be prevented, we must embrace and implement this constitution fully and within all the legal frameworks applicable therein.

The two principals should not limit their efforts to successfully implement the new law to public forums and public statements. Indeed, they should have realized and recognized long ago that bitter differences in the level of consultations cannot be settled in a public forum. That is why in addition to the public statements and negotiations, they have to explore every possible private avenue that might lead to a settlement on this matter but purely pegged on the legality of the entire nomination process. In that case, Kenyans shall have a reason to smile to a new dawn of reforms; that has eroded us for so long. No one shall have the fears of the courts, police, legislature or any arm of Government.

It has been difficult for our leaders to communicate meaningfully across this war of words, But precisely because of lack of political goodwill to implement the constitution in its entirety. The president and the prime minister should reaffirm in all solemnity their desire to work for a just and speedy implementation of the new law. This shall be possible if only the selfish egos of their cronies are trashed away and sense of realism planted in the mindsets of our leaders. The two have witnessed the politics o

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INTEGRITY is like VIRGINITY........... You loose either once!One thing that is soo obvious is that "Integrity is like Virginity, you just loose it once" Marende has the future of this nation strongly lying on his shoulders...... When Kenyans went to the polls to decide on the New Constitution, most of us had the Promise of a new dawn in our mind. We were all obsessed with the imagination of a new Kenya.....without the whimes of impunity, corruption, nepotism, human rights violations, rape etc. It is sad now to see those legistrators who canvased the nation in support of New Constitution yet they are now dancing to the tunes of impunity and political arrogance that the President has now illustrated. There was no apparent reason to vote Yes then commend the president on unconstitutional appointsments. Whether the two pricipals consulted or not, concured or not....Kenyans wants an indipendent Judicial System. We have hundreds of learned young professionals who can occupy this positions out of merit. In my view, the Speaker of the National Assembly should rise beyound the mere squambles of ODM & PNU. We want an indipendent body that is not aswerable to either the President or the PM but squrely answerable to Kenyans.

In this case, this nominations which were both unconsitutional and in to conform with the individual interests of the two Principals should be nullified. It is inverted logic since we can surely all see who are supporting impunity in this great Nation. For what reassons would a person like Ruto who is facing soo many court battles so strongly support this nominations? for what reasons would anyone on the list of Ocampo six support this Nominations? For what reasons would someone who soo strongly opposed the passing of the new constitution advice Kenyans that the President behaved in a manner of statemanship whileas he simply has once again lost the simple test of integrity? For how long shall we suffer in the hands of rapacious individuals who are out to satisy their own selfish individuals?

If for any reasons House Speaker Otiata Marende, failed to stop Kibaki and his corrupt cronies of Ruto, Uhuru, Murungi, Muthaura, Kosgey.......many more- Kenya shall have failed yet another litmus test on its ability to deal with local challenges i.e i leu of governance and administration of Justice. Just ask yourself howmany innocent Kenyans are behind bars because of a corrupt Jucicial System. Remember the case of Delamere son, Killings of Ouko, JM, Pinto Gama, Oscar of Oscar foundation, imagine how many innocent women have lost sons in name of Mungiki and the police streets executions? Imagine the thousands of women who have lost court cases of inheritance? imagine the many who have lost files in highcourt simply because someone wants to block justice? Imagine the several thousands IDPs, Remember the death of Father Kaiser,imagine the arrogance of a one Esther Murugi on issues of national importance such as HIV prevention? Could this be the reasons why MOi and his soider boys opposed this new constitution? See Kalonzo, Jirongo, Wamalwa, Ruto, Saitoti, Kosgey.............! God have mercy. This is a country in shere need of redmption. We cannot afford to let this chance of redeeming the dignity of a vote be abused and trashed by a few rich men & women. Lets see the bigger plot by land owners who wants ti have their own in the high offices. Kenyans wants a CJ, AG & DPP who are credible enough just like Lumumba is doing. If we allowed impunity to carry the day.......then even the efforts of KACC will all be useless. This is the time for kenya to stand up for total reforms not just partial reforms to

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MAUREEN WANJA - On this auspacious day, I wish you the very best in life. Through your very kind gestures the first day I met you, I learned the power of appreciation. I have never known how to tell you thank you for your encouragement, however I know that someday, I shall have the joy of knowing I put a smile on your face. Thanks once again for been such a friend. Always know that there is power in your smile. Happy birthday and may you live to see your Dreams & Aspirations come to live. Love you dearly.

"COUNT THE BLESSINGS"

Instead of counting candles,
Or tallying the years,
Contemplate your blessings now,
As your birthday is here with you.


Consider special people
Who love you, and who care,
And others who’ve enriched your life
Just by being there.

In the memoiers of your heart
Remember this wonderful woman
Whom several years ago,
Sweat, cried, and wailed
Simply for you to be here today
Remember the many times your love has cried
To see you through the Journey of life

Maureen,
Look back not!
Raise your head and walk the talk
For this day is here with you.

Think about the memories
Passing years can never mar,
Experiences great and small
That have made you who you are.

Tonight, lie in the comfort of assurance
That you shall meet the purpose of
your existence.
Don't let desperations weigh you down
On the down days, let your dreams pull you up.
On the up days, let those dreams
push you even faster ahead.

This is your life, and
even the difficult stretches
are very much worth living.
In fact, it is during the challenging times
That you build new capacity for greater richness.

Look around you. See and appreciate
what a magnificent world
you live in and what a tremendous
opportunity you have to make a difference.

Another year is a happy gift,
So cut your cake, and say,
"Instead of counting birthdays,
I count blessings every day!"

TO; MAUREEN,

YOU ARE TREASURED AND THIS IS A SPECIAL POEM FOR YOU. AM HAPPY TO HAVE KNOWN AND MEET YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ONCE AGAIN.

FROM SIMON WITH LOVE.

AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA@2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

MWANGI S. MUTHIORA
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"A LOVER'S WISH"


A LOVER'S WISH

I wanna be the night’s darkness
That hugs u closer than I ever will
Caressing you in a velvety feathery touch,
The inky blackness that fills your every pore,
The soft nothingness that feels your every curve.
That my touch would never reach

I envy the dreams that fill your night
And flood your mind with blissful thoughts

Stealing your time when lights go out and worries take a walk
Floating, without a care but to bring you gladness... inside your mind, watching you
Rolling back the hands of time in happy memories
Feeling your smooth
Touching tomorrow before the new day breaks

I wanna be the golden ray of a brand new sun
Its virgin touch on your ebony temple at dawn
That brings to life the dazzle in your big bright eyes
The golden light that brushes your lips with a morning kiss
And points out the dimples in your chubby cheeks
Brightens your smile and the angel in you
Draws the curve of chubby cheeks


Let me be the heat of a blazing noon
To melt your heart and will away
And brand/scotch/burn, on your soul my blessed name
As I wilt your fears and cares away
And burn your fears away
Be the shadow by your feet, ever present ....

I wanna be the red hot blood within your veins
To feel your every crook and every nerve
Know what you tickles and what you ails
Be the one to give you heartbeat and life
Your tireless servant come day or nighttaking oxygen and vitamins
Touching the core of your sacred (love filled/bound)heart
The very warmth and life of you

I wanna be the evening’s breeze
Fresh and cool to feel your skin tingle
From my lazy touch as I draw them goosebumps
Savouring the purity and softness of your thighs
Running unseen fingers and ruffling your hair
Dancing, unseen, and whistling our love song

I wanna be the morning that ushers your future
The shadow, at noon to ever kiss your blessed feet
If only i would be the sunset that ........
Or the night that holds your dreams, so you’d ever cherish me
But I am only me, my love, and you love me for who I am.


AUTHOR: TIM WIDEMAN WAINANINA @2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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A JACK OF ALL


My name is Broom
I sweep your trash and your children’s filth,
Mop your vomit on the polished marble
And your wife’s piss on the waxed wood
Where you lay yester night, belching from bloat,
Pregnant with drink and foreign smoke.

My name is Carwash,
Your limo is clean and the hood all waxed
The black jaguar is, the pink Ferrari is revving!
Julia daughter must speed off to school!
And Jimmy boy must rush that tender.
Mama, your Benz in a minute! One more snore!

My name is Chauffer,
To this gossip meeting and that women’s workshop
She needs to learn how to tend her own husband
And that from a bachelorette and a serial divorcee
“Do as I say not as I do but if you must, do as I do!”
The women laugh, high fives, and money flies.

My name is Cook,
Oh midday it is! How soon! Where’s my breakfast?
Wait, the cat is meowing, the bulldog needs bone
Madam is calling, gossip luncheon is due
The workers are cursing, their lunch is overdue!
Utensils need scrubbing and the lamb needs chopping.

My name is Shambaboy
The lawn needs mowing and these weeds, oh my!
The kennel needs cleaning and the bitch must bathe
This sty is stinking but the cows need milking
Where is my breakfast? Oh it’s evening already!
The Boss is hooting but the sprinkler needs moving!


My name is Yaya
School is over; Julia’s boy needs picking
Feeding and changing, a child’s child, this one!
Homework then supper, lullaby or bed time fables?
Mama is screaming, Yaya, my back needs scratching!
And Julia is snapping “iron the nappies, will you?”

My name is Watchman,
The night has began but my day never ended
Mind the gate! Its Friday again, VIP dinner!
Roast lamb or boiled pork, champagne or ginger tea?
A bite of air for me will do, as I yawn and hope
When the VIPs leave, for a half chewed bone. If I am lucky.


AUTHOR: TIM WIDEMAN WAINANINA @2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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"A Mother’s Cry"

Why do you cry, and startle the women,
Why does your shrill cry split the silence so!
And drown the ululation of these mothers
Who have come to hold your mother’s hand
And usher you to your second life
While your father roams the city, searching
Searching for a drink and searching for women?

Why are you so ungrateful, child,
Why do you bite my nipple and scratch my hands
These hands that hold and feed you
These hands that clothe and dress you
While your father roams the streets, working
Working the drink and working the women?

Ah! Child, are your eyes too small or the light too blinding
Do you not see the glint of the circumciser’s knife
As he cuts you and gives you a name
The name of your father’s clan
While your father roams the fields, gathering
Gathering a drink and gathering women?

Are your ears still too wet, too small perhaps,
Do you not hear the drums, hands clap and feet thumping
The soloist’s climax and the chorus of your kinsmen
Praising your mother and your father’s clan
While your father roams the country, dancing
Dancing with drink and drunken women?

Why do you kick like a restless donkey,
And clench your fist tightly like one holding a stone
Are your fists not too small to clasp, your muscle too supple to throw?
Will you also hit me and kick me
While your father roams the earth, hitting,
Hitting on drink and hitting on women?

Why do you cry and shame me, child,
Will you not grow tall, and strong
And hold my back when my spine is gone
When these limbs grow old and shaky
Will you not guide me to my death bed
While your father roams the earth, dying
Dying with drink and dying of women?

Author: Tim Wideman Wainaina

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Its a hardly discussed topic- Plight of Street Families, across the world. In Nairobi, there are over 50,000 street children living in deprolable conditions. A staggering 300,000 more living around the country. With such fugures, the number of children addicted to glue has the potential to be astronomically high.

It is easy to forget children; they won’t raise a militia, they won’t vote you out of office, they won’t affect general productivity if they die their small deaths in their filthy slums. This is what happens when families cannot cope and governments cannot or will not react; society accepts that children and their potential are allowed to wither away, drugged, abused, uneducated, unloved and forgotten.

In the following poem "The Street Laughter" Timothy Wideman Wainaina captures the imagination and plight of a street child who is not only lamenting but in a personal crisis trying to find his/her place in the society. Though I have never meet Tim Wideman, his poetry style captured my attention as you will find in the poem. Due to the humor and metaphor soo evident in the poem, I have changed its title from "Who Am I?" to " Street Laughter" with the authors permission.

Commentary by: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA.



THE STREET LAUGHTER
Am I the child of man,
That my uncircumcised shoulders
Should bear the burden of a man
My tender heart crucified
By endless quests for love?


Am I the child of woman,
That though still a virgin
My body has become a hive
Where drones hum and fuss
And only steal my honey?

Am I the child of beast,
That rogue dogs claw at me
And bark in hateful affection
While we grope for a stale piece
Discarded by a bloated glutton?

Am I the child of jungle
That the sun prides in roasting my back,
And morning frost in chewing my limbs,
As the rains pounds my bare head
And launders these tatters that gird my loins?

Am I the child of all
That you spit and curse and hit me
When I beg for a coin for a plate
Or a penny for a bottle at the cobbler’s
And kill me with the look of an eye?

Am I the child of none
That none should love me,
And ever wonder who bore this shame
This being with neither home nor kin
Whom am I?

(This is the lamentation –in monologue- of an unwanted child trying to find a place in a society in which he/she finds himself/herself out of place, uncared for, harassed and abused). All rights reserved to Author: Tomothy Wideman Wainaina.
You can reach him on: [email protected] or his blog at Wideman World

Copyright Timothy Kiarii Wainaina 2010.(Wideman)

This is just another example of what crushing poverty will do to the priorities of a family, a government and a society. While Kenya is not the poorest African countries

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FOR A MOTHERS LOVE

Mom

Sometimes I lost the sunshine
That used to be my shepherd
In this world of calamities
That robbed my maternal love
I keep wondering why:
You left me; in this chaotic world
A burden to the society
That cant give the ultimate rest


Mom, who is worth your smile
In those golden days
Of cheap expensive advices
That washed bleakness of
My life like Jesus washes sins


But, I met a glimmer of hope
An angel, whose rays;
Washed my unhappiness
And brought a wave of passion
That reverberates my peace
Of tones of happiness

AUTHOR
(C) 2003 Joseph Kariuki

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Last year (on 27th November 2009) as i was celebrating my birthday..... i just thought about the millions around the world who were not as happy i as i was. Right here in Kenya...thousands of my kinsmen were in dilapidated tents even as heavy rains continued to ponder most parts of the country. This lone imagination made me think about the Untold Stories of children suffering in Iraq, Southern Sudan deaths, rape in Congo, IDPs in Kenya, Aborigines in South Africa, the thousands homeless Americans, the abused women in Saudi Arabia, the suffering Monks in Tibet, the AIDS victims in Siera-Leon, victims of Kony in Uganda the minority in Russia, and the millions of vulnerable people across the world.....! All suffering and facing death in their darkest and forgotten worlds. This provoked me to write the following poem that i must admit is shallow but talks a million words about this near hell stories.

As Kenya celebrates it second liberation, TWO HOURS BEFORE joins the party but nevertheless reminds the world of the other untold clandestines that threatens human existence. Kenya can atleast now sign a new song and a Liberty Song to be specific....however "THE LONG JOURNEY TO PROSPERITY AND POSTERITY HAS JUST BEGUN"

THE UNTOLD STORY, is a story you will love to read. It has no plot though, neither does it has characters, Its characters have no characteristics....!

THIS IS THE STORY

The untold story
The story of the past
The story of today
The story of tomorrow
The story about a story- untold

This story has no plot
Neither does it has characters
Its characters have no characteristics
Their characters already dead
It’s a utopic story.

It’s a story about everything
The story tells us nothing
No one likes telling the story
But everybody listens to it.

It’s not written anywhere
It has no narrator
Nobody knows its origin
The only story that makes one laugh
And cry at the same time

Its prologue is unending
Just like its epilogue
It’s a story about many stories
Stories about other stories

It talks about birth
It talks about death too
It’s the story about the righteous
It’s a story about the wicked

The only story about the
Past, today and tomorrow
It’s the story that compares men to beasts

This is the story about the unknown
It talks about America, China, and North Korea
The story is strange
It even mentions Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran and Israel
It idolizes Wall Street



However, the story is shy
It is the only story that misses the word
Dafur, Somalia, Tibet or even Moscow
The story does not talk about Zimbambwe
Nor does it mention DRC

It’s about rape- fathers raping their daughters
Mothers fornicating with their sons
It’s a strange story
Where characters abuse human dignity
It’s the story that compares the incomparable

The story is set in unknown country
A wonder country
Where true stories are told in whispers
They are not written
Nor sang or narrated- only in whispers
It’s a story of sorrow
A story of bewilderment
Set in illusion

AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA

(I wrote this poem on my birthday last year 27th Nov 2009)
DEDICATED TO THE SUFFERING AROUND THE WORLD


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The author of the following poem is a little known writer called George G. Karanja. Though he is not published, Karanja has written tenths of poems and he is currently writing a novel based on the Dafur conflict. All rights are reserved to the Author and this poem has been published here with his acknowledgment.

Reproduction in any form of media without prior written permission from the author is strictly prohibited. Karanja can be contacted on: [email protected] or [email protected]

THE MAN ON THE BOAT

He gazes at the silvery sea,
And struggles to bide a wee;
To look back into the dark caves
From whence he began riding the waves.

He rows the creaking fisherman boat,
The wind assailing his old coat.
Into the water he tosses the hook and the thread,
Hoping to catch a trout and break the trend

He pores over the horizon,
Searching soulful for the sign of dawn,
But grey clouds abounds, discolouring the morning light,
Pushing the sun back into the nooks of the night

He looks over there,
Beyond the mangroves of despair,
Where the graves of his dreams forms seven rows
Their spirit pushing up the daisies of woes.

He reminisces times past,
When he rode the world in howling gust
Sweeping off the strongest of trees
That sought to hinder his ways.

AUTHOR: GEORGE GAKURU KARANJA
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MONTH OF AUGUST

Back with a bang!
May be it the power of superstition?
Or you are merely a jinxed month?
Now you are back
To test the strength of our spines

The Nairobi bomb blast
Whispers death
The coup de’t
Just a spoonful

August!
Who branded you an omen?
Why are you this selfish?
Why do we cry whenever you are here?
Why?
A month of ill will
A season of fear and weeping

Whenever you approach
Women of the land weep
They cry their hearts out
Their wombs arches with fear

August, are you selfish?
Or it’s our imagination
Have we become eccentric about death?
Or we are just parochial
Each time you close in,
We are engulfed in a premonition
That we are hitting end of the road

Fear is deeply etched in our hearts
Even as we engage in spiritual warfare
Trying to arrest your jinx
Less we mourn and mourn again
August, save us the wails
As we await the next moon.

AUTHOR: MWANGI S. MUTHIORA

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. REPRODUCTION IN PART OR WHOLE WITHOUT PRIOR CONSENT FROM THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED

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This is to invite my fans and poetry lovers and especially members of TWO HOURS BEFORE to a "Spoken Word Poetry Event" tomorrow at Paa Ya Paa Art Gallery, Nairobi starting 2:30pm to 6pm. Paa ya Paa on Ridgeways Road, Off Kiambu road next to Ridgeways Boys Academy.


Two Hours Before shall be performing the poems...... 'When I Am Gone', 'Return Of The Foetus' and my other captivating poem 'A Woman's Meat' Other poems include the sensational 'Letter To My Father', The Midnight Visitor', 'Appear Tonight', 'The Wrong Turn' and the horror poem....'The House Of Pain'

Guest artist-poet, is America's renounced poet and educator Lottie E. Porch who is currently an adjunct professor at New York University. For over thirty years Ms. Porch has shared her talents in the realms of performing arts, written word, and cultural education. Whether she is acting on stage, publishing written works, teaching students in an African village, or singing a late night set at a jazz club – Lottie Porch brings her creativity to all aspects of her life and work.

The event will enable Kenyan poetry lovers to sample some Spoken Word from this amazingly multi-talented lady. It will also be an opportunity for Lottie to hear what Kenya has to offer in Poetry and Spoken Word.

Also present at the event is Kenya's sensational Poet, Njeri Wangari, who is the Author of the book 'Mines & Minds Fields'. Njeri, my fellow blogger and poet is an IT expert and one of the newest 'spoken word' artist in the country. She runs the Art blog called Kenyan Poet

Entertainment shall be lead by Grand Master Masese. Other performing poets includes Rhoda Jura, Mwangi S. Muthiora, Wario Helena, Bernard Muhia, Valentine Kamau and Denis Ikwa.

ENTRY IS FREE..... INVITE YOUR FRIENDS

You can follow this link to see the map/ direction to Paa Ya Paa Art G Off Kiambu road Ridgeways.

Read about the Author on the February issue of Parents Magazine 2010 and read his untold story. Also Join Two Hours Before on facebook and twitter. NOTE: Two Hours Before is the fastest growing poetry blog in the country with over 27,000 visits and several reputable Reviews across the world.

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Mines & Mind Fields- My Spoken Words,
Author: NJERI WANGARI
On 16th June 2010, I received an extraordinary text message from one of Kenya's newest poetry sensation,Njeri Wangari, She was inviting me to the launch of her first poetry collection book, Mines & Mind Fields- My Spoken Words, published in Canada by Nsemia Inc. International Publishers. Though Kenyanpoet, as she is popularly known, had inspired me to start my own blog, I did not expect the author to mention me in her book especially alongside the reputable Daily Nation- Kenya's Leading Newspaper. I had learned about her blog from the DN several years ago and despite the fact that we have never meet in person, we developed a strong bond online. It was a very big surprise when I learned that my blog Two Hours Before and I were appearing on the jacket of this pulsating publication.

Going back to Mines & Mind Fields, I can only term this book as a gem in my home library. Njeri Wangari has captured both the mind and the soul of any poetry enthusiast who is by any standards looking for realism. Her work consists of a wide range of sounds and styles; free verse, traditional verse, narrative, lyric, dramatic and even experimental. In 'Maisha Ya Hawker- Life Of A Hawker', she has exhibited a very powerful voice in both style and content. In this piece of work, she focuses on the reflective power of word to inform the public and create awareness about significant issues, like police brutality, unemployment, class struggle etc, through frequently meaningful observations and vastly different poetic style.

One of the traits that makes Njeri Wangari(N.W) collection unique, is her range of themes and her use of very simple and coherent style, unlike the typical poetry of 'yester' years. Whileas all art is meant to be appreciated, the real beauty of this poetry collection is its inspiration. In some ways, all of us can relate to the topics and themes expressed in these poems which address important and often timely issues that we might otherwise ignore or suppress. In 'Fire She Said' the author captures news breaking in a very simple way. This poem conveys its own message, and provides a vehicle of expression for diverse attitudes and fresh insights.

This book appeals to a broad spectrum of poetry lovers, and forms a strong and intimate bond with any adventurous reader. From the poem '10th Daughter Of Mumbi' to Digital Hearts....Mines & Mind Fields, is just but a good read.

Mines & Mind Fields- My Spoken Words by Njeri Wangari is available in all leading bookshop in the country.

Njeri is a multi talented Kenyan poet and performer, IT specialist and Art Blogger at Kenyapoet.
The 114 paged book contains over 40 poems that explore themes on Urban Blues, Love, Identity, Traditions, Cultural changes, Exploitation and Politics among others. Njeri’s poems are mainly in English with a few in Kiswahili, Sheng and in Gĩkũyũ, making it an appealing mix to wide audiences.

For more info contact:-

Nsemia Inc. Publishers Ltd.
1011 Upper Middle Road East, Suite 1124
Oakville, Ontario, Canada L6H 5

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The following poem came into my mind after loosing a friend whom I never thought would die so soon and become forgotten. It has made me think about my own exit and how the world would behave and react to my own death. Whileas many of my fans have failed to understand why I have written about death severally, it is prudent to state that, it is possibly my greatest inspiration. I have always wanted to live each day preciously such that, in my death, my age shall tell a million stories and I shall exit smiling for the 'great achievement'.
However, this is a work of fiction and events, descriptions and plot are not necessarily true. In the meantime, TWO HOURS BEFORE has the pleasure to thank you for your continued support and various nominations to Poetry Events around the world. Asente sana!



WHEN I AM GONE

My little world shall cry and mourn
It shall probably miss my smile
My alarming sense of humour
It shall not believe that I’m gone
‘How did it happen?’
‘The man is gone?’

When I’m gone
I shall leave a dent
In the hearts of my friends
And adversaries as well
They shall cry and weep
Their tears I shall not wipe
Neither shall I end their fears

When I am gone,
They shall also speak
Others shall whisper
Many shall shout
‘He is gone,
It took him away’
Many shall chirp

When I am gone,
They shall ridicule her
She shall cry and cry
The beasts shall be mused though,
and throw a party!
The breasts they shall want to see
And who knows what else.
They shall try to console her
And make her forget me as fast

When I am gone,
I shall carry my love with me
I shall take my presence
And leave my absence
They shall lay me on cold cement
Stuff wool in my mouth, nose, and ears
And God knows where else

She shall probably burn my clothes
To erase the memories and
Keep my dairies, to remind her of the ‘man’
She shall weep and then stop weep
She shall cry and then stop cry
She shall mourn and then stop mourn
Because the ‘small man’ shall always
Remind her of the 'big man'

When I am gone,
They shall all come to say bye
Their eyes shall see differently
One eye shall only see good
The other shall see bad
One eye shall see happiness
The other shall see sadness
One eye shall see righteousness
The other shall see evil
But the ‘man’
Shall remain......
Gone!

When I am gone
There shall be all sorts of theories
It is the Steam, Tusker, or Richot Brandy!
Some shall whisper!
No! It’s the ‘big disease’,
Kweli…..! He brew all the Vuvuzelas around
And kicked all the Jabulani’s
In the neighborhood
No! he hanged himself!
No, they shot him!
No, it ran over him in town
But the man shall remain gone.

That night, after I am gone
My shell shall lay trapped
In the middle of my shamba
My pillow shall be lonely
My pajamas lifeless
For the man shall be gone

And my epitaph shall read;
'I told you I was Sick,
and

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Happy Father's day

Many of you have requested me to re-post this poem that I wrote and posted on my blog TWO HOURS BEFOREseveral months ago. Today been Fathers' Day, I have found it worthwhile to post it to all group members and possibly help us make the opinion on what kind of fathers we want to be or we are.

In the meantime, my fellow Blogger and Poet; Njeri Wangari has finally released her poetry collection book published by Nsemia Inc in Canada.

I am greatly indebted to Njeri Wangari whom despite having never met her, quoted me and my blog at the back cover(Jacket) of her book. Its such a great honour and privilege to me and all my fans on 2hrs B4 for getting such a rare mention in a book that I strongly believe shall be read world allover.

The book called Mines & Minds Fields shall be launched next Saturday at SilverBird Media Store in Nakumatte Westgate, Peponi Road @ 2.30pm. The book costs Kshs 750 and is available in all leading bookshops. Get your copy. I invite all my fans to grace this occasion and celebrate this tremendous achievement by Njeri Wangari.

The poem bellow is my real life experience. Whilst I rose above this challenges, there are thousands if not millions suffering out there because of domestic conflicts. This poem is a challenge to all of us on what kind of fathers and mothers we want to be to our innocent children. It can take a minute to become a father, but it can take you time to be the right father. Its up to you to know what your children are born of; a Father or a Man. Enjoy your read.

LETTER TO MY FATHER

Dear dad,
I don’t know what you will
Say about this,
But, I have to let you know

One: I am not dubious
You sired me- certainly
You did.
Mom can’t lie, nor cheat!
However this fact has been put to
A test,
Moreover, am not alone, we are many of us
From your own blood

It hurts to write this down,
You don’t seem to be my dad
Despite the fact that I resembles you

Dad- Father, you know…..
I detest you!
I hate you!
You did it first
The distance between the two of us
Is enormous, its growing each day
Why are you this mean?
Why is your heart this rotten?
Where did you get this cancer from?

Remember this;
When you beat my love
The many times she cried because of you
How your mistresses scolded her
They did it the way you do it.
Dad- a man called dad, recall all this,
Your brutality to innocent souls
You see why I hate you dad?
You are ballooning each day

Dad I don’t like you to say the least
I will always do
The more you hate my love
The more I hate you

I know you don’t care
But the world cares
I will tell the world
What you are,
What you breaths and what you smells
HATE!
Brutality and bitterness

Had my mom not met you,
She would be happy today
But you mean misery to her
I know non of my sisters and
Brothers would dare tell this
But, certainly they don’t like you.
Just like the way you detests each of them-me

Why did I resemble you?
Why
Fate, who is to blame?
Dad,
Mom?

I like sev

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