IT IS A DREAM.

BY PRESTON ANDIE

It is a dream... It must be a dream.... I am dreaming... Save me the sorrow ... Tell me that I am dreaming.... I have stayed long enough in this earth to differentiate between dreams and reality.... This one here issa dream... I swear it is....

It happened so quickly that I too was scared... His touch became so powerful that I too freaked out.... It was so purposely prepared... I think they had a manuscript for this event... it's shocking... Full of sorrow and trauma... I am shaking....

Tell me.... I will stop clatching my fist on your coat... I will not threatening to slap but I will punch... Tell me this results are fake... They must be fake... No they are fake....I cannot be... I am not... But how could people just hurt an innocent soul... Just for minutes of pleasure?....

I lay here in this bed reminiscing on the events of one night....One night that I was sober...One night that I decided to battle my sorrow...My worries... Father always helped me with everything... Father always stepped into my matters like Superman.....But this day no this night was different....This night was filled with awkwardness...

He came into my room with a bottle of booze... Smiling... He came into my house with food and two three more others.... Smiling... He didn't call me daughter... Infact he didn't say hello... He looked at me sat down smiling....

No no... This event look real.... Tell me they occured in my dreams.... He held my waist... Look deep inside my soul.... Thoughts reaping.... Life flashing... He is... He was supposed to be my father....He uttered...He muttered... Your eyes are burning and right now I want you....

I really wished I had legs to kick his mid area.... I wish I could talk... I could have screamed my voice my lungs dry....I wish... I was well built.... I could have knocked down...Maybe three or four out of five......But they didn't even put up a fight....

I saw him... I saw his face change... I saw him... Upwards and outwards...  I saw him going downwards and outwards... I felt him... Ifelt friction  burning my sole innocence....They did it continuously... Till I lost consciousness... I here they did it till lights burst out from the horizon.....

I woke up in a hospital bed... Bleeding.... But this isn't menses... The results... I have been infected and affected by trauma....

See I told you I was dreaming.... Father couldn't do this to me... I know him....Tell me it's a dream....And I will go home...

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SHE LOVES ME...? SHE LOVE ME NOT..?

By Preston andie 

She loves me? She loves me not? She loves me? She loves me not... Not... She loves me not.... Let me pick the right flowers that has the right scent...This Maybe will attract the be... And maybe I'll find my honey again....Let me write my poems carefully... This way I will attract a word twist and I will find my darling.....

I have a question... Why do we love the people that hurt as... And hurt those we love.... I have a question.... They say love is sweet... What aspect of love is sweet... Because in my entire life I have found heart aches...Heart break... Soul wrecks... I  want to die in style....

Maybe a plane crush while I'm in a First class flight to Malibu.....But I don't want to blame mother's for not raising their daughters well... I don't want to curse people for my mistakes... Tell me why did she do this to me..??

I know this question can only be well answered by her... But tell me... I gave her my world... She promised to heal my wounds... She promised to sew my patches.... Today I only wanted to mend the broken pieces... I wanted to waft the forgotten... Past my nose and remember to forget the scent....I wanted... But every time I built she had a pipe wrench which she used to destroy....

I loved her till my soul hurt..... I loved her till I couldn't love myself.... She was like my nose because I tell you... I would always pick on her.... She lied to me.. she lied she cheated on me... She slept outside not once twice thrice.... But she did it a number of times....

I love her fragrance... But I promise you I will not forget her.... But place her carefully inside my thoughts....Maybe somewhere she cannot break.... I love her... If I had a chance on TV I would tell with out shame... But why did she....

Was I not enough....Or she wanted to be the hero??? Was I not enough or she just wanted to play with my time and mind to see how deep I can love??

Love is my drug now.... It's found a way to destroy me....

*Love*
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FAKE.

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FAKE  ALLTHE  WAY

Like a flipped page morning comes... Slide into my fake suit and fake ties.... Then my fake shoes and an expensive fake Cologne.... Welcome to my day.... Then go to my fake job...

A fake seat and a microphone... Painted in a fake accent and a fake language..A fake smile... And a fake tone... This seems like a circus or a stage play... A fake boss... With fake heels and short skirts.... She too has a fake face... Fake name fake tone.. fake lips and eye lashes... Have everything fake even has fake names.... She is the mistress craft... The mother of all fakery...

Next to me is my company secretary.... She has a fake husband... And takes fake calls... Has a fake attitude...And infact she has a fake hate for real stuff.... Has a fake tongue and a fake touch.... Infact everything about her is fake.....

Look at the parking lot... Everything there is fake...Have fake Prados and jeep..We even have fake yellow line and parking space... One love two hates.. we have reserved spot for our fake clients.... They come like me in fake suits and fake ties... Fake shoes...And fake accent...


Some fake their anger others fake smiles... Majority fake their eye contact...And they can't spell the fake name of this company... Infact I too can't spell the name of the company...

This are our fake unskilled... People here have fake certificates and degrees.... Others are in fake schools... Others with fake families... Alot of them get money and spend it on fake liquor....They have fake stories and fake dreams.... They admire our fake lives and even go to fake churches...And pray for this fake lifestyle...And when evening comes they change their fake uniform.... And head straight to their fake homes... Where children with fake health conditions wait anxiously....

They have fake homework from fake teachers... Under a fake government this too is a fake story that I have been telling....



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SEVEN TRUTHS OF LIFE.

By Preston Andie



*1st*
Don’t let someone become a priority in your life, when you are just an option in their life. Relationships work best when they are balanced…

*2nd*
Never explain yourself to anyone. Because the person who likes you doesn’t need it and the person who doesn’t like you won’t believe it…

*3rd*
When you keep saying you are busy, then you are never free. When you keep saying you have no time, then you will never have time. When you keep saying that you will do it tomorrow, then your tomorrow will never come…

*4th*
When we wake up in the morning, we have two simple choices. Go back to sleep and dream, or wake up and chase those dreams.
Choice is yours…

*5th*
We make them cry who care for us.    We cry for those who never care for us. And we care for those who will never cry for us. This is the truth of life, it’s strange but true. Once you realize this, it’s never too late to change…

*6th*
Don’t make promises when you are in joy. Don’t reply when you are sad.
Don’t take decision when you are angry. Think twice, act once…

*7th*
Time is like river. You can’t touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again..

These are realities  of Life......

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HUGE TURN OFFS TO MEN THAT WOMEN DIDN'T KNOW.

By Preston Andie 

Just like how the ladies get irritated by guys who scratch their balls in public or belch noisily while eating in public, guys also have got some things they just can’t tolerate from the  ladies no matter how strong their attraction to them might be. So what are those habits that can easily turn a relationship with a guy sour?

Constant nagging

Guys can’t live with a woman who’s constantly on their case, lashing out complaints, pointing out their flaws without giving a care in the world how they feel. Incessant nagging from a lady waters down any good qualities she might possess and no man right in his mind will endure that.

Flirting

If your flirting skills are unveiled when you are alone with your man, no issues with that but you getting coy with other guys? Big no! As long as you are already committed to a certain guy, flirting with others will only make him trust you less and doubt you more apart from getting him insanely jealous.

Talkativeness

Girls love talking no doubt about that, however when your conversation with your man is always one-sided with you always doing all the talking. keep in mind that your affair with that man isn’t going to last, sure your man should always listen to you but when all you do is talk without  giving room for his own inputs then sister girl, you are on your own.

Immature attitude

If you think crying over little issues or throwing temper tantrums is cute I kid you not, it ain't! Your man will get turned off with your childish behavior over time.  A real man doesn’t want to be tied in a relationship with a woman who acts and behaves like a kindergarten kid.

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AM NOT SURE😯😒

AM not sure... I'm not sure of the time since I last sat on this floor... crying...I'm not sure if today the sun showed it's face... I'm not sure if the wind blew today.... I'm not sure... Im not sure if it rained today... But if it did.. it must be muddy outside....I'm not sure if my email was flocked today... I'm not sure if the visitors who we invited came and knocked at the door....I am not sure....

Why didn't this happen... Last year.. or the year before... Why didn't this happen when you were too busy... Did it have to happen just when you here... This year??

I, we had just prepared the Easter eggs... I, we had just prepared the Easter chocolates... The Easter turkey and dinner...Why papa... Did it have to be a headache....You have battled with cancer....You have battled with leukemia...And skin cancer... You have battled with pneumonia and HIV and AIDS....

But I want you here... Maybe I should ask someone with more power... Did he have to?? I want him here with me....I want just one more dinner... I want just one more breakfast and bread... Breakfast in bed.. I want one more lunch with him....

I want him to teach me his drifting skills... And that breaking thing... with my roller skates...I peep through the keyhole in your bedroom door... I see you lying motionlessly covered with your blankets and sheets...I want to write you one more poem... I want you to read that last poem I wrote about you... Wake up.. talk to me... I want to talk to you... Soul to soul... I want you to know you have died on an Easter Monday....

Hurt_surgeon2017™
*Easter Monday*

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IF ONLY. 😒

By Preston Andie 

If only you answered one more text message.... Or just pick one more call.. things would be different.... Things wouldn't have turned to what they are today.... If only you would listen to me.... Just listening to me.... I never wanted spider jumps and "crocodile-mouth"agap legs when I came..

I wanted a simple hug... I wanted to get home and feel at home... If only you stopped talking to him.... If only you stopped smiling and telling him about our problem.... Babe... If only you did one more little effort... This would be tears of joy...You loved what you love I didn't ask....

I love poetry that's my love and please don't ask....Who?? Yes that beautiful face you saw me with is about to become what you are not....If only you said..One more goodnight...And save the last piece for me... If only the internet was not an arena of your nude photography.... If only the street wasn't where money trees grew...Then babe.. this tears.....

If only  you saw..The pain behind my smile.... The tears behind my sad song thats my heart beat...If only you saw the darkness inside my soul.... The cracks and crevices within the surface of my heart....If only you said I more little thing.....

I haven't deleted your pictures yet.... I will not... I haven't deleted the messages you sent.... The songs? They are still in my phone.... But babe....All these... All these babe.... I find comfort in sad songs... I find home in tears and pleasure in darkness....

A friend asked if you come back.... Will I call you babe....I smiled and said I don't answer stupid questions.....If you read this I'll be in the middle of tornado catrina

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HIM & SINGLE.

By Preston Andie 

He is single, and you wish he isn't, because every time you talk to him, and you see how much awesomeness is packed into one guy who is single, you can't help but wish that you were his. In fact, he subtly infers that you can be his, and you want to, but you can't, because you are in a relationship. 

Your boyfriend is cool, you liked him for this. But suddenly, you start to want something a little more than just cool. Something more spicy...something more interesting than the safety of "cool." Something like HIM. 

You think of him all day and talk with him all night. You try to convince yourself it's nothing. He's just a friend after all. He's just a friend, yet when he gives another girl the attention he gives to you, your heart starts to race like a horse whose stable just caught fire.

'This is trouble', your heart tells you. 'Nah, it's nothing. I just like his personality,' you tell yourself. But deep down inside of you, you know your heart is right, you just wish it isn't. 

The longer with him you linger, the tasteless your relationship becomes. Your boyfriend— the same guy that sent your brains juggling in excitement the first time he put his lips on yours— suddenly becomes some other guy in the way of your happiness. When you hear the message tone in your phone, you leap forward to grab it, hoping it's him, the other guy. But it isn't him. It's your boyfriend who texted, so you hiss. Then you wonder why, why you suddenly want to talk to him more that you want to talk to your boyfriend. It is then you realise that subconsciously, you heart has helped you set your priorities. 

Suddenly, you start to find faults with your boyfriend. Suddenly everything he does gets at you. Suddenly he's no longer as cool as he used to seem. Suddenly you start to get irritated at how insecure and vulnerable he is. Suddenly you start to realise that your relationship is about to crash...and strangely, you are happy about it. Long things short, he leaves you— your boyfriend. He says he's had enough, so he walks away. But he doesn't walk away completely. He walks away, but stays just behind the door, hoping that you will realise what you did and call him back, but you don't. You let him go, because freedom at last. 

Relieved of the burden of a boyfriend, you are now single, just like him. Now, you no longer see the obstacle that hinders you from leaping into his arms.  You text him eagerly— "It's over. We are no longer together. He left me." Yes, you add a tone of sobriety, for his empathy. He empathises though, too much infact. 

"Why don't you work things out?" He asks. 

"Nah nah,let him go, I won't beg." You say, gleefully. 

"But, no. Seriously, try to work things out with him."

His insistence suddenly puts you in an awkward position. You start to question everything. Is he insane? Doesn't he want you? Didn't he like you anymore? 

What you didn't know, was that he is single only because he made himself so. What you didn't know was that he is not one for commitments, so he stays away from relationships of his own while he feeds on attention from women who are in relationships with other people. It is then you realise that you just made yourself single to be with a guy who prefers to remain single. Because as long as he remains single, he remains in the market, and as long as he remains in the market, he is going to attract people like you, who have lost value for what they have over what they want from somewhere else. 

You realise that he needs you to be in a relationship with someone else while he tortures you with his charms, that way he can feed off you without owing you any commitments. 

So you just call your boyfriend and try to make up with him. But he tells you to go fuck yourself, because your boyfriend waited in vain for you to come back when he needed you the most but you just weren't there for him and he start consoling himself that he lost you and so he gave up on you. 

So before quiting on your relationship think twice because of what you'll loose instead love your guy and make the best out of it.

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THINGS WOMEN PERSEVERE ABOUT MEN.

By Preston Andie 

If you haven't had a nightmare recently, simply walk into a Bachelor's bedsitter.

A typical scenario. There is a strange brown liquid in one of the sufurias_ in its more civilized form, we call it Tea. A quick peep under his bed reveals there's enough dust to start a maize plantation. Just next to his bedis yet another sufuria  with last week's ugali-somehow, a gumboot slipped and landed into this sufuria. Yech! 

You get the picture? His place is a disaster. Unfortunately man and woman somehow have to work out how they are going to live together. Since you vowed to stick to him "fir better or for worse" you decided to clean up the *mess* described above. 

Despite house training their men, women still have to put up with three nasty habits that men will never... and i quote "NEVER" ever let go of_ until the day they are planted
 6 feet under the ground. 

1.BURPING

Have you ever looked at how a typical Kenyan man eats...? The minute you put a plate full of food before him, conversations stops. He continues to gobble the dish in front of him at the blinding speed of 18 spoonfuls a minute. 5 minutes later, the plate is so clean that you could swear it came straight from the supermarket. 

The guy then proceeds to gulp down a glass of water before letting out a big loud BUUUURP!!. 

2.PICKING OF THE NOSE. 

What obsession do men have with cleaning their noses? Hardly a minute passes by before he sticks his finger into his nostrils to see if there is something to dig out. Usually there is, some black wrinkled and dried mucus. He then looks at the disgusting substance on his index finger as if he's made some important scientific discovery - before plugging his finger into the other nostrils to dig out some more of the "DARK MATTER". 

3.FLATULENCE

Flatulence is the English work for kushuta. That's right! That foul smelling air that comes from you-know-where. What is the difference between male and female bodies that makes men more affected by this problem.
Eating habits, my friend. ladies are delicate eaters_they are more concerned about what and how they eat than men. Men couldn't care less.

 The minute their stomach are "empty", they get their hands on whatever edibles are close. Perhaps this is in-built in men during boarding school;where you have to dash to  the dining hall, have lunch in the space of 15 minutes.
 

This habit never leaves the guy 10 years, 1 wife and 4 kids later.
No wonder men are hard to change. 😎

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MARRIED IN SCHOOL BUT SINGLE AT HOME.

By Preston  Andie 

Welcome to  campuses🏢 where little girls🙇‍♀ are practising 'wifely👰 functions'!

Just visit the boys'👱 hostels and you would be disappointed to find out that it is now common for a girl👩 to live in with a course mate.

It is now common for her lover❤ to give her the popular compliment 'you look sexy my gal'😋 and she would gladly reply 'thank you honey' with a flirty voice and a romantic smile.😍
Who is her lover?

A 300 level student whose CGPA is barely up to 1.78! And they are aiming for the next best couple💑 award🏅 for the session by the departmental association. So, the girl need to live in with him to prepare along.

What nonsense! It seems that some girls suddenly loose their senses immediately they gain admission.

I've seen that some of them have no more sense of caution, *honour* and *dignity.*

They would change their wardrobes and acquire a new set of make ups💄👛 just to look ~'campussy'~ and ~sexy~ enough for the guys.

In months, they would start sleeping around with *little boys*. I mean boys who collect pocket
money from their uncles!

Dirty boys who most of the time are infected with *_sexually transmitted diseases._* Hey! I want you to know
that you were sent to school to obtain a degree🎓 not a disease😷.

The campus is called a school;
school not sex! You are on campus to receive *education* not *ejaculation*.
You are here to master the use of a pen✍ not the pleasures of a penis👎.

Wake up girl! Do some thinking. Your future is greater than the 'best couple award'.

You cook for a boy you are more intelligent than.
You give your virginity to a boy who will definitely leave you after graduation🎓.

You play wife to a boy who cannot even care for himself.
Oh, you have given too much. Enough! Open your eyes👀!

Can't you see you're being foolish?

You are passing through the fears of unwanted pregnancies yet you are opening your legs👙 to a coward who cannot stand before your father👴.

_And when you eventually gets pregnant, he would brutally advise you to abort it and you would timidly agree; then face the consequences later. What a shame!_

*You may master the use of condoms but you can't master the punishment of your conscience.*

Don't you know you are bringing shame to your family👨‍👩‍👧‍👧?

Don't you know that you are cursing your mother👵 by accepting to sleep with a boy *(not even a man)* without her consent?

I cautioned a girl against sleeping around and she replied *"Ali, I don't sleep around; its only one boyfriend I have and am faithful to him".* What impunity! That's classified *harlotry*. And don't you know that sleeping with a man without your father's blessings is bringing a curse to your future?

What happened to your cultural values?

Somewhere in your heart you know he would use you and dump you; so why are you setting up yourself for a heartbreak?

I want to remind you that you are a lady and one day you may get married. And your husband would know that you are such a dirty bitch who sleeps with anything on trousers.

*The greatest gift a lady would give to her husband on the wedding night is her virginity less lost it out of (rape) not the certificate of best couple of the year on campus!*

The other gifts for the rest of her life are her care and character not her curves and complexion!

Real men know this; so, get it
screwed in!

Those treacherous boys would call you 'sexy'😋 and you would answer? Oh, sorry!

They touch your breast and you would smile😊?

They would ask you out and you would oblige? Oh, you are indeed a mistake.

Am not saying that you should be rude or never live a 'social life' but I want you to think deeper than you are currently doing.

I want to turn your attention back to your books.
You are not in school for breast exhibition. So, pay less attention to those boobs👙 and give more attention to your books!📚 You are not in school for cat walking show. You are rather here to show us the dignity of womanhood. You are here to prove to us that you are costly.

So, why make yourself so cheap?

😔I am writing this with both love❤ and pain😫 in my heart and that's why am sounding stern😡.

*_I know about two girls now that have been living with their boyfriend since year one and as it is now they can't even even count how many abortions they had for that same boy at sch bae it's now like a normal thing to them, the last one she did almost took her life and that made her bleed for 4months, imagine how you do feel with ordinary 4 days of menstruation left alone living with it for months.._*

As a matter of fact one of them have damaged her fallopian tube due to excessive use of contraceptives she has taken to prevent pregnancy.

I want you to look beyond now and think of what advise you would give your own daughter when you become a mother. I hope I have not offended you... If I have, please repent.

*To the decent girls😍 I have seen on campus: do not be swayed by these evil. Be consistent and keep celebrating your purity👍. I am always proud of you. And God is more proud of you👼.

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PAPA

By Preston Andie 

I visited your grave today... It was filled with cacti and thorns... It was bushy from overgrown grass and messy from the untrimmed lavenders....It was scary.... Separated from all humanity and the dead of your kind.... It was flocked with crows... The cross and the tombstone are cracked but still intact....


At the sight of your demice.... A lively smile cracks... Though a feeling of nostalgia strikes.... I miss you but the scars on my body depicts otherwise.... I have been writing still... All the bad you did... I still mourn on the loss of my innocence to my father.... A friend a home... In you....


Tears roll.. I wrote a poem when you were being buried... I didn't send you with honor..  there is no honor in such a monster like you... I hope you rot in hell... I hope you burn and suffer till the end of times.... I hope even when I pray for your forgiveness you shall not be forgiven... I am not family....


I read your eulogy on the news paper.... The claim I am your first daughter... Wake up from this slumber... Come tell them the truth.... Who was I to you?? Tell them you enjoyed long tiresless nights in between my legs... Tell them of how you scolded me... Tell them about your second wife that's me.....


I wrote another poem for you... I wrote how much I loved you... And how much I wanted you to change.... Take this rose and card know that you were the rock I wanted... I lied to everyone.... But I knew the truth... I love you daddy... Why didn't you become the daddy I Wanted...I cursed you...


Don't curse my actions of burning your graveyard... This crows mourn you... I don't.... Gree Abraham Lincoln and Shakespeare for me...Tell the world war heroes that they are still heroes in my dreams...


Papa.... This smoke emanating from your graveyard is my forgiveness sign... Goodbye...Papa



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TAG MY BEST FRIEND 

By Preston Andie 

Tag my bestfriend this when you done... Tag my bestfriend because when I made this decision he did not know.... Tag my bestfriend please... I know he will hate me... But he might hate you more... I believe in love at first sight that's why I will not fight... I love you but he loves you more...

Love... Listen here... Listen to the sad song... That's my heart beat... Listen to the sad lyrics that's is my blood... Slowly and rythmically making an orchestra of painful songs.... You should know that I am not the type to give up the fight easily.... But love... This are matters affairs of the heart...

Tag my best friend... When you are done with this... Tag him because... He will make me cry more when he hears this from me... He will yell and his heart will break into a thousand pieces.... But he doesn't feel like I do.... Im giving you up... I am the one who's nights are plain pictures of nostalgia... I am the one whose nights and days has no difference... Insomnia... I am the one love... Not him....

Tag my best friend since he will not find me to tell... By the time you finish reading this... The train will be in on its way to Harare... Or maybe Addis Ababa.... Somewhere far where they will hear and see me for the first time.... Create a complex expression... Maybe die and never step on the soil of my ancestors....

Tag my best friend.... Tag him for one more reason... He will find ways to tell my father.... Love... You are my start... The apple of my eye... But when it comes to love... My soul warns... I feel dragged to hell... Burnt deep beneath my skin... Scartched incoherently just on the surface of my soul.... And the deep corner of my heart....Tag my best friend....


And let his reply come by the wind.... I love you but, I cannot have you....I promise never to love anyone apart from you.... And my promise shall remain.... Love him with all your might... I am tired of games.....


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UNSATISFIED VOWS

  By Preston Andie. 

"I voted for the first time in 2013. My decision to vote for Jubilee was largely based of their promise to transform kenya, as clearly captured in their 2013 manifesto: create 1 million jobs annually, provide free Wi-Fi spots across the country, lower unemployment, grow the economy by double digits, unite our nation, improve our schools, provide better working conditions for our policemen, improve our security, fight corruption, among many things.

Also being a Kikuyu, I bought into the Jubilee's narrative that the PM, Kimundu as President Uhuru likes to call him, was using ICC to eliminate competition for the presidential elections after Uhuru told us that Raila forced Kibaki to fire him from the ministry of finance. It was therefore an easy decision on who to vote for. I voted for Jubilee.

It's been over 4 years since then. I don't regret voting for Uhuru then because I believe that my vote contributed to the end of his cases at the ICC.

I am sad and disappointed though, that after the end of his cases, President Kenyatta has never done anything to improve the lives of people around me.

President Uhuru has been to my town about 5 times. On those occasions, all he keeps telling us is how Raila is bad. Since I had no much information about Raila, I went out to seek information on my own.

I found out that Raila stood by SK Macharia when Moi was out to close his TV and Radio network; I found out that Raila stood with Kuguru when the government tried to close his businesses; I found out that Raila defended Master Mind tobacco when the government was fighting it; I found out Raila intervened in UK to have them lift the Miraa barn. All these businesses are owned by Kikuyus. If Raila didn't like Kikuyus, why would he fight for them?

On politics, I found out Raila said Kibaki tosha, airlifted him to London and paid his hospital admission fees. He campaigned for him until they won the elections of 2002. He has nominated and appointed numerous Kikuyus, who latter abandon him.

Based on my research, I begun to question the motivation behind President Uhuru Kenyatta demonizing Raila.

President Uhuru has had the opportunity to improve our lives; tackle corruption; create jobs, improve the working conditions of our policemen; improve our security situation; tackle unemployment; tackle rising inflation; but he did not. The best way the president would have made Raila irrelevant was by fulfilling his election promises, but he hasn't.

I know the president and his surrogates will return here and urge me to defend Uthamaki as a Kikuyu.

But I like the president to know that I, my relatives, or my neighbors have not benefited directly or indirectly from his government: we buy goods at the same price point our brothers from Nyanza does; we suffer the same effects of higher inflation.

As a Kikuyu, I will be voting Jubilee out. And I know many Kikuyus who will. Our voting decision is dictated by our own economic situation, which is different from those that have directly benefited from the corruption of this government."

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HEART CRAFT

  By Preston Andie 

-Love of permissive will. 

Craft me.... Please craft me.... Wipe the extent of blood spills, rot and hate from the epicenter of my existence...Like an artist... Draw the raws and columns ...In straight and wavy lines.... Ensure the fringes of dark and bright bands exist......


These are the words you told me... This are the words... You uttered to your wordsmith.... You told me like a metal you wanted to beated to shape.... I did... I sculpted you.... From the dusts of situ....  I openly declared my marrital status..... Occupied by the jaws of your existence.....

I was everything.... You wanted love.... What changed... I was the supplemets of happiness....I was the crow of atmost pleasure.... I was the creame dela creame.....I was the bird that flew with out wings.....I wrote to you my last letter....

Ever wondered.... What happens to happily ever after?? When the happily part is destroyed by greed and poor judgements.... Ever wondered what happens if you walk out with out saying why...

This is what is created.... A broken, whimper, with tearing eyes..... And ripped apart soul..... Tell me do you blame me for not loving but killing lovers????


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HEART KILLEEN 

By preston_andie 

I promise I'll not kill myself.... I promise I'll not make my mother cry, my brother frown... I promise I'll not... Infact I promise I'll always be here with you.... I am not going to united States or China...

But my heart is aching.... I thought my poems taught you the value of loyalty... I hate you already... I hate your absence and presence I know it.... Don't let him go because of me.. don't let him cry tears of pain... Love hurts.. love pricks like the stinging nettle.... Love is a bitch....

I gave you the world... You were my antidote... The presence of my absence... I loved you.. from your toe to your longest hair strand....But iam not the one....If you love each other....Stop lying to me...

I don't know if you have me in mind.... I don't know if I am the one you please to meet... I don't know if I possess your dreams like you do to mine...

I wish people were like notes... I can lift them to the light to know who is real and who is fake... I would scratch their faces... To see whose will peel off... I will...Take them to test....

I love you.... I'm might be drunk but I do love you... I might be drunk but I care about you.....But babe.... I hate the shape triangle.... I hate you and your boyfriend... Painful right.... But good bye love.... Till we meet again...

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