Kariuki Michael

They trudge on twos yet they are  crippled Outward appearance exquisit and dirty souls Our friendship is not held by banana fibres They claim,for thirty cents they'll sell you Pious listening to the vehement preacher  Devil incarnate while living their lives I love you more than you can imagine They whisper It is deep loathe they harbour in their hearts Huge smiles when they are in your presence Malicious lies and jibes in your absence 'I dont know what i'd do without you' It is your fall they waiting to celebrate Gigantic eyes have you but cannot see Elephantic ears which cannot hear  Brains which cannot contemplate And discover the insincerity in modern Friendship See ye all hence Listen thou forthwith Retract Judge

  The title of the book is gotten from a line in Robert Frost's poem "Promises To Keep". Dr. Tom A. Dooley is a great admirer of the American poet's works and the poem happens to be one of his favourites. The title is hence metaphorical,symbolizing a sleep deeper than sleep,death. What would you do if you knew your days were numbered,perhaps a year or less than that? What would it feel trying to fight death by working yourself out before the clock stops ticking? Would you devote your last days to a holiday in a cosy place or would you rather serve humanity till illness incapacitates you? Dr. Thomas A. Dooley is a young,tall,lean handsome Navy Doctor,who has recently been awarded a Legion of Merit for the part he played singularly in the U.S.A Navy's heroic peacetime operation "Passage To Freedom" in Indo-China.   The Biography has been compiled by close associates of Dr. Tom,those who worked with him and related with him on a daily basis. They all have o...

 Hello Darkness,my old friend You are reckless,lost and found You're thoughtless,just as the wind Blowing loneliness,at night unbound At night i lie awake,in the morning i am tired Embracing you like,a long lost lover 'turned With love which i take,you being welcomed To torture and bake,me in pain untold  You look lonely,they exclaim oftenly I am partially,but prefer silence only To be manly,i behave appropriately As it is likely,to be miscontrued easily I love you my solitude,treasuring you darling But please sit aside,let me enjoy life learning I will take a stride,a leap to the nice ending Let me please abide,with happinness darling

 Young and promising they were But the government is at war With anyone walking a dream Woe unto mother's tears stream Battered on the head and body The government tried fool everybody That the two brothers were fugitives Woe unto mother's tears stream An Engineer and lawyer lost same day No mask therefore a huge price to pay Two lives equated to a ten shillings price Woe unto mother's tears stream  Judgement day;put them on one side And the politician and the police aside Let them burn as the brothers watch And the mother's tears will be avenged.

    Shaggy hair that looked like ropes used in an old garage to pull vehicles,dirty and oily,torn trousers with a banana fibre which served as a belt or when he tried,a rope he stole from his mother's favourite goat Maara,a slipper and a shoe on either foot and a patched t-shirt was Kabutu's best look. His face was somewhere between that of a person who used to be brown and handsome but years of suffering and eating from the bins had transformed and eroded the beauty greatly but still,women would be heard commenting "Kabutu was very handsome before  he....". On many days, a skunk and a male goat would have sat down to take notes on how to smell like hell from Kabutu.   When he was born a horde of Kikuyu women came to celebrate his birth in what is commonly know as 'gucuugia mwana' and his mother had lots to do during that ceremony trying to hide the child's beautiful face lest some envious woman sees him and casts a spell...

  ' Out of Africa ' by Karen Blixen is a novel written by a Danish author and settler;Blixen,while she is in kenya and still runs her 6000 acres of land at the foot of Ngong hills,in present day Karen estate. In the farm she grows coffee on about six hundred acres of land upon which the natives work for one hundred and eighty days per year and earn twelve shillings in a month.Before reading the text,i had somewhat an established prejudice and misconception about what the book talks about (themes)and Blixen's relation with the natives.  I had been told by a critic that,Blixen paints a picture in the novel where there exists a hierarchy of beings starting with God at the pinnacle of this hierarchy,Whites come in second,other races such as the Somalis and Coastal Arabs third,animals and nature fourth and the natives are at the bottom of the barrel. This criticism is however dismantled when i read the text with a critics eye, detached from the text and immersed in the authors w...

'Go to school' they said, 'a good life awaits' Numerals and alphabets since year four Till we could recite them off our heads And still we got nothing to show for it Secondary was even harder with bullying We trudged though and mastered equations We balanced 'em with our lives unbalancing And still we got nothing to show for it ''You will have all the freedom in Campus'' We got it in larger quantities than expected Qualified we to graduate with distinctions And we still got nothing to show for it 'Be creative and start a business' they tell me The registrar of businesses awaits his share I am struggling to feed myself forget his 'tea' And we still got nothing to show for it I am now happily employed i convince self Awaiting my salary administered in lil doses Two thousands,three,and 'next week' a times And we still got nothing to show for it Enough is Enough! I set the certs on fire It would have been better if i never schoole...