tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66697127671518710512024-03-13T18:32:15.010+03:00Mstari Wa Nne"In the beginning was the word, Mstari Wa Nne.Mstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-85589907434680151792011-03-11T17:46:00.000+03:002011-03-11T17:47:36.423+03:00Real Fakeit is a materialistic...hedonistic world that we live in<br /><br />where you are deemed cool by the money in your wallet<br /><br />by the clothes you wear and the places you hang out<br /><br />by the company you keep..by the neighborhood you live in<br /><br />you try REAL hard putting up appearances...you live your life FAKE<br /><br />maintaining an expensive lifestyle...trying to keep up with the Jones'<br /><br />constantly in rent arrears..lacking bus fare...can't pay the bills<br /><br />but must be seen on the party scene...doing anything to fit in<br /><br />dancing...not because you enjoy the music<br /><br />but really out of the need to be seen<br /><br />passing judgment on others yet you got your own flaws<br /><br />with your many imperfections you think you are the epitome of perfection<br /><br />you are not the sun...the world doesn't revolve around you<br /><br />you see..unlike the sun you do not radiate warmth and light<br /><br />you are cold and dark to those you say are not in your class<br /><br />you've got class...acting class..where they teach you how to fake it<br /><br />to put appearances..be pretentious...insincere...dishonest<br /><br />take a long hard look at yourself...look at what you've become<br /><br />manipulative...cold hearted...self centered<br /><br />maybe if you humbled yourself...swallowed your pride<br /><br />and got rid of your air of self importance and arrogance<br /><br />got to see the world through the eyes of others<br /><br />you would really say how you feel...<br /><br />you would be open about your situation<br /><br />you wouldn't go through the motions<br /><br />you wouldn't be a REAL FAKEUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-60842056694415465382011-03-08T08:48:00.001+03:002011-03-08T08:48:43.255+03:00Made in EdenThe Master of the Universe could have chosen seeds,<br />petri dishes or even magic, but He chose the miracle of you.<br />He could have continued His creation, the sleeping and<br />removing of ribs, but He made His future in you.<br /><br />He chose man for life and woman for the continuation of<br />that man's life. You are the challenge to be cherished forevermore.<br />How God's man could live without you or even say that he could<br />do without you is beyond me and all sense of time.<br /><br />You cannot . . . we cannot . . . I cannot be replaced,<br />displaced or mistaken for something that I am not<br />when we were broken down into numbers, formulas,<br />figures and phenomenon in a place called Heaven.<br /><br />Centuries prove that we are the ones who brought<br />us here to stay. Had it not been for bodies like yours and mine<br />Adam's seed would have died in Eden, and who knows<br />what God's next idea would have been. Who knows?<br /><br />But you were chosen for life, and you have given back<br />to the universe what was proposed. You have bridged<br />a gap. You have opened a door. You have created<br />life; four little letters became ten little fingers and toes.<br /><br />It is a shady destiny to fulfill not knowing what the end<br />will be. It's a giving back to the Giver in hopes and prayers<br />that He will touch souls and direct paths.<br />Life is a troubled thing to bear, and we have borne it.<br /><br />It's a simple reflection in a so-called complex world, and<br />why? We have taken the simple things and built mountains<br />that keep us from pressing on. The four-letter word has<br />been complicated, mistaken, halted and reformed by men.<br /><br />A candle was lit in Eden. A circle was formed there, and<br />we are the most important means to something that never ends.<br />We shed the light of love by bringing miracles to life each time<br />we cross that predestined threshold of motherhood.<br /><br />Perhaps it's why we think of flowers, fresh fruit and sweet smelling scents<br />when we think of mothers of sons and daughters. It's a beautiful<br />thought, but I really think it was all about Adam waking up from<br />a deep sleep and seeing before him the continuation of life.<br /><br />He saw you. He saw me. He saw us<br />with all the glory God could give the world in a woman, the continuation<br />of life. I hope that he told God thank you. I hope that he<br />recognized woman as God's purpose for the promise of life.<br /><br />You were chosen to bear a burden that only you could bear.<br />And you were chosen to hear words and cries that only you,<br />as a mother, could hear and respond to with your touch, your telling<br />and your tenderness of heart. You were made in Eden to last forever.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-79078845845311259112011-03-08T08:44:00.000+03:002011-03-08T08:47:47.398+03:00WomanShe is every ounce of<br />"strength, courage and wisdom"<br />in trace amounts of man<br />and -isms<br /><br />She is the effervescence of life:<br />dignity, destiny, faith in our fathers,<br />love, light,<br />hope for tomorrows<br /><br />She is the seed of prosperity<br />bringing forth virtuous fruit<br />faith, charity, resilience<br />and truth.<br /><br />She is the dawn<br />of every tomorrow<br />she speaks peace<br />to every sorrow<br /><br />She is woman<br />for God's man<br />She is the chosen<br />by His handUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-35922733140955790812011-02-28T19:15:00.000+03:002011-02-28T19:19:09.290+03:00Nitazidi kuongeanitazidi kuongea<br /><br />kwa sababu nikiongea<br /><br />mababu wangu huongea<br /><br />wale washupavu walionitangulia<br /><br />zile sauti zilizoshindwa kuongea<br /><br />wazalendo wangu wanaongea<br /><br />jamii yangu inaongea<br /><br />wale niliowajua na wale sikuwajua<br /><br />wale ambao ninaweza kuwafikiria<br /><br />lakini cha mhimu<br /><br />roho yangu inaongea<br /><br />utu wangu unaongea<br /><br />ndoto zangu zinaongea<br /><br />sifa yangu inaongea<br /><br />mambo mengi sana<br /><br />kwa hivyo nitaendelea kuongea<br /><br />nitazidi kuongeaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-20158924409126349422011-02-25T16:46:00.000+03:002011-02-25T16:47:45.634+03:00Crying...<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Tired of all these wounds of love<br />that I inflicted on myself...holding on to you love<br />trying to make you see how much I love turned in to a war<br />I’ve never been one to let go…always believed in holding on<br />gaining my strength from trials, temptations and tribulations<br />being away from you my love…that’s too much for me<br />I no longer have a passion for the things I used to love<br />I’m gutted by thoughts of losing you<br />I'll be broken if I lose you<br />until time bring u home again<br />this is what I'll do<br />you see…when I’m alone…I sit in the house…all by myself</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;">crying…these tears that I shed are the trail to bring you back to my heart</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> crying…they say a mans own tears can make him strong</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> crying…sitting around here…waiting for you to love me again</span></div>Mstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-57218442414589999172011-02-18T09:35:00.001+03:002011-02-18T09:41:17.112+03:00One Kenya<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSVL3nlAKyLdDyLJlvWugk0Ig18z_n0q17sMvLC1JdDz8Ps7ujl3zKiFuPYVoFlyLtSi1zUVHbHcslepEv8vv3fhXOAvdkPMMrfkybPe3lOLGMHUackYQPJu6VmKwWJ4oD6WS_VU4YUg/s1600/One+Kenya.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSVL3nlAKyLdDyLJlvWugk0Ig18z_n0q17sMvLC1JdDz8Ps7ujl3zKiFuPYVoFlyLtSi1zUVHbHcslepEv8vv3fhXOAvdkPMMrfkybPe3lOLGMHUackYQPJu6VmKwWJ4oD6WS_VU4YUg/s400/One+Kenya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574915095941925250" border="0" /></a><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Flashback: Feb 28 2008,BBC Reports " Kenyan President Mwai Kibaki and opposition leader Raila Odinga have signed an agreement to end the country's post-election crisis."</strong></em></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">Take me back</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">to that place where the sand meets the ocean</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">where the mountain touches the sky</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">where the rich cope with the poor</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">where the Kalenjin tolerate the Kikuyu</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">where the Kikuyu tolerate the Luo</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">where all people fuse as one</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">one country</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">one flag</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">one Kenya</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">take me back</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">to that place where boys and girls</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">have equal opportunity</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">in a working...harmonious community</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">far removed from disunity</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">free from impunity</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">a place where you and me can live in peace</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">in harmony,in symphony,in synchrony</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">appreciating our idiosynchrocies</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">a place where children have the right to education</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">,where women have the right to property,</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">where citizens are free from poverty</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">a place where you and me have different views</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">but do not condemn each other and abuse</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">on grounds of race,tribe or religion</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">let us embark on a mission</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">seek to attain our vision</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">proudly without inhibition</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">one Kenya our ambition</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">a place where there is tolerance of each other</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">respect for one another</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">tolerance is the answer to this cancer caused by violence</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">too many of our people are suffering in silence</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">why do we sit back and watch them die?</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">why do we believe in revenge..in an eye for an eye?</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">why cant we come together seek to touch the sky?</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">Take me back</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">to that place where the sand meets the ocean</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">where the mountain touches the sky</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">where all people fuse as one</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">one country</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">one flag</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">ONE KENYA</p>Mstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-9027610458736941792011-02-10T20:48:00.001+03:002011-02-10T20:50:18.179+03:00Ni Wewe Tu by Mstari Wa Nne's Mike Kwambo<div><embed style='display:inline;' quality='high' wmode='transparent' id='FlashDiv' FlashVars='songId=79746183&pid=8250941730149697137' AllowScriptAccess='always' src='http://www.myspace.com/music/song-embed?songid=79746183&getSwf=true' width='400' height='77'/><p>Find more artists like <a target='_blank' href='/stucekenya/music/albums/17385750?ap=1&songid=79746183'>S.T.U.C.E</a> at <a target='_blank' href='http://www.myspace.com/music'> Myspace Music </a></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-34044087690326642982010-12-27T14:09:00.001+03:002010-12-27T14:10:43.935+03:00Saul Williams: Coded Language<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzY2-GRDiPM?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzY2-GRDiPM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Mstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-166590650469948832010-12-27T14:08:00.000+03:002010-12-27T14:09:12.388+03:00Black Ice: Lone Soldier<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yArWsQ0ozM?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yArWsQ0ozM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Mstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-12032531277600644082010-12-27T13:59:00.000+03:002010-12-27T14:00:15.171+03:00Demarco: True Friend<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIsZH9Kt-j0?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIsZH9Kt-j0?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Mstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-55194108083748472482010-12-01T16:03:00.000+03:002010-12-01T16:04:35.647+03:00Prostitution...My Constitutionshe told me<br /><br />prostitution’s<br /><br />my constitution<br /><br />my retribution<br /><br />his contribution<br /><br />my damn reflection<br /><br />my man’s rejection<br /><br />of his erection<br /><br />its ejaculation<br /><br />no fall back<br /><br />that’s why I lay back<br /><br />for extras they smack<br /><br />as I make me some cash<br /><br />my dreams they are ash<br /><br />my dreams they are ash<br /><br />had plans<br /><br />to join the institute<br /><br />but now<br /><br />I work the streets<br /><br />I prostitute<br /><br />lonely<br /><br />I feel like a destitute<br /><br />that I don’t dispute<br /><br />that I don’t dispute<br /><br />I need<br /><br />resucitation<br /><br />some facilitation<br /><br />open invitation<br /><br />help in integration<br /><br />drastic intervention<br /><br />hopeless situation<br /><br />changes in dimension<br /><br />because<br /><br />prostitution’s<br /><br />my constitution<br /><br />my retribution<br /><br />his contribution<br /><br />my damn reflection<br /><br />my man’s rejection<br /><br />of his erection<br /><br />need a solution<br /><br />need a solutionMstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-8190984521466950112010-11-18T15:35:00.001+03:002010-11-18T15:40:50.801+03:00Dilated Peoples: Worst comes to worst<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sevZEOUXpw4?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sevZEOUXpw4?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-89201483616799212752010-11-12T13:19:00.001+03:002010-11-16T21:01:28.300+03:00ChurchSupposed to be the conscience of the nation<br />But how do we explain rich pastors and poor congregations<br />These days’ church and bible have drifted apart<br />We place more value on entertainment, edification, vilification<br />We prefer fire and brimstone to saving the souls of men<br />Can I hear you all in the congregation say amen!<br /><br />What happened to the sole purpose…giving the soul purpose<br />These days’ we’re so confused by all these divergent views<br />It’s like the pastor’s decree is more powerful than God’s word<br />God’s word that told him to tell us that he needs a million bucks<br />A million bucks to buy a car to drive around<br />Drive around…to spread the word…God’s word? Or his word?<br /><br />Dutifully we make our way to the sanctuary at our time of appointing<br />Seeking the anointing…but these days’ the anointing is on sale<br />On sale in three levels…bronze,silver and gold<br />Being sold in three levels with promises of financial breakthrough<br />Rich pastor…poor congregations suffering spiritual malnutrition<br />Can I hear you all in the congregation say amen!<br /><br />Can I hear you all in the congregation say amen!<br />Pastor has the ability to give husbands to single women<br />What happened to dating,courting and women’s intuition?<br />What happened to trusting and obeying the word of the Lord?<br />What happened to saving the souls of men and spreading the gospel?<br />I wonder if they stop to ask themselves “What would Jesus do?”<br />Can I hear you all in the congregation say amen!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-19309589197254221742010-11-08T09:50:00.000+03:002010-11-08T09:52:24.849+03:00She's only ten years old...she’s only ten years old<br />imagine…<br />she’s only ten years old<br />let’s call her Alice<br />young girl so full of promise<br />every day she makes her way home<br />from the village school<br />a young man..twenty two years old<br />has been eyeing her<br />so one day he stops her<br />and buys her plenty of goodies<br />shameless man…sinister plot on his mind<br />he wins her trust and in no time<br />he gets her to visit his house<br />all civility is thrown out of the window<br />young man forces himself on little Alice<br />raping her over and over and over again<br />now she is pregnant…thrown out of school<br />young man is nowhere to be seen<br />she’s only ten years old…<br />she should be out there playing<br />but now she is going to be a mother<br />robbed of her innocence…<br />deprived of her childhood<br />her perception of men is changed forever<br />she’s only ten years old…<br /><br />Mstari Wa Nne © 2010Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-52442544304178632362010-11-05T09:03:00.000+03:002010-11-05T09:04:19.703+03:00ForeverI will love you daily…weekly<br />monthly..yearly…forever<br />you are the very purpose of<br />my existence<br />this is bliss…I can’t deny<br />find myself wrapped in<br />thoughts of loving you<br />this is a feeling<br />that only the heart can explain<br /><br />been in love before<br />but never this deep<br />probably you touched<br />a special part of me<br />I hope and pray to God<br />that you feel the same way<br />I see the look in your eyes<br />the smile in your face<br />this is divine love<br /><br />thinking of you<br />with every passing moment<br />thanking you for all the love<br />that you have given to me<br />filled my life with so much hope<br />loving you is so satisfying<br />I am so glad you feel the same way too<br />I will love you daily…weekly<br />monthly…yearly…forever<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mstari Wa Nne © 2010 <span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-16898190454525228992010-11-05T08:58:00.001+03:002010-11-05T09:00:27.595+03:00Affluence and povertyaffluence and poverty<br />the story of our society<br />humility and arrogance<br />the tragic circumstance<br />of life in this part of the world<br />the leaders line their pockets<br />forget about their people<br /><br />humbly you came to us<br />seeking to be a leader<br />overwhelmingly we chose you<br />off you went…forgot about us<br />busy fighting your own wars<br />living large…amassing wealth<br />your people struggle to stay alive<br /><br />you used to be so friendly to us<br />accomodating…receptive…helpful<br />but since you tasted power<br />you surround yourself with bodyguards<br />your goons manhandle the harmless people<br />coming to you in search of<br />much needed assistance<br /><br />only concerned with looking after your own<br />your own friends…your own ego…your own interests<br />looking for ways of enlarging your powerbase<br />reluctant to speak out against social injustice<br />unwilling to empower your people and steer them<br />towards prosperity and progress..is it a surpirse<br />that affluence and poverty is the sad story of our society?<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mstari Wa Nne © 2010 <span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-69820222714395887812010-11-04T08:24:00.000+03:002010-11-04T08:25:11.960+03:00Odyessy by Edwin AlubakaPause for awhile,<br />think for a mimute,<br />move too first,<br />you might fall to your limit,<br />...life's a treasure,<br />you've got to plan with it,<br />up and down it takes you,<br />you've got to move with it,<br />your life........<br /><br />Edwin Alubaka © 2010Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-21432353878936908862010-11-04T08:17:00.000+03:002010-11-04T08:18:39.475+03:00I trustThinking the unthinkable<br /><br />Dreaming the undreamable<br /><br />Reaching the unreachable<br /><br />I trust…<br /><br />I trust…looking forward to getting what I don’t have<br /><br />Waiting for that occasion that is still yet to happen<br /><br />For if I trust…I believe…I learn patience…gain confidence<br /><br />I grow…I know…<br /><br />And with my spoken word and unspoken thoughts<br /><br />I deal with my daily fears and my future worries<br /><br />I trust…<br /><br />That today is better than yesterday…<br /><br />That tomorrow brings a bright, sunny day<br /><br />Lonely hearts pair up in love…warring parties lay down their arms<br /><br />Heathens see the light…corrupt leaders embrace integrity<br /><br />Slam poetry ceases being sham poetry…scam poetry<br /><br />And becomes more diverse...<br /><br />Much more than having to rhyme at the end of each and every verse<br /><br />That poets give us pieces that last more than just a season<br /><br />Pen down pieces that fuse rhyme with reason<br /><br />I trust…<br /><br />I trust that you, you and you will not be caught by crises of confidence<br /><br />Moral dilemmas…between a rock and a hard place…<br /><br />That you opt to do the right thing...every time…all the time<br /><br />I trust<br /><br />Michael Kwambo/Mstari Wa Nne © 2010Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-69966468585214878062010-11-03T11:38:00.003+03:002010-11-03T11:54:47.181+03:00Big Ass Bed...<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='334' height='268' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy-NMnu9vgytdyLJDN_cpeoUtMv1AkvvM1uaQxPSf4EqOq6txyHOlQroNr3ydVZSfVTjU0v9IRaGNR-580lpw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Mstari Wa Nne's Mike Kwambo at Wamathai Spoken Word September 2010<br /></div>Mstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-26066022223534877532010-06-21T14:13:00.000+03:002010-06-21T14:15:52.674+03:00Mstari Wa Nne live at the Rift Valley Festival -IDPs<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150188527850234"><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150188527850234" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object>Mstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-86880585735465311892010-06-21T14:01:00.001+03:002010-06-21T14:11:39.629+03:00Mstari Wa Nne live at the Rift Valley Festival -Vision 2030<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150188516690234"><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150188516690234" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object>Mstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-70876542316299319202010-06-11T11:57:00.001+03:002010-06-11T11:57:53.631+03:00A Singer, An Artist, A Poet..Friday 18th June 2010 Karen Country Lodge<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Lp8R1-jvNg/TBH6kfFNzKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/G5oLYfocrdQ/s1600/ASAP+18th+June+2010-773632.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Lp8R1-jvNg/TBH6kfFNzKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/G5oLYfocrdQ/s320/ASAP+18th+June+2010-773632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481437726212213922" /></a></p><br clear="all"><br>-- <br>Michael Kwambo<br><br><br><br><br> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-17024499915343147232009-10-24T00:46:00.004+03:002009-10-24T00:58:00.381+03:00Mstari Wa Nne at Daniel Pearl World Music DayThe Mstari Wa Nne crew will be at the Daniel Pearl World Day of Music on Sunday 25 October 2009 at the Paa ya Paa Arts Center in Ridgeways.Sponsored by the United States Embassy.<br /><br /><br />TIME: 1.00pm<br /><br />ENTRY : FREE<br /><br />Directions...<br />Paa Ya Paa Arts Centre Paa Ya Paa Lane, Off Ridgeways Road (entering from Kiambu Road)<br />Daniel Pearl World Music Day (DPWMD) – Harmony for Humanity<br />Daniel Pearl World Music Days uses the power of music to promote cross cultural understanding and inspire hope for our global community.<br />DPWMD was created in response to the 2002 kidnapping and murder of the Wall Street Journal reporter, Daniel Pearl, at the hands of terrorists in Pakistan.<br />Danny’s family and friends came together to work towards a more humane world and formed the Daniel Pearl Foundation whose mission is to promote cross-cultural understanding through journalism, tolerance and dialogue.<br />Danny was also a talented musician who joined musical groups in every community in which he lived, leaving behind a long trail of musician-friends spanning the entire globe.<br />Since its inception DPWMD has brought together thousands of musicians from more than 77 countries using the language of music to work towards a hate-free world.<br /><br />DPWMD at Paa Ya Paa will showcase original music, lyrics, poetry, stories, articles, art, and photography that reaffirm and intensify Daniel Pearl’s convictions that music, truth, honesty and dialogue can build bridges across cultural divides and help achieve international friendship.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-27554738700382479522009-09-21T20:45:00.001+03:002009-09-24T08:38:57.944+03:00Mstari Wa Nne trio at Ignite Poets Two Nations, One Flame Event on 7 Oct<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfm8nyBHY-Ck4M1R16YMSutc1yjDN4ismZnbFmFLXNeTKMufzrkltdV4fu-Zn3DdP24y8rUDbW0nu7InZW7wEBRw03ZaSxatCMIttWa0h4lWammC3VwaA4KCbJveX2Le79pHkjP3VYTk/s1600-h/Ignite+Poets+Show+Poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfm8nyBHY-Ck4M1R16YMSutc1yjDN4ismZnbFmFLXNeTKMufzrkltdV4fu-Zn3DdP24y8rUDbW0nu7InZW7wEBRw03ZaSxatCMIttWa0h4lWammC3VwaA4KCbJveX2Le79pHkjP3VYTk/s400/Ignite+Poets+Show+Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384904113283427362" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mstari Wa Nne's Njeri Wangari, Grand Master Masese and Maik Kwambo join a talented group of musicians and poets, for the Ignite Poets: Two Nations, One Flame that will draw attention to important issues facing Kenyans today.<br /><br />Funds will be donated to The Hawkers Market Girls Centre(located in the largest slum of Africa, Kibera), a school that offers vocational training for girls who are looking for a better way of life.<br /><br />To find out more about the Centre, visit:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.girlscentre.com/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.girlscentre.com/</a><br /><br />Venue: Alliance Francaise, Nairobi<br />Charges: Kshs 300<br />Doors open at 6:30pm, show starts at 7pm sharp.<br /><br />The performance lineup includes:<br /><br />Njeri Wangari,Maik Kwambo.Grandmaster Masese of Mstari Wa Nne..<br />Pepe Haze<br />Walter Keyombe<br />Muki Garang<br />The girls of the Hawkers Market Girls Centre<br /><br />And much more!<br /><br />All for a worthy cause...Mstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669712767151871051.post-53664745817839824782009-08-21T12:01:00.002+03:002009-08-21T12:41:23.186+03:00News UpdateMstari has been busy, what with our appearance on Chanuka Dada on Ghetto Radio 89.5FM on Sunday 9th August.<br />Imani Woomera graciously hosted Mstari's Leon Kiptum and Maik Kwambo among other great poets on the 11th of August at the Silverbird Poets Club at The Junction .<br />Friday 14th August saw Project Heshima's Rhythm and Spoken at the Dass Restaurant in Westlands come back alive after a month's break...eh...Mstari's favourite venue! Dennis inkwa killed it with his piece IDP "Initials Defining people". really, it died... Maik Kwambo went all dholuo on the patrons wooing She in another rendition of his piece "She", before he redid it in crisp Queens English and of course Leon Kiptum didn't fail to dazzle Dass with "Mahogany Misery", even the odieros needed a dictionary for this.<br />Saturday 15th August saw Mstari's Maik "Ja Wer" Kwambo team up with the very talented afro soul group Elani to intrigue the audience at the Angaza Concert with their new track "Nakupenda Lakini". The concert held at City Hall also featured great performances from Inka, Aziza and the seasoned Sauti Sol. The concert showcased the neo Kenyan culture that is slowly but surely taking root.<br />Elani and Mike teamed up again at Club Afrique on Thursday 20th August to curtain raise for Eric Wainaina and his Mapinduzi Band, who are nothing short of revolutionary!<br />We are still not done...<br />Mstari's Grandmaster Masese will be launching his album with his Ritungu Afrika Band on Sunday 6th September 2009, the same date he makes an appearance on Ghetto Radio 89.5FM from 12.00pm.<br />We have plenty more in store..we will keep you posted...<br />Stay tuned...baki kama umekatiwa...<br />Ps. Become a friend of Mstari wa Nne on facebook, you can read some of the pieces in the notes.Mstari Wa Nnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05794663934194905232noreply@blogger.com0