Let’s play a little

Pick a partner

Be the best beat the rest thump yo chest.

Yester’s chase jogging challenges made ya champion.

Thump yo chest!

Pick a poison

Dumb down dumb-fcuks’ll dump yo ass.

Hallelujah hosanna in the highest we be the flyest.

Pick a path

Formalize effort for everyday forever invariably endeavour.

Peek-a-boo.

You are not alone

I do not at any one time imagine myself as special. Though I know for sure sometimes I do not think in a normal way. I do not feel in a normal way. But how can I know this? How can I say such while I have used only my mind? How can I say this while I have had only one heart?

How many songs about freedom have you heard in your lifetime? Why do they resonate with most music lovers? Have you ever strolled in a park on a sunny day and felt the wind against your face? Felt the wind against your arms and hands? Did you see the children play, and hop around, and cut through the lawns? Did you marvel at their ignorance? Did you envy their innocence? And did you see that nothing was everything, and everything is nothing?

Have you ever sat to watch the news and Janet Mbugua sounded excited to let you in on what’s top of the hour? Didn’t it feel like déjà vu? Oh, you didn’t feel like yelling, “I’m tired of hearing this”? Have you reached that point where you know the world is how it is by design? So where did you see yourself-struggling up the hill or strolling down to gather yourself? Do you now realise there is no tipping point?

 

So you are now beginning to know the truth. The yoke of despair chokes you. But the light did shine on you so you do not remain enslaved, or your spirits remain caged. It shone so you can be courageous. To stand in determination with the rest and say, “we made it.”

The prediction by Jessica Care Moore

Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
Despite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right
Winged assassins laughin while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armed with cowries, I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels my womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't find if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted black-listed hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my fourteen stitches
Keep all my baby girl wishes
I predict all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your face between our legs
While recreating humanity, we will summon yemanja
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all pink and yellow pills
I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes outlawed
Always will be branded numbered and logged
All paper money is gone
The few scholars can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has holes
We know the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story gets told..

[The fact that this was written in 1999 is just amazing]

Farewell...

 I want you to feel,
but you won't touch me

 I want you to see,

but you always look away

 I want to tell you,
but you wont listen anymore

  So I'll tell it to the birds; And they'll whistle it to the trees and
the leaves
  I'll whisper to the fishes in the streams; And they'll sail with it
down to the oceans and open seas

  I'll sing it alone between the four walls of my humble abode; And they will echo in appreciation.

Still, I'd want to tell you.
But since you've chosen your path, 

then farewell
As you go down the longest road to nowhere.

 M. kinoti. J

Copyright.  May 2012

“Where there's, more hungry mouths
Than food to eat
It's where the homeless
Roam the street
Where broken glass
And broken dreams
Are shattered and scattered
Amongst debris
Sufferation wrath
And still they laugh
And dream of a mansion
Above the half
No one to speak
Upon there behalf
Now tell me do they stand a chance?
Where there's, more food
Than mouths to feed
Where you find those who
Claim to lead
Because of all their personal greed
They always want more than they need
They don't help those
Below the half
Instead they stand aside and laugh
As if it's all we'll ever ask
When will they make a change?


Children lift your heads
To the one
Who create the sun
My children
And your light will come shinning again
Show the world
Jah love is okay
When we rise and greet the sun
Lets give him thanks and praise…”

“Stand a chance” by Damien Marley