The BluePrint

We all have principles and rules that help us go through life with ease of choices we have to make to ensure survival.

  1. Do whats best for you usually with the best of your interests at heart.
  2. Do what makes you most happy.
  3. Be true to yourself:
    1. To your principles
    2. Uphold your dignity
    3. Remember you can never life to yourself. Lieing to yourself is the biggest sin I think one can commit as a human being.
  4. To your principles
  5. Uphold your dignity
  6. Remember you can never life to yourself. Lieing to yourself is the biggest sin I think one can commit as a human being.
  7. Treat yourself as you would treat others and vice versa’ treat others as you would treat yourself.

5.Be comfortable with your decisions. Make decisions you can handle.

  1. No matter life moves on.
  2. Pain is only relative and is a part of life. Accept rather than avoiding.
  3. Stick to your lane. Know your place. Never let it go to your head.
  4. Find your escape route from the darkness of the world. Something that tones down the stress or helps u play it down. A release point for all the negativity that builds up in you.

10.Always look at life from all the sides of the coin.



I am not saying that with this you will succeed in life but these are among the principles that guide me through this wretched world.



​Sitting down reminiscing about 2016 and i can tell you for a fact that it was another bad year and so I toast proudly “good riddance”. I don’t know about you but I’m so glad 2017 is here and at least I feel a glimmer of hope that maybe I can leave some of my bargain behind and just maybe I may get it right, just maybe the old man upstairs can listen to my plea. I can’t help but wonder though how many people still do the “new year new me bullshit” and though it seems like a lie we tell ourselves but there has to be a few people who actually believe it and follow through; I mean if believing in Santa is okay then why should believing in change no matter how hopeless it seems not be okay. Enough about that and back to how devastating a year 2016 was, I didn’t even get to get my babamboga on.

On the bright side, valuable lessons were learnt.

I now clearly understand the ones who say love is a lost cause. I’m not saying love doesn’t exist but damn I fell in love and got my heart stomped on by an inglorious woman but I don’t judge and for the early part of the year my demons were trying to deal with how stupid I was for staying so faithful to someone so ungrateful. I wonder how things really changed for us, I was out there tryna make something for us. Love exist but fuck it sometimes, you know what I mean, if lost it leaves a tear in ur soul so hard to fill no matter the kind of love. But the reality of the matter is that it sometimes isn’t worth a damn penny and so if you want to believe in it or not it’s up to you and I only hope you are justified in your choice. As for me, my course in life is set and I follow through to make the decisions that no one else can make for me cause that is a cross no one else can bear. We grow we always grow.

Got tangled in some nasty family drama. Family; if you asked me what a paradox in itself. To mean a bond that ascends all…blood is thicker than water…yet a curse that burdens u for eternity whether u say yes or no. As much as we love family, demanded or not, they can really get on your nerves. Family is what you make of it. Family is someone who would go to the end of their abilities to get you out of trouble. In a few words, I have been through a tad bit enough  to know who I can die for and who I wouldn’t give much care for if they left. Family has caused too much I almost feel I’m in some “The Originals” script. Family cripples you from the inside ad you are set on path towards sociopathic tendencies; highly functioning sociopath maybe not functioning then but now I’m so determined to get my shit together. I feel I’m almost there. But through family I have also learnt to let go a lot though hard on the soul but beneficial none the less. I have learnt family is strong enough to push through anything and still laugh at the same table genuinely. It wasn’t the most beautiful of pictures but hey a man gotta do what a man gonna do when u decide to do something whatever the consequences you shall bear with no regret. Too many cooks spoil the broth; having so many people telling you what to do is so damn hard but yet again life is hard and we live on choices so I’m cho0sing to be very selective and observant. I got so pushed to the edge i lost it and to think it came from someone u once called best friend…never again. I swore NEVER AGAIN!!

Another discovery or more of theory that there is an advent possibility that the man upstairs might not actually gives a shit and it’s our own hopeful useless selves that are trying to falsely create a sense that he does care probably trying to avoid the inevitable truth that humanity is a damned virus. This is all based on the theory that all artists, considering God is the most renowned artist of them all, get bored by masterpieces they already create as they quest for new ventures, conquering new heights and discovering new horizons that can transcend and amuse their love or taste for the divine discipline in itself. The older I get the more problems become real and making choices even become way more harder than it used to be. Choosing the right thing to say is so difficult. Life has no fucking tutorial, your put in this world to survive and quite frankly there isn’t a single soul, dead or alive, that lived a perfect life because in all honesty it’s not like there is any person who knows the perfect way to live. Is being Muslim the right thing or is it being Christian yet both seem like some deluded cult extremists who want to force these ideas onto others yet the origins of their ideas are on the pages of a book written a long time ago. They all just seem like some book club fans, no-offense, but then again there has to be some super natural superior being responsible for the existence of at least the first of us.

I fell in love with Naruto. It’s like this sweet funny action packed awesome anime I never got the chance to follow episode by episode but I finally sat down and tracked every single episode and though I didn’t finish i got to episode like 600 or something. It was not pleasing at all when news got out that the manga(comic-like) version of the book ended suggesting that the episodes will probably end this year. But if you ever want a comical interesting self help book I highly recommend watching naruto. And for the record animes and cartoons are two different things…animes suck you into an obsessed vortex while cartoons are just for the amusement of children fantasies.

Well changes were very imminent in my life in 2016. So much change in friends. Thinning of the heard you would say. Friends are a very rare commodity and woe unto those who feel that having friends is a luxury they cannot afford but I will be frank; i don’t know where I would be without the ones I consider friends. Some friends transcend and they become like family. I recently read that in this life you need at least two friends for you to live a less stressful and sociopathic life. Friendship is like holy grail. It’s a partnership between two individuals that envision trust and respect. Friends are those pillows u lay ur head when ur single and life is going awry but yet again even the one you choose to be ur significant other should first be ur friend. To walk alone in this scammed earth is torture because I wonder when you are walking on this earth then you realise you have no one you can call friend, no one who respects you out of their own volition, someone who actually cares than the stipulated amount and you think Hitler didn’t have a friend? Sometimes friends help bring you from dark emotional places. Friends help make the time you spend on this earth bearable. Not everyone can be your friend and neither is everyone u call a friend actually a friend but then again this are among the tutorials u need. A tutorial on picking awesome real friends. I will write about this later in the year but for now everyone needs a friend, a real friend. Don’t die without one and if you find it hard to make a friend then my dm is wide opened anytime. We will talk about anything from rusted metal to wet soil.

Love, the ever so mysterious elusive enigma. Four letters that have probably revolutionised the world in more ways than one.But I’m not talking about that general love but rather I mean that emotional deep sweet bundle of confused feelings you have towards a particular soul that makes u do stupid things which are then told are normal. Yes that! Well beginning of 2016 I lost that one person that was actually probably the only reason I was holding me together and when she left I fell hard and broke. Five months of absolute freaking chaos and maybe to some very small extent I might have regretted slightly the damage I caused to so many people; one of those periods in my life that I ain’t proud of but along the year I met some very interesting people(I have a new found respect for the kamba community). I fell in love but it wasn’t something I was prepared for but it helped and it still does, more than she knows. She is one real ass woman and I ain’t even gonna fight it.

My love for art manifested itself greatly so much so I think about getting tattoos. Busy browsing the web for pics all embodying a fine classy weirdly unique or uniquely weird taste in art. It was one of the few things I really enjoyed in 2016 as much as I didn’t write as much as I would have loved too. I listened to a lot of soul music; some J Cole and D Wright, watched nickelodeon to my fill. I was just focusing on improving my culture cause I kinda enjoy the babamboga tag now. It grows on me. Not to mention I have a very artistic better half. Aluta continua, I guess but art is everywhere. if you don’t find it , it will find you but the most important artistic thing I learned in 2016 is whatever you created in this world  and consider art was a 100% inspired manifestation from the world so it is only right that what you create should be left for others.100% of the universe is art for nothing is created without methodic thinking.
Till I write again. 

An Allure Of Darkness 🙇

I am demented, 

It is not so easily detected, 

I am a monster, 

A hot bundle of bubbly disaster, 

I am a sinner, 

Damn be sure I aint a beginner, 

I hear voices in my head, 

They keep me calm and steady, 

But I never listen, 

They keep me balanced and safe, 

But all I know is pain, hurt, maim and my impure vixens, 

None the less  they understand, 

And together we stand, 

Deep down I have made peace, 

Peace with my demons, 

After all, 

Aren’t they just a darker reflection of me, 

And now I call them brothers, 

Never forgetting to make peace with myself, 

And now I call them brothers, 

As they call me master, 

But do I trust myself, 

Maybe with others but not myself, 

I am cold and dark, 

Yet blunt and bold, 

But if this is to be my last breath, 

Then I am blessed for it was purposeful. 


​Why me?

Why did they choose me?

Why the nagging questions?

Why bombard my head with guilt?

Why is the end so far?

Why the beginning so repulsing?

Do I deserve it?

Why did the elixir of life lose its potency?

Why does the tick of time so loud?

Why the voices in my head?

Am I mad?

Why is my mind churning like a black hotel?

Why does the echoes of my thoughts sound so endlessly?

Why is this suicide thought crawling in my mind?

Why is life so repulsing?

Why does fate turn into a nemesis?

Why does destiny leave me to travel alone?

Why am I thinking of all this?

Why me?

The Ode Of Pain

​Growing in this widening gyre,

I burn in this self made pyre,

What I made and willed,

Turned against me and killed,

In the ode of pain.
I was master of all,

Willed and created this gall,

Excited and worshipped in the edifice,

In all of this my life was sacrifice,

In the ode of pain.
Against me they turned,

Gauged my eyes and insides churned,

Roasted my heart and blood mutilated,

Nobody responds to my cries of agitated,

In the ode of pain.
I have liked but never truly loved,

Watching in the inferno, her my beloved,

Burning to ashes, I lay helpless,

The fire of love, against I’m hapless,

In the ode of pain.
Like a phoenix rises from the ashes,

Bludgeon my mind, my cries are hushes,

I hang dead from the rope of hope,

This self destruction nobody can stop,

In the ode of pain.
From her I turned away,

Felt lost like a castaway,

To the power of me be the glory,

To the prowess of her be the gory,

In the ode of pain.
She died in the inferno of love,

The smoke covered me like a glove,

Tears welled in my eyes,

My heart turned to ice,

In the ode of pain.
I moved in automation,

My body rebels in mortification,

The mesmeric suck of death,

Moves me slowly with stealth,

In the ode of pain.
For you I write these petals of thought,

This numbing abyss surrounds me like draught,

Nothing can stop me, death is the only appease,

Think of me always as I seek eternal peace,

In the ode of pain.


Inspired by the last edition of kung fu panda.

Can a nigga let of his pain, can I spit off my chest , please may you feel my stress

You know the cliché ‘life is a bitch’ well I’m going to marry that ass and sign a pre-nap. Straight up out that dirty shit you cannot clean up. And if you gonna try and gun for me then you gotta aim up. But u see, I’m so alive you niggas gotta kill me twice. I wish ya’ll knew the shit I have been through and so understand I got dreams that only the Lord has means to take away from me. I apologise for taking so much time in finding clarity in who I am but now I did and so when you get to hell you can say you know me. Mboga is back, I aint a begging motherfucker but nigga please, most niggas are pure pussy just gotta get licked clean and do understand I’m being politely blunt. I’m so blunt they gotta smoke my shit like the truth. Don’t we all feel like dieing and so don’t we get high because the lows are damn too painful don’t mean we can’t handle our shit but I speak for one man when I say, I sure damn hell handle my own shit but I need mine.

I got a world series attitude and I thought I wanted a model wife but all I need are papers and a woman I can honestly kill for but don’t get it twisted don’t mean you aint another girl on my hit list. I never judged anyone in a world that I have been consistently judged and so to the people I condone I hope you just miss me a little when I’m gone. After all if one leaves without causing a heart distraught then he wasted his time on earth. Mama said if the rules aint bent then don’t bend them but now I make my own rules and live by my own creed. Some pussy niggas put out on me and my niggas and if it wasn’t for the death penalty we would drop you where you stand but hell… we still too worried about getting our own to worry about ya’ll sorry ass faces. You see I am tired of waiting for my ticket to get out of this motherfucker, I really need to get out of this mediocre shit I still see surrounding me so I dub this the clean up.

Apparently I have seen the two faces of the Ville; one side dreams the other side real, one side schemes while the other side deals. I feel ashamed cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me and all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me, well bless homie we still breathing. I stay focus now and got my mind focused on the target. I chase that paper and I won’t stop cause all that ever drives me are those bitter words said more than a year ago, “He is better than you?”. Painful they were but true none-the-less and now simple example of pain turned motivation. I wake up say my prayers and go do what I got to do. Nigga I’m just stimulated with ideas that could spark up a galaxy so what are you doing worried about what I’m doing but it don’t mean I need to be alone after all human companionship will warm any soul thus don’t act like you don’t need it. I keep my head high and I let my guardian angel carry me, I don’t know freedom but I wish that my dreams will rescue me. I keep my faith strong and if it weren’t for it I would long be dead eaten by this cold world. I ask the Lord to follow me. I’ve been unfaithful but I still don’t know why He calls on me and so this is my canvas and I will paint it how I want it. I like to write alone, be in my zone and think back Kasarani; no perfect home but it is the only thing like a home I’ve ever known.

Don’t worry I will be waiting for thanks from a few cause without me you wouldn’t exist and some of my shit gave you the blueprint so please don’t forget that I am the same person you despise and look down upon now but times never stay the same and its better if u knew I enjoy looking up to you cause it’s the only way to surpass you. I’m a fine young man with an old damn mind and I have been waiting to blow up for a long damn time(Thank you Cole). And when it’s all said and done I will be ahead of them.  After my last bitch my only prerogative has been to hit and never commit and to tell the truth I’m only fucking around with a few niggas but I’m popular enough and so I got a lot of  friends in places who got friends in places so you better watch your step.  I’m happy that most of ya’ll are motivated but most of you still lack the discipline, maturity, patience and resolve to understand that Rome wasn’t build in a day; jumping onto opportunities without thinking twice  because u saw your friend with them new air force ones or was that some Victoria secret thong. Nigga work hard but be smart about it otherwise nothing will come out of disorganised stimulation.

I am far from an overnight achiever cause there is no such thing hence ya’ll there insulting adults and completely writing them off and yet they carry more wisdom than you might probably ever have the chance of obtaining in ur hopefully fruitful existence on earth. I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures, you should have known this by now I’m an artist. I don’t walk around with guns; I got people who got them and they got me too so don’t worry if I’m not the one shooting as long as you get shot and then I walk my own way and think about me all day so be cheerful I’m not a violent man but if that should change I will have to let you know that the price of death is only a bullet cheap. I don’t care if u hate me but do u respect me? You can say you don’t but I can see you flinching when my name pops up meaning I’m on your radar, too bad u aint on mine cause I’m hunting down bigger fish than u but it aint personal. I’m just a beast probably why I get my ass kissed but I don’t flex myself neither do I control anyone but when I talk they listen and that’s the only satisfaction my soul needs so hold your breathe but don’t lose it cause all I got for you is wisdom and life lessons. And just to clear it up wisdom is the proper application of acquired knowledge and experience.

A Kenyan with an attitude; a new millennium philosopher proudly of the ‘X’ generation as we are about to save our world from total damnation. I love the world and apparently I have had enough sweet times in it to do anything to save it and to stay in it so best believe only my creator can take my heartbeat away but till then I will chew bubble gum and kick ass. I don’t go into a fight aiming to beat you but if you are ready to go don’t worry I will make it my damn responsibility that you respect me. Be sure trying to please everyone is the sure path to failure after all not everyone tries to please you, so why do u want to bend the rules? But as far as I’m concerned karma works alone. All just seated saying Mboga done wrong never bringing the city shine. All he ever doing is painting pictures of crime, telling stories of pain and creating believable lies but if you reading or listening I’m painting pictures of hope, words for the lost and food for the soul. I only write what I deem beautiful and that is the only recognition I need.

Academically gifted but I’m that boy in class embarrassed cause I’m broke; indeed life did a number on me but I have since followed my own rules trying to rebuild. So meet the newest role model who don’t know how to fake this shit I would rather make it then fake it but till then I will only spit it how I live it cause I don’t have a public image to uphold (cute smirk). They talking about me but I aint tryna hit it right now, they watching us but we still gonna have a good time. They hating on me cause my momma apparently raised a nigga with balls enough to stand up and spit it as I see it, after all aint it what is already on everyone’s mind. I’m no scapegoat so learn to own up to your loss or victory but all that bullshit I’m gonna let it ride. All my people ya’ll know I see you and this post is for all my haters cause you all got me feeling like the greatest. My nigga just be you and trust me that’s how it sounds when they tell you u are be_u_tiful and then maybe you could just reach your potential cause I’m here seeing niggas die young and with too much potential and so should this be my last breath, I’m blessed cause it was purposeful. We are born sinners no one was born to be perfect none the less what the mind perceives it shall conceive so only you would know what’s perfect for you. Believe me, perfect exists but universal perfection is a bigger scam than naming a monkey corruption and asking us to love it. I don’t know if this will be the realest shit I ever wrote just know it’s the realest nigga that wrote this shit and if you aint fucking with that, I don’t care.

This writing shit is a gift but God help us make it cause all this business shit is a cliff. They say life is a test but who the hell is my tutor? No one. I accepted it cause I didn’t know any better so don’t judge what u can’t begin to understand. What these rappers be spitting and preachers think they preaching’ I shake my head in despair as most of them are only jacked up hyenas who only have their best interest at heart and slowly art has become a timid replica of what it used to be. Taught by mum to speak like I could see and pops said I should top it up with talking like I had a college degree and cause you don’t understand what I spit don’t change that I am deep. If you knew me then you should understand that my life is like a movie starring me isn’t yours the same too but I’m here busy wondering what made mine open to discussion like it was ever for your consumption. Respect my demons, I shall respect yours too. I do what is only true to me so pardon me if it seems that I am following my dreams you shouldn’t care less unless u were a friend but till then stick in your lane. You don’t see me speeding out of mine. I aint reading from a script they chose for me, in my movie I am the centre of attraction and if you doubt me then let me ask yee of little faith , if you were to die wouldn’t that be the end of the movie that was YOUR LIFE. Though my ego already too high I swear you gotta force obama to send the air force to find it, I still listen but I only take suggestions never demands. Apparently your doomed if u sip from outside the society cup but I will soon be 21 trust me I have had my feel of pain though not as much as them but enough to make right decisions for my life knowing I’m also part of the society but my society.

Living in a YOLO generation that doesn’t realise that you indeed only live once so it is one shot and we can only dream of reincarnation but until we get to that bridge I’ll be God damn if I’m ever gonna stop. I spit the kinda shit that makes a hater say sorry. They say I’m taking long well I say to you patience is a virtue. I think they scared of me and they should be. I will admit I am sorry when I feel I’m sorry but till then keep waiting.  I only fuck with my niggas from day one and that is how I’m gonna leave it. I was loved, I was hated but I was just a nigga with a dream. I’m a liar, I was honest but I was all of these things so when I’m gone let them talk. They discussing who I am when they burry me just know I was nothing but a man. I am slick with words so don’t hate me son, you see what you eat don’t make me shit and who you fuck don’t make me cum and so put a price on my head won’t make me run and if you try to kill me it can’t be done cause apparently my words are gonna live forever so let me smirk.

I only thank the man upstairs that I aint you and you aint me. I aint seen six figures yet but I swear I feel like a million but will I chill? Never! So to sleep at night I tell myself I’m the hottest nigga out there and you better tell the devil that now some of my peeps saying did he just say all that and they regretting that they didn’t call back but I’m just tryna ball till I fall catch myself then ball again. Fall to the floor dust myself then go at it all again. I have never been a bitch nigga and though this may never be the realest shit I ever wrote just know it’s a real nigga who wrote all that.

You can yap all u want but blood, sweat and tears I have had to pay my price so now I have that good game. And this for all my people cause I know you want more and we still hungry. I bet we have all learnt from the hurt along the way and we grown into people who can handle the bullshit better and our parents can have faith in that. So who am I, I am the nigga that’s gonna bring change one day. You see, where I am from if you ever seen what I have seen you would probably understand I can’t any get much better than this. I aint no overnight sensation so I aint about to raise my head and say I got all that but I am fully ready to defend what I live for and so I will put everything I got in this punch and make sure I hit back. To those who will still be there I aint living no man behind. Be afraid cause I’m hungry boy and I’m high without the marijuana, honest, I promise. I didn’t take long though, figured I’m not bailing my nigga and that’s why I’m so hungry for power my nigga. I might play them games but nigga I aint no joke. Son, I aint no one-stroke-nigga.

So who I’m I; I’m I the critic or the saviour, the pupil or the teacher, the philosopher or the joker, the selfless or the selfish, the egotistic winner or the humble loser, the chef or the eater, the preacher or the follower, I’m I the leader or the follower, I’m I the seeker or the renowned mercenary, I’m I the champion or the disappointment son; with time you realise I am all these things thus I can’t be blamed for the picture you paint of me cause we all see different things but best believe there is nothing about my script that says please everybody.
Peace be with you.

I have had enough… 

​Ladies and gentlemen we are gathered here today to mourn the mental burfing of a so called kenyan ‘elite’ and also because I have had enough of my generation being blemished by first generation hitlers who have ‘experience’ which is viewed as unsung power and they severly suffer from a chronic case of the superiority complex. My dear reader they simply believe they are right and we are wrong and when the cards are all stacked on the table you will be as equally disappointed when you realise their basis of argument is that my generation hasn’t experienced life enough for us to share the same table. I remember reading that accursed post on crazy Monday and I was infuriated by the one sided, not to add, irrelevant points raised by someone I deem fit enough to be called my fellow intellect.

The article starts by stating a report released that shows the Kenyan youth are okay with getting rich through corruption, and adore successful beneficiaries of the advice. Wait up! I want to know the Kenyan youth who participated in this study. Kudos for speaking your mind, and what is wrong with being okay with corruption as a considerable path to success? We are not saying it is okay but it’s the system we found and we were raised up to survive and so we survive. And to be honest who wouldn’t…would you rather suffer dire consequences or escape with a slap on the wrist and learn from it and you can either stop doing what you view as not right or learn how to do it more carefully. 

They further go on to say most of us cheat in exams and we are morally rotten. You constantly push as to the peak of our abilities slaving us like donkeys in the mines then later complain that a dozing child in class is very lazy and yet you fail to consider there is the possibility that the child might also have been overworked. The elderly are such experienced blind people the only path they envision is education forgetting that if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree it shall forever believe it’s stupid and once the fish begins to find comfort in swimming rather than climbing, it is quickly reduced to a rebellious useless organism because it simply decided to do what it feels it needs to do. Then you begin wondering are we slanged because we are rebellious or simply we go against what the elderly want us to do simply on basis of different perceptions. 

Spend so many nights being patronized and drilled to understand ‘lazma upite mtihani’, ‘usipopita mtihani wewe ni mjinga’, when you don’t pass the exams they would rather flog you other than help you grow first and even if it is to flog a horse there has to be a line drawn…there is only irony in mercilessly thumping a cripple till they walk rather than offering a wheelchair or another route towards success. I believe people cheat in exams sometimes to level the playing field – I mean will you compete fairly when everyone is cheating. But what drives people to cheat the most is to live up to the highest expectations of other people who constantly remind you to be comfortable with who you are and know yourself but oh well to preach water and drink wine is common these days.

And about morality…I think that is an individual blemish; don’t generalise all for the faults of a few same way we do not call every single elderly man a sponsor or a malingering drunkard aimlessly blaming the world for his mistakes. It’s funny when monsters start calling demons bad influential statistics on the society.

Then the man goes on to ironically say parents these days over pamper their children. Again I wonder, is it really over-pampering or is it because you view it as unethical; an opinion is what it is nothing more. I was part of ‘the days gone by where kids got clobbered into proper men and women the minute they begin crawling and speaking’. Spare the rod and spoil the child is a statement we all agree upon but I don’t believe I want to clobber my child into proper men and women I’d rather guide them into proper men and women how I deem fit and know best, taking into consideration there aren’t any rule books about parenting; after all it is an art evolving with plots to follow but plots that the artist deems acceptable. I got hot food forcefully pushed down my throat with simultaneous nasty slaps and pinches if the method was unsuccessful it was mostly because u were already in pain crying making it impossible to concentrate on eating and sometimes I was just not hungry and would protest quietly by not chewing. This would be marked as ‘ujeuri’ and your whole munching time is spend eating out of fear from threats that would put a snake out of business and dare u cough in an attempt to avoid suffocation, oh my! Fwaa! You won’t see that ‘mshipi’ coming but u will end up crying…if this is how you want me to raise my kid abeg wait for the fruit of your loins and raise them like that.

If your kid turns out bad then the only person to blame would be the parent especially one with uncouth parenting skills. We grew up on the other side of supper and I resented my parents then because most times they were so unfair and insensitive. I would rather pamper them to eat or get slightly aggressive if I believe they are being truant but not to the point I am masquerading child brutality as deserved punishment. I am young but I am not stupid. If I see it fit to celebrate when my child eats, is it wrong? Is it wrong to throw them graduation parties even though it’s just kindergarten? We show our appreciation and happiness and I can damn well choose to throw a party when my baby gal says dada or go to Disney land just cause the little man grew his first teeth. So I ask you Tom Malesi why are you hating? Might it be you are a lonely person coming of a bitter divorce or is the sky red on your side of the world?

What if you clobber your child and they still do not eat? What if you kill your own offspring, God forbid, will u say I was raising my child properly by clobbering him so that he can eat? When your child successfully passes from one stage to another isn’t it a cause for celebration? If you have the money and you have the time and you still have your dreams in focus…will it be called a waste of resources to remind a child that their good work was noted and it made their parents quite happy. Sir, please stop being a sour lemon. Some things parents do become accumulated problems that may affect a child’s character negatively and you fail to notice this now but what if one day they live a tramautized life introverted from the society. We turn our children into what they are and blame them when it turns around and bites us in the ass forgetting that Frankenstein was also to blame for Frankenstein’s monster.

You deem your generation such saints and you were results of the severe clobbering times and I look at where this country is, leadership wise, and it wouldn’t put a smile on anyone’s face…I can’t wait for my generation to take over as I see it being what this country needs or so I believe. A society of confused elements who desperately wish to reach the heights of 1st generation countries and so they work with borrowed tactics but are quick to condemn the fruits of such seeds. We didn’t plant them we were planted …so don’t blame the seed blame the poor farmer.

Raise your kid how you deem fit, just make sure by the end of your job they grow to be well stable people of the society who can work in empowering it and surviving how they know best. You don’t celebrate your kids’ achievements and then stand surprised when they tell you they feel under appreciated or buy them cheap resemblances of shoes not because you can’t afford but because you want them to learn to live with less and I wonder didn’t u work hard to give your child the best of everything to buy them an expensive shoe when they want it isn’t bad, it should only be called spoilt when your child throws tantrums when asking for something that can’t be afforded. I believe children listen and understand and they learn and so I wish to have a communicating relationship with my children throughout my entire parent-hooding. It doesn’t kill to talk to a child and listen to how they view the world if you can reach out to that part of reason and then the use of force may be null and void but if truancy persists then please grab your belt and whoop that ass to bare back and beyond.

Raise your own kid and I shall raise my own. What are you doing pinching my child? If they wrong you just bring them to me and I will do the same with yours. I can’t be okay with it …soon it may be a leeway for slightly seducing my wife because you find her attractive or take my car for a spin ‘juu unafika kwa duka tu urudi’. I don’t think most parents if not all are okay with the idea of having your child clobbered by someone else. What if in ‘correcting’ the neighbour’s truant child, they end up in the hospital and that’s when you start looking like a soaking wet cat with the tail in between the legs shivering saying ‘nimemguza tu akaanguka’ then u get slapped with assault and battering or does the law have another name for it?

Then the bogus marriages issue, would you stay with someone for ten years even though  in the third year you already realised this wasn’t what u wanted? You are allowed to try again and it’s called divorce. Divorce doesn’t have to be dramatic since I don’t see nothing wrong in two people coming together and agreeing they don’t work as a couple; be it in a normal relationship or a marriage. People are just more real these days and you have the freedom to choose who you marry and when your marriage ends up in a questionable manner remember that only the two pertaking it can be blamed and it’s not like marriages ending hastily these days isn’t inclusive of both generations. Maybe then, you had no choice and u stayed in marriages to please ur parents or not have the whole town back biting yet u are as miserable as a church mouse. You don’t owe anyone your happiness nor a breath of air you take. Other than ur parents everyone else is a simple tool placed in a system you need to survive.

This is where I laughed and I quote “When pastors are not fake they are randy. We have thieves and law breakers for cops. Crooks, crybabies, sycophants and puppets for leaders. Scoundrels, gangsters and weirdos for parents. Jokers for medics, some in-competent enough to ‘forget’ surgery paraphernalia in patients’ bellies or inject them to death. Of course, most of these ‘professionals’ were taught by bogus teachers.”. Don’t be so quick to point fingers simply because u assume you know how the other side is – I went shopping and talk is still cheap. We live in a world where to survive is of more importance than immorality and we only have ourselves to blame especially the ones who were here before us because it is their idea of a sustainable life that is used to guide us. I believe even back in the days all those things stated above were in existence and the only reason there has been a rise was a rise in population. We can’t all be well brought up people from sophisticated homes now, can we? So kindly please stop whining and throwing tantrums like a child waiting to be pampered lest I clobber you to gobble down this mental epiphany I spew right now #jussayin. Stop assuming too much, this is the problem most of our experienced citizens suffer and they are too narcissistic to accept it because u believe the society that supports u is also right yet the society only argues to what pleases them and that’s wrong. Be most fair.

Don’t blame the elders blame the person who put them in those highly esteemed positions. Why elect them then complain about them, why put them in positions of leadership when they are so unfit, did you tell them they were wrong? Your article looks like a pessimist’s work looking for some puppy love and soul pampering which the world can’t give. I don’t get it why did u even bring witchdoctors into the argument and try to defend the credibility of their work. So now we lag behind in mediocrity when I sincerely chose to not respect the beliefs of a derailed individual with conspicuous body drawings who is nothing but a mere village clown covering himself in stinking bones and other insane paraphernalia believing he will raise the dead – I graciously pass this to you and whoever else is desperate enough to believe such can bring forth salvation. Why are u still holding on to old taboos all in an attempt to ‘preserve’ culture but don’t we have museums for these things. Time waits for no man and times have changed instead of adapting to the change u chose to fight it and in biology I believe it was called natural selection when the weaker individuals are unable to survive hence die and become extinct.

In conclusion, I am not saying any generation is more important than the other but all I know is the first generation is supposed to smoothly usher in the new but till we find a common ground where both the elderly and the youth could give each other the chance to see from the other side of the coin before tramping each other. We just misunderstand each other. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks but practice makes perfect. It doesn’t hurt to try , it doesn’t even cost a thing so please we should not tolerate such insensitive immature remarks from a blunt perspective …we just grew up in different times but none of us is superior to the other at the end of the day as long as u have a birth-date then you aint God .
By baba mboga ur neighbourhood garbage man. Taking out the garbage near you.