RogueBachelorDiaries 101 ||Pt.2||

Pt. 2/3

Umesimama sana, lakini cheza chini. Insta stories so fresh, kidole cha gumba; buh! so dramatic kama bikra Koinange.
Kama pasta kwa pulpit umestand; kama 125 matwana culture, yengs unabebwa. Sikuizi maisha Sankara lakini usikuje na bima kwa ghetto.
Center of attraction,”sun-kissed” caption, wachia Joe muchiri washa-like.
rule 2 : Real is overrated, peer pressure is overrated, shit is overrated.
Excuse my French;
Jo’ sem’b dhok e’ma telo Jakisera.




Best of both worlds, my druggy is a hybrid. All your exes ought to be a little shortsighted; cause if they never ever saw all the right shit!
Never conform, pretty face and your hips don’t lie.

Shake what your mama gave you (nodding her head in agreement ) These are levels Mr.Right never ungenza achieve.
They y’all childish and should keep on playing with their noses if they dare use the b*** word on you.

This for that insecure girl, your name I won’t mention. On Instagram straight flicking’, girl you are a nipple slip away from stripping’. Might as well, get your clientele up, do you think the buzz in the DM would stop fuzzing if you stop flirting?

You’d be surprised how many truths you can hide in these words. Thoughts keep flashing and I keep laughing; I think I lost my mind round the same time I lost my six pack
But no sit-ups for me.

You’d be intrigued, you ain’t got to back- up-twerk for Kudensi to notice.

Rule 1: Never flaunt about your body count. Stay woke like drake so no secret admirer runs up on your estate, catch you off guard, like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit.

Get yourself a bachelor, scratch that, get yourself a rogue bachelor; we just don’t sound regular.


I know I mentioned I don’t dig all that black lives tag. If you’ve been a patriotic reader you’d noticed; less we Africans stop being looked at us third world blacks.

The recent development on Kap got me thinking though. I’m a terrible judge of character, I know, and don’t understand how these folks in the states work, but I got my whimps on this one. Cmon if it got J Cole, the most rare species on twitter do a thread, its not just a fuss.

Hey, this post isn’t focused on America squabbles but I found its balance in our country and some pretty damn theories.

Lets take a trip down our flag, its colors and symbolism. My take I believe the flag and the anthem pretty much sums up everything that vouches for our patriotism. Everything else just doesn’t bring emotional attachment though should. Goes the question, do they represent us, who we are and stand for anymore ? Maybe,maybe not or we’ve just cultivated a system to make it “a symbol of unity” like a right of passage, that’s all?

Green for our ever “green nature” makes us sound such an environmental activist nation to Mr foreigner. Why did we crucify Wangari Mathai when she was advocating for this? Oh wait, we were waiting for Mr foreigner accrediting her so that we start noticing I ponder. What about the Mau lands, naaah to much politics i guess. Living in the city and politicking cover best of our horizons. Do we even have a policy to protect Mrs nature, hmmmm, ban plastic bags and plant one tree every annual world tree day! I still have my woes regardless of how efficient you find SGR , it was an act of rape to our parks.

Red, for the blood shed and sacrifice what I totally agree with but the million dollar story theyve denied us is how was the sacrifice, who sacrificed. Save me from that cheap talk we’ve been fed from GHC to history. Hypothetically if all tribes with the exception of Kikuyu collaborated could have mau mau won over the colonialists? The problem is our sacrifice story has been white washed so as not to make us ‘radical racists’ ?

I’ve lived to celebrate a couple of Jamhuri and Mashujaa days but what everyone waits is to criticize if Raila, Jaramogi or Jommo isn’t celebrated. What happened to our Mekatililis , Koitalels ? Are they just fiction made up to fill up our curiosity and all the glam and camera goes to the Mr legendary politician ? America celebrates their Malcom X and Martin Luther King but there’s a sacred place for Harriet Tubman .

Where’s the place for our fighters?

It saddens to watch Sarafina a hundred times but your nation has no visuals that show the struggle. Those white colonialists fucked us up that’s it that’s fact! How do you auction a nation with people, living people on some small newspaper cut!?

white for peace in a nation that’s fucking so tribal but use Mr politician as an escapegoat. we’ve constantly lied to ourselves that luo x trades with kikuyu y and looks up to maasai z for tradition makes us a happy nation.

There’s no peace when there’s deep mistrust amongst ourselves that the government has to use emotionless peace ads to blanket that all is good and sundry.

Black for the people but we constantly chase white man validation. But hey I got a take away assignment for you; I believe in my last check of history Raila and Uhuru studied abroad. Quick question did they ever face racial discrimination in any form? Food for thought.

In conclusion, we aren’t that great if we or the system constantly abuses the only one thing that sorts of should act as our symbol of unity.

Are you taking the knee or outchea playing commentary? What makes you own Kenya?

|| THiNK ||

Time to take a stand or watch them snatch our future. Throwing up my hands don’t let them shoot us cause we all we got.

God ain’t put us on the Earth to get murdered so don’t you point your weapons at me; seen the pictures, feel the pain, scandalous how they murder us.

Tired of them killing us, I may not find my way to Kibera but I saw octoppizzo, Muthoni drummer queen talk the talk, I feel they are walking with me.

Mothers crying “Stop the riots”, we don’t have to chalk the city. They are killing’ teens, they are killing’ dreams (It’s murder).

Come on folks we got to stick together, because the police are taking shots and I ain’t talking about Ciroc. I’m talking about baby pendo, i’m talking about

History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental. Kenya’s a glass house and my revenge is mental. We need more than a Kendrick Lamar hook ….” fuck the police”…..
Rather than using my brain, they are throwing stray bullets through the window.

If excessive force was a drug, then they overdosed. Police holding on the heat;
turned on the news and seen a tank rolling down the streets but they are not here to balance the water rationing.

We’ve seen a lot of ice water tossed and I know it’s for a cause. My only question is, what we doing for the loss
of ?

Cause right now, I challenge you to use your talents to speak up, and don’t you ever let them silence you. Cause actions speak louder than words, that’s what I heard.

Shot down with his hands up, that’s what occurred. Man that sound absurd, matter of fact to me that sound like murder!
We want justice !! I’m an African luo and I’m saying it so proudly.

People stressing, protesting, unity is a blessing. So it’s time we come together and use our voice as a weapon.

News say we’re looting painting pictures like we are some animals. So let’s just stop flexing then because everybody cares for a minute, then stops. People are only there for a minute, then stop. Hashtags run for a day and stop!

Martin Luther King had a dream but they ain’t respecting Wangari Mathai out here: and they don’t really respect our freedom fighters out here.

Lights out, go dark – it’s like a nightmare. How do you play the game; guns verses bullets- they ain’t playing fair.
It’s going down, Armageddon right here!!

Right now, not on TV but right here.!!I’m a resident of a nation that sees the youth as a problem and blanket the resentments of its people with dumb peace ads.

What’s done is done the town erupts in fury and I’m already hearing bout this lopsided jury, the rest another story.

We need to act more worried right now. The revolution has been televised, if I sit here and don’t do a thing, that’s genocide!

How do you preach peace to a family that just lost they own? “We got to do something”

All that marching and that peace ain’t going to solve anything.

To hell with it, my moms, sorry I’m ready to rage the next time they dare “another stray bullet” on our home.


Before I grew teeth I had a pen and rubber plotting if I had planted one of my thoughts marijuana would grow .Only class I’m passing is English and business, I don’t know, maybe because they both got commas and then I’m caught in the middle like the line in the math divide signs.

looking for the inspiration that’s already in me. All the confidence I was trying’ to buy in books for myself. Spend all this time for one to say I’m fine. I really should have spent it trying’ to find myself.

I don’t wanna be you, I just wanna be me. I don’t wanna be cool, I just wanna be me. You don’t wanna be cool, you just wanna be them. I don’t like being cool. I ain’t trying to be cool, what’s it like being cool? I just can’t stay cool, I don’t want you to be me, you should just be you.

It doesn’t matter if a wave is rocking Versace or gashiki. If a cool guy shits his shit’s still going to stink. If a cool guy’s cool in the middle of the forest, man nobody cares!
So why don’t you just be the you, that you know you are. You know, when nobody else is not there? Don’t be weird, it’s easy, and it’s so important.

Being cool shouldn’t cost a fortune. It just means you pay less, it don’t make you bae-less. If you don’t get re- tweets, it doesn’t mean you say less.


“……   I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers, ain’t got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know…..I wanna know, if a nigga ain’t really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in…..” ~MEEK MILL.

No matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.

Don’t you look up to me, don’t trust a word I say. Don’t you end up like me, if you learn one thing today.

Identify yourself with the I!!
Credits: SOX ALBUM; Chance the rapper.


I’ll be lurking for women who re-semble perfections. Sending 10 a.m. texts like um, hello good looking hypo-Thetical question, how do you get all your essence in them?
Make-ups and dresses or I just be tripping !

I love the newness of it, we closer by the moment. None of us used to nothing, so my old jokes are working perfect.

Holding your every word and you quoting my older excuses, both of our ex’s issues with both of us now seem perfect. Hoping our imperfections aren’t noticed or unimportant; We all just rush the feeling, nobody loves the searching , of course we meet our intentions before we meet the person.
But whenever you got lonely, needed some advice: You’d call me your brother, that word is cold as ice!

Conquer the friend zone first, then beat through the bush I wonder? She lives way up in Harlem but she come to me when I call her and she all about her fashion she be working for Vogue but I’m all about my stacking, I been working the blue collar.
If the grass is green or, wilted and deadish yellow.

My best pick up line : Mama said that I was way too handsome to be throwing the hand’s son breaking walls like Samson.

Ham no burger, many fish for compliments. They set up boundaries and set ups, let downs, and booby traps. Lines for crossing and dotted, I thought pupils dilate my frame. Stepped into a club full of ‘blonde indepent girls’ singing Akinyele ! Momma I think I just met me a Madonna.

Left the country side a proff, came back a rogue bachelor; but the clouds never get old.


Lessons, lessons, sometimes you need lord to come rescue. Sometimes you want to get away, cause life get stressful. I done had it up to here, I felt the pressure but never got me turning up the bottle to deal with depression. Haven’t found too many real ones in groupies, often copped out if it wasn’t down to ride, because Judas could be your best friend & you probly even snogging Now it’s just us, you know family ties.

He say go on Folarin, I’mma take you some places. Mud, they don’t know where we come from. Of course they are going to’ say 12 turned me to a rogue bachelor.
It did, cause everyone be plotting and they stories ain’t adding up and when give you a lame a lil power they abuse it and start clowning.

I’m proud of myself, I’mma say it proudly. How are you gon’ beef when you got no broccoli.

 Sometimes I want to jeopardize it all but I know He don’t want to see me fall. They say success is the best revenge.

Success comes with people telling you: you are not loyal, you changed, you know, you’re not the same no more,

you didn’t get here. 

Like God ain’t had nothing to do with this?? I mean it just automatically comes with it.
It’s, it’s part of the package (shout to everybody still)

You didn’t change and I changed basically (stand ten toes down) You know that’s basically what it be.

I had a lady once stop me on the street. I was wearing safari boots and she says, “I’m glad you’re sticking with the brown shoes.” She says, “It makes me feel good.”
 Take this good advice, if they’re gonna judge you for life. Say we can’t always be fly. I’ll be good as long as the safari keeps the Omondi legacy alive.

We’d be on the same pedestal once you figure out why Lauryn hill doesn’t sing.
What’s competition? Kama ni vela, we manyaru me ma-shash……… “Kuna time ningesema Mola atanipigania, sio Mola pekee hata mi najiaminia……”Born to shine kama kipara ya Ondong’.


My druggy,Look what long hours of headphones and solitude did for me. My stupid thoughts now make sense eventually.

So sad you couldn’t see this was my destiny. Maybe if you were there in my ear buds then you would see good vibrations are what make me happy. Instead you look at me like boy (Chronix ….. Naaah…..) 

My druggy,

I’m no star and glam-bad-bougie-flick ,mean shit to me.

All this time it was not about the money. I’m where I’m supposed to be. I still believe in me and I’m a dreamer.Wouldn’t it be sweet if I had started my own school of thought; dispose my views and versatility. Exchange it for a life of sheesha dates.Tell me who you see when you turn on your data

Make the wrong turn and when you grow old, that will come back to haunt you.Like Chronixx, “me nuh follow nobody.

Oh gosh, what a happy story.I was under the impression that people just engineer love, but lately these are thoughts that I steer from. They say the apple don’t fall far from the tree. Apple a day, it keep the doctors away. I wonder if my father got more social dates than me !! 

But I can’t ask him. 

Trees down to the bugs, can’t forget about my plug. Cause last but not least I love my cocoa butter kisses.One in a million, you can ask Alliyah.

Credits: chronixx- chronology album


The sky is falling, the wind is calling. Stand for something or die in the morning. Visions of Harriet Tubman staring at me. Ramogi placed a hex on my future, someone catch me. I’m falling victim to a revolutionary song – the Serengeti’s clone. Everything on TV just a figment of imagination, I don’t want a plastic nation, dread that like a Haitian. We have to stay on beat, because our life’s an instrumental. This is physical and mental, I’ll probably get bashed by pro- mau mau freedom fighters but I won’t sugar coat it. 

Last time I checked, we were racing with Marcus Garvey and Malcolm X quotes; millennial generation so boxed up not to notice efforts of likes of Harriet Tubman. 

I want everybody to view my autopsy, so you can see exactly where the corrupt system had shot me. No disrespect to our prominent freedom fighters but it’s about time we gave credits to the likes of Harriet Tubman of our African History. I wonder if the likes of mekatilili wa menza also got compensation like our Mau Mau older folks. Don’t misquote me, but I’d rather have everyone getting due credit. I have a dream similar will probably be reflected in our nation. I’d rather have a 40 shilling coin casted Koitalel arap Samoei than its current tenant.

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable.They play musical chairs once I’m on that pedestal.

So get up off that slave ship and build your own pyramids.write your own hieroglyphs. 

Five-star dishes, food for thought. Back to put you backstabbing system, back on your spinal bone; mention tribesmen and women who fought for this independence. Much respect to our politicians, but we need to celebrate those warriors and affiliates of the war who aren’t recognized. The underground tunnel likes of our history. I still call it out a crooked system because folks still think luos came from Southern Sudan, huh! Rather than teaching us likes of Otto Von Bismarck and sugar coating how Cecil Rhodes colonized us; actually actioned a nation with people in it; buh they don’t mention that because it sounds too radical. That’s why they were so quick to shut down Gaddafi. So before you ride branding yourself the nigga word, know those white folks called us monkeys and worse. 

Dear Lord come save me, the devil’s working hard. He probably clocking double shifts on all of his jobs. Sorry I can’t turn the other cheek. 

Welcome to my independence.


Pineapples that are put on Pizza think they’ve made it in life. I see who you really are, moon in a sea of stars. Trust me I see the vision, trust me I you don’t know about me. People who do not know me should quit Google search to get the truth about me. I’m the uncle that don’t do too much of that talking call me young Folarin. 

Every empire should have a cookie position and you are not a boss unless your woman official: and she command attention, that’s why they look at her differently: and she demands respect, and she flexing when she don’t get it. Bachelors say that’s light-skin behaviour

I think it’s more or less, she worried about the bank statement or want a ring and the last name for securities.

 Money can’t buy you happiness, that’s true as hell.

But happiness can’t buy your  ass a new pair of kicks. I love you like the fat kid loves cakes. Adelle- she a diva, keep her name up, keep her wing fly.