#PlugTheWalk : Ignite your dream & celebrate your setbacks.
Art by Daniel omondi
#PlugTheWalk : Ignite your dream & celebrate your setbacks.
Art by Daniel omondi
PROJeCT| Wet DReAMS– Celebrating an eDGe art by Omondi DaniEl
love or lust; angisenawo namandla okubh…
Ok’salayo ngiyathanda, at the end I could tell the difference. Back when Martin King had a thing for Coretta, months go by just to see him for a weekend.
Love, that hurts, last one you left you came with a bruise. That’s how I figured you just left someone else and he did a number on you, I know he did.
Emotions are the worst snitches mixed with vodka get you mumbling the truth. sometimes you’ve got so much drive but get lost in these streets.
“That must be why you move so, icy, like there’s nobody you’ll ever need.”
We’ll twisted with the: “I love you through the distance… “I love you” texts, the kisses emojies, the sex but… but the sex! Is it the act or gender? I’m just human to doubt.
Money come and go (You know that)
Love come and go (It starts out with a “hi” text…. white T and an ice cream dinner dates… all day on the phone with 8 missed calls, just to wake up to ‘let’s call it quit’ texts) (don’t shit last! ?)
It’s all coming back to me like Déjà vu.
The drama Usain Bolt to us omond1, through depths and peaks, better protect the emotions so I pen this prenurp speech.
Stars are so pretty but they aren’t that closer to God. I’mma need a black tux and a bow tie all fayafin just in case her face shows up with a plus one. Meek ‘save me’ set precedence sometimes you need to end it on a high note!!
Call it first world problem, my friends barely recognize me when I lose the caps and lenses on.
Kudensi wouldn’t find it fun hanging up with me no more, trading ‘Days of our lives’ for Grey’s anatomy!?
Folarin like, Kudensi !*!#
She text me “my S6 is broken” …. she needs an upgrade. What gives? I guess that’s the price of flirting in the garden of Eden filled with Apple cracked screens.
She wants shares but I just need a bite of the Apple like Adam and Eve. I didn’t know you before but your ex-boyfriends probably spoiled you with iPhones and HTCs as their TLC expressions; with Obama faces making you promises.
Well some-sung its scouting good life or LG if you want to be technical but; If you got a knife in the palm of your hands I’ll let you cut my heart up, my druggy, I’m just sayin, I no-kia.
Is it me, or are you cold?
Because my feelings are poking out my clothes, but to be honest that’s a platonic line for poets.
I’m just out here supporting them glorious ugly fayafin shorts, bowties and suits.
Hey, tec-no way Allah would be proud of the 21st blackberry whose only juice is to drain data bundles that you drip to stalk billionaire quotes on Facebook for gram captions and retweets; Pinning locations to tour social-lite joints and keeping up with socialite- trends.
Well you made this far and can’t put logic to this wasted post titled smartphone. -R’B
I got every right to feel myself, right? I told her I’d pick her up, she said, “Cool” She said, “What time,” I said, “2” Then she asked me what time she’d be back I said, “2:30” She said, “Pssh, like that?” I said, “Pssh, I’ve been like that”
So grab your fayafin pair of ugly shorts ‘cause time’s beautiful and I inspired it, matter of fact I designed it myself. My druggy, I can turn a heartbreak teacher to a cold diva.
I’m trying to keep all our chemistry good, get your confidence and your relevance up in your purse and to younger women it’s better to love. You looking’ at IG, you tell me it ain’t enough;I literally hit on you 1,2,3…. okay who’s counting, ought to tell you look good but pretty hurts, my train of vibes is still trying to get you (ch-ch-choo )
I can define me but if I let my friends do it. I’m in the mirror like “this a product of my skills?” I admit, in this life I tend to struggle to relate in words.
art by Daniel Omondi.
Credit: wale; good to great
Jamming, jamming, I just might learn to speak some zulu. I hear everyone talking, so say it twice so I know you actually meant it. They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself . These are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myself. Debates are growing about who they think is the best.
But I thought “F**k it”, it’s worth it to share.
Everyone is trying to pose like they represent the youth, Check the work rate, it isn’t equal. Let me balance it, let’s tell the truth. I don’t plan on running out of juice. I’m about to go Kanye West on my ego, whoosh, I just announced the biggest deal in rap music, let me brag a bit;
That’s #lifeOfPablo #lateRegistration #collegedropout #Graduation #808sAndHeartbreaks #Yeezus #HatingNeverEverGotYouNowhere #FeelingYeezyToday
Tell me my zone isn’t Pretty? so if man try say he’s better than me, tell I’m about to call Stormzy because that was a terrible lie. This feels like some ego tripping shit 😆. -R’B
If we could role play I would be Adam and every woman would be a bold Esther; so do more than whisper welcome to the church. I don’t want to be out here jamming words and kidding crying emojies on rape or sexual assault threads.
Can’t capture but my conscience ruptures; dare not to choke me with “…her dressing provocative…” Sentiments. Say NO to rape! Say NO to rape excuses! Say NO to sexual assaults! Say NO to symbolising women to sex!
Can I get a NO from the congregation… ?
Best of both worlds, my druggy is a hybrid. All your exes ought to be a little shortsighted; cause if they never noticed your worth, never conform.
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 the gram straight flicking’, girl you are a nipple slip away from stripping. Might as well get your clientele up.
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 Lil Wayne and Baby drama.
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. C’mon 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 and that’s all?
Green for our ever “green nature” makes us sound such an environmental activist nation to Mr foreigner. Why did then 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 they’ve denied us is how was the sacrifice actually, 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 Malcolm 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 so tribal but use Mr politician as a scapegoat. 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 among ourselves that has now got the government using peace ads to blanket that all is good and sundry.
Black for the people but we constantly chase white man’s 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?
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’ve got.
God ain’t put us on the Earth so you get to murder me; so don’t you dare point your weapons at me; seen the pictures, felt the pain, scandalous how they murder us.
I may not find my way to Kibera but I saw octoppizzo, Muthoni drummer queen and Juliani talk the talk, I feel they are walking with me.
Mothers crying “Stop the shootings”, we don’t have to choke the nation. They are killing’ teens, they are killing’ dreams, they are killing bread winners (It’s murder and less we forget they probably have families and kids who see the state killing their parents and the same preaching peace with live bullets; ain’t that radicalization enough).
Come on folks we got to stick together, because the police are taking shots and I ain’t talking about Konyagi. I’m talking about baby pendo, i’m talking aboutanother “casuality in the crossfire.”
History keeps on 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 the government 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.
Cause right now, I challenge you to use your talents to speak up, and don’t you ever let them silence you or be skeptical of the ‘brand’ label. .
Teargassed a kindergarten school, that’s what occurred. Man, that sounds 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.
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. Press 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 bonfires- they ain’t playing fair!!
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, mom, sorry but I’m ready to rage the next time they dare “another stray bullet” on our home.
CREDITS: DONT SHOOT US BY THE GAME