THE QUICKIE

THE QUIKIE

 How we go to work over here. On my way there I just popped into a studio for a quickie. She told me to walk in(the studio),it was dark and we were all alone. Then she put it on(the lights switch ) and boom,it was camera,lights and action .I was looking forward to the action part,so she touched me softly here and theeeere(for the right pose) and told me statue (not to move).I was anxious and i held my breath."Tuck it in"(the tummy),she ordered like a troop commander and i obeyed -You know her wish is my command and right now i was not following the 10 commandments. Then she busted,am coming and she walked out. A second later she was back with eager desperation to get it done. I was standing there like a maasai moran ready to strangle a lion. Suddenly and without trepidation,she put it in(the camera pin that connects to the flash) and suddenly she screamed...one..two..threee..cheese eeeeee The quickie was all over and i stood there just hanging like a coat hanger and off she left.(to the computer room.) to process my photo.

WE ARE ONE.

Looking forward to the conclusion of the elections cycle.

The salesman needs to go back to work.

To grind and oil the wheels of the Nation.

At the end of the day we all need to work to eat.

Expect no manna from heaven.

Keep the peace.

See you soon in the field.

Support my hustle when i knock your door, i will support your hustle when you knock on mine.

We're all united in the fight against poverty, ignorance and disease

Yet i don't know your name.

Call me Raiyammoja, a kenyan joe.

We are all wananchi not yet wenyenchi.

We need to hold hands together to pull together in Harambee.

Lets lift one up; drop your hand and pull one more up.

Together we are united in our struggle to play our role and make a difference.

Make Kenya better than we found it,

That way our children playing together in the streets will have a better future.

What will You bequeath unto the future.

Tujipange : Tuungane : Tupaae pamoja.

A POEM- Dock on the bay.

So he sits and watches as time ebbs away

Like a dove sitting on a tree's edge

Along the dock on the bay

The waves and tides change the game

And the sea slowly slides far away

His day's goal seem so near away

That's the plight of a salesman's day

Locked in the day with no sales

Tomorrow he'll rise again

These path's he knows too well

He can't afford to give his hope away

What will be left with hope no more

Till the last breath he'll march away

March through hell if that's what it'll take

To makes sales and make his hay

The sun shines not every day

Sometimes it's rain all through the day

The way is muddy,rainy and wet

Still the goals set must be met

To him there's no let up till he gets his pay

He'll stand in the rain till the last drop

Then the sun will shine and light his way

Hard times don't last but hard people do

He heard that in class eight

Eight five add thirty five still digging

Keep digging till you find the diamond 

Along the way you get lemons

Make lemonade,fight your demons

Feed your fear with courage

Failure love company,stay away

Sometimes you'll have to walk away

Watch the game at the dock from the bay

Like the dove sitting on the tree's edge

And time ebbs away.

You make it.

Wanjohi wa Maina ®

©Raiyammoja