BLOGGING FROM THE MANSION

I published my first post '' My new apartment on the 17th/07/2013. I didn't think anyone would be interested in reading it, so I had told my self it would be my first and last post. What changed my mind was the message I got on Facebook the next day

Hi Jamain,I really wanted to say that I enjoyed reading your blog article

about your new apartment,it was fresh,clean and simple on the eye

keep them coming.

signed.,new fan.

I didnt really think blogging would be one of the coolest things that has happened to me this year. am always looking forward to going back home from work,sitting in-front of my PC and sharing my day,thoughts,views with my new invisible friends.

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 All my blog readers ,from your respective countries
, RECEIVE MY FLYING KISS

MUYENGA MANSION

(SUGAR DADDY)
The part that I love the most on you baby girl, are your buttocks
Cause nothing shapes a woman more than her buttocks
Not bottom, bottom………… limits my imagination
For am a man of description

You go call me whatever you want
Obsessed, possessed but baby girl
Am obsessed about you
For your like tequila and sex on the beach cocktails down my esophagus

You see, you’re a true representation
Of trending fashion
That’s my perception
From now on, if you want to attend any occasion
Am VIP you will not need to queue at the reception
Am willing to fulfill your every expectation
Do you want further education?
Do you want a birthday celebration?
Now that is my total dedication
You see am a banker by designation
I also host a political show on nation television
Am willing to fulfill your every expectation
But on only one condition

Come……….. Come………………
I want to take you to my Muyenga mansion
Where you will lay back on my expensive Dubai cushion
And show me that dimension
That dimension that go make me have a hard erection
An erection that go opt for a straight penetration
Interruption?
You do not have to worry about any interruption
My wife says in the Na-guru Mansion
Prevention?
You do not have to worry about any Prevention
I passed through circumcision, am VIP I get HIV/AIDS immunization
Now why are you still worried?
Are you in your menstruation?
OH its conception
You’re worried about conception,
But I thought you’re on an injection

Even though you’re not on an injection
We shall not have pregnancy prevention
In case of conception
You will become my wife to stay in this Muyenga mansion

But you see, I don’t want your concentration to be on the dangers of
fornication
I don’t want you to think that sleeping with a married man is an
abomination
I need sexual satisfaction……………………………………
I don’t want you to lay like a log
Like firewood in transportation
I need sexual participation
If you fulfill my one condition
I may even take take you to Mombasa for a vacation
In short,
In brief,
In conclusion,
Come……… come……..
I want to take you to a private place
Where you go show me your private parts and I go give you money

(And the next moiring it was my turn to talk)
(pretty lady)
Did you enjoy?
Did you enjoy my spectacular curves?
Did you enjoy my HIV positive flesh?
Ah aha ha big daddy, do not worry
The positiveness is mostly in the blood
My flesh is negative
Ah aha aha ARV’s are free; I get them free from the hospital
What! What! What are you complaining about?
Do you think you will be the first one to have HIV?
Or do you think you will the last?
My dear, every day a stupid woman and man like you
Forget about all the advice they have gotten about HIV
They forget about ABC they opt for IGL……. I GO LIVE
Now why are you blaming?


While in club silk, were you drunk, yes!
While in your automobile, did you talk about an HIV test, NO!
While you were driving, didn’t you pass by a billboard saying get off
the sexual network, you did
And while you continued to drive, did you pass by Oasis to buy
condoms
Or did we buy them from Nakumatt?
We did not buy condoms
So why are you blaming me
Even when I gave you my rough rider, my rubber,
You threw it back to me and said
‘’Give that rubber to Rabadaba
For me I go live
I do it live
As live as an Umeme wire’’
So why are you haywire?

Next time do not let your eyes do the work of a microscope,
Do not look at some body and conclude they are HIV negative
You will be in for a disappointment
Next time, use a condom
Or even you should be faithful to your wife
I will not advise you to abstain
I wouldn’t want your wife to complain
You took me to a private place
And I showed you my private parts
And I did not only stop at showing you
You know what we did
So give me my moneyooooooooooooo
I want to goo…………………………..

(Muyenga mansion is a narrative poem written and performed by me. My first book of poetry NIPPLES, DIMPLES and PIMPLES will soon be
out.

Using laughter to still pass on the message 

POETRY and NADA (PT 2)

Shall we burn up, tread that face at once
Into tinder,
And so hinder
Sparks from kindling all the place at once?

Or else kiss away one's soul on her?
Your love-fancies!
- -A sick man sees
Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her!

 

 

Rosy rubies make its cup more rose,
Precious metals
Ape the petals,- -
Last, some old king locks it up, morose!

Then how grace a rose? I know a way!
Leave it, rather.
Must you gather?
Smell, kiss, wear it- -at last, throw away!

A Pretty Woman

 

         BY

Robert Browning

POETRY and NADA (part 1)

A Pretty Woman

  by Robert Browning

That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers! 

To think men cannot take you, Sweet,
And enfold you,
Ay, and hold you,
And so keep you what they make you, Sweet!

You like us for a glance, you know- -
For a word's sake
Or a sword's sake,
All's the same, whate'er the chance, you know.

And in turn we make you ours, we say- -
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say.

But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,
Though we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed you
in a mortar- -for you could not, Sweet!

All's our own, to make the most of, Sweet- -
Sing and say for,
Watch and pray for,
Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet!

So, we leave the sweet face fondly there:
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!
Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there!

As,- -why must one, for the love foregone,
Scout mere liking?
Thunder-striking
Earth,- -the heaven, we looked above for, gone!

And while the face lies quiet there,
Who shall wonder
That I ponder
A conclusion? I will try it there.

Why, with beauty, needs there money be,
Love with liking?
Crush the fly-king
In his gauze, because no honey-bee?

Is the creature too imperfect,
Would you mend it
And so end it?
Since not all addition perfects aye!

May not liking be so simple-sweet,
If love grew there
'Twould undo there
All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet?

Or is it of its kind, perhaps,
Just perfection- -
Whence, rejection
Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps?

MY SOUL DOES SEE

                

                                I SEE YOU

My soul watches you fighting for my belongings,

Even before my body turns cold

It sees you cry with one eye closed

As the other is open ,eyeing the sauce pan of porridge.

Hypocrites,

the bible talks of you,

 hypocrites

Putting on my grave cheap flowers

Wont they rot faster than my body

Is the color of the petals a mimic of my ashen skin

Don’t bother making my casket pretty on the top

I really don’t care for fake beauty.

My soul watches you gossip about my will

who will inherit my land

wear my clothes,sell my suitcase of heels

But if I were you, I would gossip very little

For you have no share on my property

My soul has hears you

But it will make no threats

 I will wait for your turn

So  just go ahead 

 eye that porridge on the charcoal

Fight for the legs of the cow

Fall in the sauce pan of pilau

Not long you will join me here

And its only fools that ask where?