tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41817742770532641642024-03-22T07:10:11.707+03:00THOUGHTS IN WORDSNew beginningsMUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-15115374528505259782014-03-28T12:52:00.000+03:002014-03-28T13:21:45.457+03:00NEW PSV RULES A JOKE
Taking a look at the NEW PSV RULES, I am convinced as a nation, we have lost the baby before its birth.
I am thinking about those jalopies that ply some rut of a road in Mumias, and only they can, or a rattletrap that makes runs somewhere in Ntirimiti, Meru County, or Mwenda Wa Micheni's Chera express, and I am convinced the government wants to kill the poor mans mode of transport. How do youMUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-52636182905392644692014-03-19T10:51:00.003+03:002014-03-19T10:51:48.393+03:00The marriage proposal...
I knew she loved serene places, and having been to Baobab, Marimanti, I made a call to the manager and put forth my request.From Mitheru we set off, passing through Chuka town to purchase some essentials. I looked at my watch, two PM. We still had time to catch a cold one at Eco lodge, Kajuki, before we proceeded down to link with Mate road.I looked at the woman tapping her foot to the beat of MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-44716438337249428282013-07-14T18:52:00.001+03:002013-07-14T19:49:20.693+03:00Guile of the calm sea...
The guile of the calm sea,
Will not lie that all will smoothly sail,
Such is stuff only made in Hollywood,
For,
At us,
The sea will throw storms
But this ship we building
Will weather all Weather
If we remain firm on the steering wheel
Keeping it on course even when it veers.
And sail it to the end of time we will.
MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-7474797477093948642013-07-11T13:29:00.000+03:002013-07-11T13:29:09.442+03:00Together
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MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-22181994492807262292013-06-19T13:41:00.004+03:002013-06-19T13:41:34.758+03:00The weekend that was
Walevi wawili.....
MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-30381619502145215692013-06-18T14:21:00.001+03:002013-06-18T14:22:06.299+03:00LETTING GO, TO EMBRACE ANOTHER; THE HEARTS PATH
Chasing an elegant elusive Arabian Gazelle,- Beautiful as dawn Ignoring Gnu's and Elands, partridges and fowls, A pursuit intent to achieve an end, but startled by a rustle from a groove, Espied an Axis deer in all its splendor, and there and then he knew, As he rested his sights on that which showed promise full, The Arabian gazelle had been, through brush and thorn, but a guide.
MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-56113563158414575122013-06-09T18:49:00.000+03:002013-06-09T18:49:37.057+03:00I WISH MY GRANDPARENTS WERE HOMEGUARDS.
The week starting today, @Occupyparliament realoaded takes place on 11th. I dusted the first protests teargas with doses of water doled out without stinginess by fellow protesters. With Serem's commission and the MPigs having cut a deal, I am a grown up who sheds tears for no reason; I will not be attending the coming one; I know a lost case when I see one. Fifty years from now, a fellow gifted MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-13824459340919409672013-06-04T19:57:00.001+03:002013-06-04T19:57:09.243+03:00My dear daughter / son
I trust I will beget you one day, and if,
watching you through the hiccups of growing you wont kill me with
fright, then I will get the chance to walk with you through your highs
and lows, have you drive me nuts with your insolence when you wont
listen but patiently wait for you to come to your senses and we reason
together. It will be hard, loving you and giving you tough
love; the MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-13433069509073946002013-05-31T18:23:00.004+03:002013-05-31T18:23:57.124+03:00The Tom Cat is Male. Not a SHE
The world over, people have never fared great in domesticating the male
cat. Where I come from, in a village wedged between Nkorongo and Nturu
streams (and Kirimbu na Kathamba Ncici cutting along the village), the
male cat is called Mpau. It is how it operates that makes it a
not soo good domestic worker; considering that for shelter, a cat is
supposed to work to keep rats at a minimum.MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-53147726868794657612013-04-16T20:34:00.002+03:002013-04-16T20:35:04.305+03:00FAMOUS MIPANGO YA KANDO
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MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-72857687749271927942012-12-06T19:02:00.001+03:002012-12-06T19:02:55.837+03:00let the roads lead where I walk safe regardless time.
Blot out the sun, dusk Bring on the mask of conscience, night By light gentlemen turn them into hunters by night Wedding band displayed by day Into pocket deep now hidden Sniffing skirts, which by day demure And in boardroom skirts suits dressed Are ready to fall for a flirt, a stare, a glance. World of lust, the loins yearn
Alike the hunter carrying an elephant heavy Killed by greed when MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-35858422636775487502012-11-28T15:34:00.002+03:002012-11-28T15:45:57.433+03:00FAMED SIDE DISHES - YAANI MIPANGO YA KANDO
Mutuiri Gitonga
2012-11-27
FAMOUS MIPANGO YA KANDO
Kibaki’s presidential brief to the country that he
has only one family is arguably one of the most memorable. This was in response
to rumor that he had a second family. A woman described as a business woman,
moving around with bodyguards and living the life of the upper socialites while
appearing at political functions portraying the MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-18978752837572545402012-11-14T18:46:00.002+03:002012-11-14T19:13:50.829+03:00RUSTLING A WAY OF LIFE
The upper part of Kenya, or the Northern Frontier extending all the way past upper Eastern to upper Rift Valley province is a study in character. Fifty years after the colonialist left, lifestyle seems to have stood still in the behinds of the interiors of this places, with sophisticated guns being the only modernity to make a visit. Guys still live in Manyattas whose structure, build and MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-49744514148053834412012-10-27T10:15:00.003+03:002012-10-27T10:15:44.694+03:00FESTERING TERRORISM
Sheikh Rogo. A name on everyone's lips. Same
as Omar Mwamwhatever, the MRC Leader. And almost everyone is up in arms
at the death, or treatment, of this guys whose outfits, however genuine
their concerns, are being addressed in the wrong ways. I beg to
ask, who knows the name of the officers injured or slain when a grenade
was lobbed at them post Rogo's killing? Can someone give me a name MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-64255523197929641452012-10-27T10:11:00.000+03:002012-10-27T10:11:26.142+03:00Muzzled Donkey.
An old shawl thrown over her once expensive
sweater strangles her neck as she trudges the ridge in mud caked
gumboots that are partially covered in a once upon-a-time-ago in-fashion
long flowing skirt common with rural women. A tea picking basket
hugging her back, she heads home in a robot like trance; Being midweek
and her offspring being school going children, she has spent the night
at MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-25544971725501901692012-10-05T12:43:00.000+03:002012-10-05T12:43:59.330+03:00FOREVER MY HERO
Harrison Maitha, the bodyguard who
died protecting Fisheries Minister Amason Kingi, first had his hands severed as
he warded off Panga blows meant for Ministers head. He will forever be my hero, the man who did his job to the best of his abilities. He reminds me of my close
friends in the various forces, with very young families and bright dreams and
burning ambitions. In uniform or MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-76530054463505562602012-09-27T12:59:00.002+03:002012-09-27T15:16:32.997+03:00NITHI MP AND AGRICULTURE ASSISTANT KAREKE MBIUKI A FAILURE TO NITHI AND KENYA.
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I have let you go
For if holding on
and I stifle you
I die too.
But in my tight clenched fist
I will never let go
The little of you
MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-46455637608972983302012-07-03T18:46:00.001+03:002012-07-03T18:46:24.131+03:00-To new grazing fields,
Like nomads,
Some are here only for a while
Till the quest for pasture is quenched.
Like the pastoralist's mooing herds needing move
So the feisty systems of our souls demand
-To new grazing fields,
Instinct leading to unknown oasis
We must trek.
Its been a pleasure
And until the cycle comes full,
You whom we've grouped
And until we meet again,
Will be missed.
MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-40922873285977089072012-06-15T15:23:00.001+03:002012-06-18T14:42:31.855+03:00THE FUTURE LIES IN INTEGRATION, NOT SEGREGATION
THE FUTURE LIES IN
INTEGRATION, NOT SEGREGATION
Black Hijab’s twirl waist high to
the beat exposing long tapered legs, some draped in colored tight fitting polka
dot or black leggings that reach the ankle of half a dozen Somali girls. A
lanky, well-built young man in his twenties dances with all the intimacy of
body contact the dance calls for with one of the beauties. A decade ago, this
MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-10542367960192521332012-02-09T16:57:00.001+03:002012-02-09T18:21:13.737+03:00CONNED: EPISODE 2The night was long. A thousand pains multiplied stabbed his body from the multiple beatings he had got earlier in the evening from the lynch mob. They say hell is in the afterlife but this pain was more than the real thing. Numbness assailed his body. He felt his eyelids cover his eyes in a stubborn blanket that would make his eyes open his eyes in slits come morning.
Even his tongue, which hadMUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-20709082642045485892012-01-30T19:42:00.001+03:002013-04-19T18:02:38.013+03:00CONNED: A SERIES. EPISODE ONE
CONNED: A SERIES
Episode 1.
A slow smile curved on his features as the Matatu cruised along Thika road heading to the city. In a few hours, he, James, would have the papers that would enable him cross the bridge from the deserts of poverty to the oasis of riches, at a fee. If guys coughed over two hundred thousand shillings to get to the armed forces to earn a paltry thirty or so thousand who MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-443964545620974542011-12-05T19:51:00.000+03:002011-12-05T19:51:22.517+03:00HERE AND ABOUTI haven’t been in Mwingi a full day but i've noticed it’s not unusual for traders to leave their expensively stocked shops unattended. That would be risky in many other-a-town and suicidal in Nairobi. I enquire what drives levels of security in this transit town that is a rainbow collection of tribes and nationalities. The fear of Kamuti, witchcraft famed along Kamba land to punish thieving MUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181774277053264164.post-81170612752211730182011-09-25T12:08:00.000+03:002011-09-25T12:08:53.296+03:00THIS WOMANLook at you, woman
Girth ballooning out of control
Too,your husband says you resemble
His ancient looking mother in law
This your husband, neat a trim forgets
You were the boys crush of the village
The reference girls used for beauty
The girl whose eye's captured his heart
This man, your husband, woman
The boy through toil you molded into a man
This broke lackey you broke your back for
Says youMUTUIRI GITONGA - ROBERThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612188389351378216noreply@blogger.com1