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When I see them struggling I question His 'mercy ' ,His concern to His creation ,
When I see the dry lands I question the gifts of the skies. .
When I see them on TV arguing politics I pity the hungry up North ,
When I see them at the pulpits doing it for God I wonder why they don't do it for the people ,
What's the honor in standing in churches seeking from the poor multitude ,
Now the white hater families are out of their prosperity street to our misery streets helping the poor lover families.

Now they takin credit for helping us out of starvation ,
Journalists are makin careers out of dying-starved countrymates , selling and winning accolades for their 'superbness' in photography,
Mr. Government don't forget us when you make that doe, when you get that donation that funding. Don't you forget the North of my country !
Your highness why is this calamity forever!?
Quit being that mysterious Being watching His followers succumb to your ........l.

To our All star MPs, Kenya can use your money one more time. ...
All star MPs who do you want to spend on: your careers or the lives of your constituents ?
Drop your interests and save those whack wordplays for later , real people simple things should remain primal , monumental.
Of you , some of your voices give bass others treble - slate to a higher pitch and let the will of the people shout-out through you.
Or else get played out of position and lose the right for generations to remember you!


AS I observe a moment of closure for the lives lost as a result of this God-given hunger , I curse my government moreso they who defied the prophecies of the present predicament. The end maybe near, the end maybe in 2012 but you do not have access to lives , to shaking nature. Death is the only expert , the only I can't curse the only I respect -the one I wish you meet today for disregarding the value of the humans.

One.

Am your most wanted.

You, flora and fauna need me alike.
I am the ultimate find.
Find me for Somalia poor country is in crisis .......

I have enemies who exploit your mistakes ,
This you make in pretence to your advancement in technology,
You force me off my adapted native homes.
These enemies deny me visas to their nations ,
The poor you suffer these consequences , a few are lucky. But not for long.
I am the most wanted , your daily prayer. !

From nature I am unprotected ,
By nature I thrive , I survive.
Your scientist claim to understand my superior [nature] forgeting She does not recognize good and bad , She only recognizes balance and imbalance.
Your fate mostly the bad , your technology shakes off the balance.
This imbalance depletes me from your farms , your silos ,your stores , your stomachs .....
Still am your most wanted , your daily bread!

I can name countries and companies who have made me a prisoner just from experiments ,
They've given life to my antagonists, arch-enemies !
In this life and in my prior we never co-existed.
Drought, their captain is forever merciless to my children.
This man , that lady , you , her , him , that cow depend on me being alive , but my existence is at a thread's hold.
Without me all nations will suffer Somali's present crisis ,
Thus I being man's most wanted , man's daily bread. !

Science today provides you with the illusionary protection from my enemies ,
Jealous am not , full of support to your idea of recreating my kind Bio-technologically ,
Genetically Modified you call it ,
If you can learn to cheat my Superior ['nature'] and still protect me from my god-given enemies then i' ll want you in reverse , I will be available for you everyday.

Money is what you seek , I is what you must have ,
The grounds are my home ,your stomachs my dump!
My ancestors were slaves of foreign trials,
Water is my best ally, soil elements come close too.
Every flora and fauna have a life courtesy of my kind.
My government has 0 % interests in your economies , we are the most generous persons.

We may be most needed , but like you we 'feel' for Somalia. Instability mostly to blame. Like us ,of our morals be selfless, be generous to your kind , donate the little you can to take me to their ever-unfed tummys.
I am their daily take , but we haven't made contact in a while.
Without me they surely have little reason to live.
I can reach them through the digits -> 0720139006. [m-pesa ]

One.

July 15. 11. 02 pm.

Out for excursion ,
I'm dottin , too blank ..........................................

July 15. 12. 01am

Today I lost the loss of thinking ,
My eyes are static maybe due to lack of sleep ,
Feels like there's violence in them.
I want to sleep but am too cold to
I can't sleep , there's an emptiness ....

Since last night there hasn't been a word between the two ,
Its all silent , my thinking is half empty ,
I try to imagine of the prince of darkness but am masked from creativeness.
This Man from above must surely be hiding my brain-cum-mind voodoo doll.
My spirit must have gone sour.
I need to think of the devil , see of him in my thoughts.

If he lived anywhere it must be with the twins ,
This why I never walk alone ,
They must have exorcized him out of ...
The world is not going round anymore , the walls seem still
Wish the worlds collide like they used to , am missing the obsession of it.
How can I resurrect it ? How do I ?
If I survive this i' ll burn candles with angel feathers.
If only I can make I strike.

This Being is after me ,
I never want His beliefs.
My akbar thoughts are euphemism to my religion , swallow dozen roses but still you won't get my twins !

There has to be a reunion to the daily continual wars of the twins. ...p..
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One.

July 14. 3. 48 am.

Today they've brought a woman to talk to ,
Therapy. -how I think, how I see she wants to know ,
My brain could never talk to to my mind ,
The heart, the mediater couldn't get them to converse either.
How now can I lay my troubled thoughts to she ?
She's persistent , insists she can be patient enough till I'm ready to open up.
I smile stupid at the idea , certain she'll cave....

This room , therapy room , is colourful the seats comfy.
She looks directly at I.
I try to teleport in my mind to a place of serenity. Still she stares.
Feels like I can blow up.
I get touchy - am reaching to everything close by.
She says its the first step to opening up. She starts writing scribbling her clip board...:

I envy her , her poise she s collected, calm all this time.
'Talk you to me before you wreck yourself ' , she utters.
A wreck I must be. Why else would I be confined here?
Stilll am convinced of my ideologiê _ I'm good at facing myself. Often I think before I do , look ahead before commitment. ... But now am talking to her. Can't tell why but am answering to her at the moment ....p
The dialogue feels like a refill

I blur out a bit ,
There's some clarity , like I've been drinking again only now am sober.
What has she done , have I teleported through my mind to this quiet state?
My thoughts , the divine enemies are not in position. Am not bullied anymore. For the moment am clean , at peace.

Is it she , or has the Person above manned up to aid His creation ?
For a moment the twins relate , their sister is proud.
Hope tomorrow won't be a repeat of yester but of this moment , still can't sleep but atleast the siblings share a meal.

July 14. 2. 01 am.

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One.

July 13 , 1 .00 am ...

Checkin in rehab.
They keep tellin that I got it all in my head , they say its time of it to go -> the infatuation, the obsessions , the addictions , the confusion ...
Maybe its time for 'these' to go.
To be casted out till I got better had been coming.
They are fed up with the promises , the lies , the lack of belief. The decision is unanimous ~ rehabilitation for a month.
The feeling is hopeless , sad , _ feel pinned to the wall. Days will surely be darker.
They look convinced in their decision , . .
Can't lift my face to face the sky , it droops to the ground.
Thoughts are endless, non-conforming.

I used to be strong , atleast I thought I used to be.
Couldn't tell them bye, can't say a word till now.
For once I don't look to tomorrow , this walls will be my company.
Atleast I have my Blackberry for the moment.
Am afraid of the usual bouts between my brain and the mind.
And I hate it when the heart acts the peacemaker.
The heart suffers the more its quite weak.
They don't give me a pen , can't jot down the fight between the two , I'm sure to be more disturbed , more to think of it which is the reason of my seclusion.

My fingers always plaiting my afro , the best they can do.
I hope I could wonder if I'd be clean in the 4 weeks of rehab.
Obviously I need to be clean before commencement of the upcoming academic year.
Maybe I won't be thinking of it , won't be obsessed of it.
These twins , the brain and the mind should think alike and help their younger sister be hardy.
I can't afford to foretell what is to be but now I pity my heart, the arena to the battle øf the twins.

Posters on the walls read ' notice of eviction ' referring to 'it' in me.
I used to love sleep now am insomniac.
I never felt cold today I feeze continually.
Thoughts used to be clear, vivid now I struggle to hold a thought.
Its July 13 now 1. 31 am. Time's draggy.

I try to think positive , can't sit down I don't believe in this idea of they holding me in a cubicle for the month.
Wasn't born a champion, neither a believer but the crisis of the twins tells it all -> am opinionated !

One.

July 13 , 1 .00 am ...