ANIMA ANIMUS

My present time is 0133hrs 16/5/2012. why all this unnecessary information you may ask. i got home 5mins ago and now i have Tracy Chapman blasting in my ears. all that is irrelevant...so let me get to tonight's entertainment.  I (IMMAH) has been labeled a million words that boarder from alcoholic to drunk but i like to think of myself as someone who enjoys enjoying her bottle. so ignore all those other ideas and get it from the horses mouth or in this case the drunks mouth. my colleagues from Uganda that i just met for the first time are in town. and what kind of host would i be if i didn't take them to a club and show them a good time? so i decide to be the good host that i would love to have and we are on for a night out before i leave the office. I left the office having made up my mind on getting another tattoo. after that last few months i have had...a girl deserves a gift. so i get there as my other colleagues go to the club. i find my artist busy and so i kill a few...

 Hours ago the American President Barrack Obama who happens to hold one of the most powerful offices in this world made a speech that was widely televised, speaking of his opinion on Gay marriages.   When on Wednesday night he decided to make an endorsement to gay marriages because of a personal transformation on the issue. There were speculations that the president got to this decision after the vice president Joe Biden embraced the idea of same-sex unions in a Sunday talk show interview. Either way Obama (the man himself) is in support of gay marriages, so I cross my fingers that the serial imitation habits that Kenyans hold will not come to an end right now when we need them most. The   Kenyan LBGTI activists and members of the community may be excited over this statements mainly because the president has a Kenyan born biological father there lays the question of what does that mean for Kenyans. Luckily for us as the LGBTI the KNHRC just coincidentally gave t...

Your   touch is my compass To lead me to our home when away To give the words that I may say To linger in my skin forever To keep me warm when I lay My touch is a promise One that I hold trurer than my words One that speaks of only genuine deeds That I will die to keep That I will fight to save That speaks of the lengths I will go to see you next That keep me awake Show me where my arms belong That remind me of the future that you are to me The touch that guide me to our door Have me with no other desire Your touch that is imprinted in my soul That even if the light in my home goes off Shall shine in me Remind you that my being is yours That I will be waiting Until I see the day we share them again When my smile can glow My soul can shine My heart can beat My blood can flow My lungs can fill When I shall hold you as I ...

My work endeavors has led me to a beautiful hotel within the outcasts of Nairobi. A lovely clean-aired resort that reaches deep inside you like a surgeons blade. If you don't feel any connection with your surrounding after being here you need to have a talk with your pastor, shrink, witchdoctor or whatever floats your boat.  What do such environments do any human beings? They make you think. So that could be the reason I woke up feeling like hell. Fucked up tummy, head pains, mood as low as the Monk's. So I write, blog, tweet, entertain as much as I can but it only feels just half as good, the other half distant. That's when I realize that I have lost sight of the tranquility that I had a few months back.  The beauty that I celebrated as 2012, what had made me call it the best year I have ever had. What made me fooled that I finally have my life in the path that I had so tirelessly searched for for the last 20 plus years of my life. That which brings you to the falla...

Contrary to what I may let out; I get smitten quicker that hookers run. Today marks a week since I started on my Tracy Chapman obsession. By obsession I mean the following: listening to only her for the past week, googling every piece of information on her, creating an album for every available photo of her I can get my hands on, analyzing every lyric in her songs, throwing her in all my conversations to the point that i pity every person who think it wise to give me a moment of their ear, going P.I on her ass and finding all rumors about her. OK I shall stop there to avoid airing my psychosis to the internet public. One of you might take it upon themselves to institutionalize me. After my thorough job on her, I think she is one of the most talented dykes I have come across and her music and I have a long relationship ahead of us. A woman takes what she gets. Best of all the music has poetry oozing out of every hole in me and I am not complaining.

  Yesterday was something else; it was the baby’s party. *refer to the last post for better understanding. For those of you who have never hosted a 5yr old’s party, lemmi describe it for you. It’’s held on well-chosen day by the baby mafia; a day when almost all children are free and well prepared to drain you in all ways. So they all show up psyched up like they are on drugs and no matter what you do, there is no putting them down. So I had to get sneaker than the brats if I was gonna make through that day with any joy left in me. I made hints weeks before on how busy I shall be on that particular day and I shall be available in the evening and so should the party itself. As smart as the idea was, it opened up unweighed probabilities that I hadn’t analyzed. This includes how they called and texted every few minutes to add on to their demands list, and the constant changes in the birthday boy’s gifts. I took my sweet time with other business. Only to find the cake house clo...

Ever needed something without knowing it? I used to think its how I feel when I hug him But then it doesn’t supersede how I finally feel like am breathing when I see him Like I just surfaced after hours under water Wanting nothing more than to never see a frown on his face His laugh on my ears His health with him You may think I am giving him a little too much rope to hang me I wouldn’t really mind if it’s him Let me explain the psychotic language a little bit I and others call him MD He is tattooed on my skin Engraved on my heart Running through my being I met him five years back and never have I been anything but honored He created me He completes me Builds me He gave me the me that I love Showed me a better I, that I only dreamed of So I work, read, learn, write tirelessly That he may still have that pride I see in his eyes when looking at me for years to come His approval the biggest motivation I have ever had His needs the biggest ...