Two Girls, One Cup

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

Have you heard of this video? Really? Check it out. Lemme know what you think… Two Girls, One Cup.

By the way, it’s NSFW… (Not Safe For Work)

Militant out.

Destiny

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

So I was cruising this blog and it brought up the concept of destiny.

I believe, destiny is a concept that hasn’t been exactly well described. I think it can be likened to a road. Rather, the universe is a maze of roads. So every single person’s destiny is a chosen road, at a particular time.

And as with human beings, when you travel down a road, you come to junctions. Depending on your choices and circumstance, different routes or roads are taken. Though, in an ideal world, we should stick to the one road we are supposed to take.

But we don’t live in an ideal world. So we make choices, we compromise. We, for the moment, forget about the destination, and focus on solving the problems of today.

One day we wake up, and as Mainest Mendai says it, have a WTF moment. You realise that you’re so far from what you set out to achieve.

We’ve all been there. I do not criticise anyone for making the choices they do. I don’t know what it was like, when you made the decision that you did, at that particular moment.

I am not in your shoes, neither are you in mine. But relax, (now lemme geek out on you). When calculating the integral of Sine Theta, you don’t focus on the result being -Cosine, but on how to achieve -Cosine.

In other words, the end always justifys the means. And if you don’t believe me, think about it. If Lucifer never sinned, would we know what wrong is? If we never knew what crime was, would we put up all these security measures? If we never had terrorists, would we boost security at our vulnerable points?

So relax, what you’re going through right now, is all part of the grand equation. For there to be a number one, there has to be number two. For there to be a crime, there has to be a victim. We all have our positions to play in life.

I just hope you discover yours before the equation reaches its result.

Militant out.

Slavery

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

So I was watching this documentary, my girl gave me, about slavery and who started it, and as usual, the Americans found a way to make it all about them, so it ends up talking about who brought it to America.

It starts with drawing a conclusion, or rather a theory, to why there is contention between black and white people. Walter White Jr. says that apparently some Jew migrants, after fighting for recognition as Americans of equal rights, proceeded to go into the American interior and capture Native Americans, and sell them in Spain, Italy and Portugal, as slaves.

When people took legal action against this, they decided to come to the homeland of cheap labour, aka Africa. They were behind the acquiring and sale of African slaves all over the United States.

At least that answers one question, how the Jews in the US managed to amass so much wealth under the radar. Because I do not remember any Jew ever discovering oil on his land nor inventing something that resulted in huge returns.

Anyway, I cannot be angry about what happened in the past. All I personally have ever wanted, was a formal apology and assistance for those involved.

I was hanging with my bestfriend over the weekend, and I as usual, was going off about colonialism and how much I blame the British government for how fucked up it’s ‘colonies’ have become over the years.

He says, I shouldn’t be so bothered, especially since I wasn’t alive when it happened. But look at those who were. They don’t have the ability that I have. They can’t fight their battle, for one reason or another. But I can. And I will be damned, if I just sit by and watch such important issues to be swept under the carpet and forgotten…

I swear to fight for every single person who can’t. The forgotten people.

During the 2007 election in Kenya, I kept telling my country mates, that they ignored to appreciate the wonder that is our country. We have had the longest period of peace and stability, probably in Africa. That is, if you compare to other countries that attained independence during the time that we did (1963) and earlier.

But no, as usual, people have very short memories. And if anything, forget where they came from.

Always remember your roots! Our present is a result of our past. And our future is based on the present. It’s all connected.

Militant out.

“If we do not unite as brothers, we are destined to perish as fools…”, Dr. Martin Luther King.

Notorious B.I.G.

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

I finally watched the movie. And if you know me personally, then I guess you know how much love I have for B.I.G. I consider him to be the greatest rapper to ever live.

As for the movie, well, I believe Diddy fucked it up. There were so many inconsistencies! The general story was kinda true, but I feel like the truth was overshadowed by Bad Boys Record Label trying to save face.

Especially at the end, when he finally goes to LA. When Lil’ Cease got a death threat on the phone when they were outside some tatoo parlour. Seriously, if I were in the same situation, I wouldn’t just stand on the street acting like ain’t shit wrong!

I believe bulletproofing was available at the time… Plus, what are the odds of the fire marshall closing down the club, facilitating B.I.G. to leave, then he later gets shot at a traffic light.

This movie has raised more questions than answers. But you know what? I don’t care who killed him or why. Neither whether Diddy or Suge was involved.

Christopher George Latore Wallace deserves to be remebered for the life he struggled to achieve, and not the shit he got dragged into because of his choices and situations.

Notorious B.I.G. Rest In Peace. Mad love.

Militant out.

Siku Dorie alivyokutana na Rafiki Yake

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

I came across this really hilarious forward in my email, I just had to share it… Enjoy…

Dorie ni mwanadada Mbongo mzuri sana , miaka 22.
Anasoma katika Chuo fulani cha akina dada tupu kwenye
mji moja mdogo Virginia , hapa USA . Ana rafiki yake wa
kiume Mbongo miaka 29 anafanya kazi mjini. Basi siku
moja kaja kumtembelea bwenini. Kwa kawaida wanaume
hawaruhusiwi bwenini, isipokuwa mara moja kwa mwezi.
Tena ni lazima waache mlango wa chumba wazi.

Dorie anamkaribisha Stephen vizuri. Pombe ni maru***u
bwenini, lakini Stephen kabeba ndogo ya Vodka.
Wanaongea juu ya masomo huko wanasikiliza muziki wa
nyumbani. Wamekaa kitandani kwa Dorie. Roomate wake
Dorie kaenda mjini, kwa hiyo ni wenyewe tu mle
chumbani. Ile pombe kali inaanza kuwalesha. Dorie
anainuka kwenda kufunga mlango wa chumba halafu
anarudi chumbani. Kukaa karibu na Stephen wanaanza
kusikia joto ya miili yao . Wanapiga Tongue Kisi na
kupapasana huko wanacheka na nyege zinawapanda.

“Oh, Dorie napenda chuchu zako zinavyonichoma
kifuani.”

“Stephen, MMhhh, nakupenda.”

Dorie anashusha mkono wake kwenye mtuno wa Stephen.
Anakuta mboo yake imesimama. “Oh Stephen, mpenzi”
Unanitaka…..

Stephen anjajibu “Ndiyo mpenzi nakutaka!”

Dorie anafungua zipu na kuiachia huru mboo ya Stephen
iliyovimba kwa hasira. Anaipapasa taratibu… “Oh Dorie
nina hamu na wewe” Stephen anaingiza mkono wake kwenye
sketi, and bila kumvua chupi, anasogeza ilesehemu
iliyofunika **** na kuanza kuchezea kisimi cha Dorie.
Dorie anapanua miguu kusudi apate yote.

“Oh, Oh….” Dorie analegea kabisa,, Stephen anamvua
chupi. Anapapasa mwili wa Dorie, anaamua kumvua blausi
na sidiria na sketi….mwisho Dorie kabakia uchi pale
kitandani…..Stephen anainama na kuchezea chuchu kwa
mkono wa kulia. Anatazama **** ya Dorie invayovutia,
huko anachezea chuchu huko ananza kumnyonya Dorie
kisimi.

“Uwiiiiiiii,oohhhhhhyyaaaaaaa, maaiigodi, taammmuu
mpenzi unataka kuniua!

“Unaona Tamu ?” Stpehen anauliza

“Ndiyo sanaaa mmmhhh”

Kusikia malamiko yake Stephen anajua Dorie yuko tayari
kutombwa. Anajua ufundi wa kutomba ni kutayarisha
****, kabla ya kutomba. Kama vile kuwasha jiko la
mkaa. Hubandiki sufuria mpaka moto umekolea. Anatesti
**** na kidole, na kuona ina ute wa kutosha. Anashusha
suruali na kuingiza mboo ****ni. Inaslaidi ndani bila
shida.

“Aaahahhhh, Asssantee Stephen, Asante .”

Stephen naye alikuwa amebanwa nyege, basi mara moja
anaanza kupampu. Dorie naye anaanza kumkatia kiuno.
Wote wana piga kelele za utamu, mpaka nje kwenye
corridor baadhi ya wanafunzi wenzao wamekusanyika
kusikiliza. Kwa vile wanaongea Kiswahili, hawaelewi
wanasema nini….mpaka wanafikiria
wanumizana…..Wanafunzi wanaaanza kubisha hodi
mlangoni. Wapenzi walivyo katika utamu hawasikii kitu,
basi wale wenzao wanagonga mlango kwa nguvu, mwisho
dada moja anamua kwenda kwa Matrion aje kufugua mlango
na ufungu kuchukua ufungua wa chumba.

Matron anafika mlangoni na kusikilia…”What the hell
are they doing in there”!

Huko kasi ya shughuli moto wapenzi wanafikia kilele
cha tendo wako peponi kabisa…

Dorie analia kwa sauti, naye….”yeeeeeeeenakuuujaaa”
Stephen anaanza kuja naye anatoa sauti kali ya
besi…”OH! OH! OH!” Dorie anaposikia ile joto ya
shahawa ****ni anaanza kuja tena… “AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII”

Stephen anatazama **** ya Dorie na kuona kisimi bado
kimetuna, ” Wewe bado unanyege!”

Matron anafungua mlango, na kuwakuta ndio wanamalizia.
Stephen yuko juu ya Dorie.

Wanafunzi wenzao wanabakia mlangoni kutazama kwa
mshangao.

Comments za wanafunzi wenzao.

“Damn! We thought you guys were killing each other.”

Yeah, You guys were just making love!’

“Wow, were you guys loud”

Is that how you do it in Africa !

Dorie na Stephen wanabakia kuona haya. Wanavuta
shuka….

Matron anamfokea Dorie na kumwambia avae na aripoti
ofisini. Kwa vile nyege zimemwishia Dorie anaanza
kuona haya….

That Special Person

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

I was kicking it awhile ago, when it occurred to me, we do take a lot for granted. Whether it’s a girl or boyfriend, husband or wife, brother or sister. We never take the time, to just appreciate this special person, and go out of our way to do something nice for them, which is pretty sad.

Because honestly, it won’t take that much out of your busy schedule, to just acknowledge that person. And the worst thing is, down the line, this special person will fade away, into the distant past. And you’ll only notice it when you turn back, for that support you always knew would be there, and guess what, its not.

I dunno about you, but I’m going to dedicate one week every month to spend with that special person, and cement that special bond…

Peace.

‘Death Squads’

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

So yesterday during a session in the 10th Parliament, of Kenya, MP Gitobu Imanyara dropped a bombshell. He alleged, with evidence, that the first family had hired a ‘Death Squad’ to kill him, amongst other prominent members of parliament, such as former Justice and Constitutional Affairs Minister, Martha Karua.

He unleashed a letter, that circulated parliament, directly implicating the first family in an assassination attempt. Apparently, the only thing that saved him, probably was because, and this is all unsubstantiated so don’t quote me, Major General Hussein Ali, out beloved Police Commissioner, refused to, in the words of Kiraitu Murungi, ‘tow the line‘.

Now, i wouldn’t put it past the first family. Here’s a little trip down memory lane if you don’t remember. Gitobu Imanyara came to brighter light, when he was apparently slapped by First Lady, Lucy ‘Crackhead’ Kibaki in the halls of the State House.

He, being the lawyer that he is, threatened to sue. But instead he settled for a traditional appeasing, which the first family had to buy him a goat. That proves history.

To prove capability, lemme refer you to Paul Muite. He, during the 5th anniversary of the Standard raid, by President Kibaki’s henchmen, said a couple of words that painted the first family in a bad light. Apparently, the Standard was raided because they were about to run a story about Vice President Kalonzo Musyoka’s visit to Tanzania, to meet President Jakayo Kikwete, but the juicy part is, the meeting was supposed to be secret.

Remember the raid was right before the 2007 elections, and as you may know, the political heavyweights always play their cards close to their chest. So it didn’t sit well with the government for the story to be blown in the news.

Anyway, back to the point. Paul Muite, during the anniversary, brought up this issue, which the government thought it had avoided. Suffice to say, the next time we heard about him, he was representing mungiki leader Maina Njenga. Now think about it. Why would a prominent lawyer represent a ‘criminal’ (i think he’s a scapegoat)??

You guessed it. For protection… Against whom, you may ask… The dreaded first family!

As to prove motive, i would beg your indulgence. Gitobu Imanyara and Martha Karua share one thing in common. They are prominent leaders in Central Kenya. We all know about the Mount Kenya Mafia.

Now, consider an allegiance such as Kiraitu Murungi & Uhuru Kenyatta. The common denominator here is that they all serve in government, and play in Kibaki’s little chess game. Uhuru is set up to run for president come 2012, and this time, he stands a good chance of winning. But he won’t if the Kikuyu vote is split, thanks to Martha Karua not ‘towing the line’. The same political strategy that keeps Raila Odinga in power. Kiraitu thinks he could make it to Prime Minister, but he can’t because of the competition from Gitobu Imanyara.

We’re are going back to the politics that lead to the many deaths of African freedom fighters across the continent. The same politics that keeps dictators in power. Divide and rule, if there’s any actual competition in the bunch, kill them off…

Is this what Nelson Mandela spent eternity in jail for? Is this what Patrice Lumumba sacrificed his life for? Only time till tell…

Militant out.

WTF???

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

I was cruising the net for a couple of pics for my next post when i came across this article. Take a read and tell me what you think. The Hypocrisy of Democracy

Post Election Violence

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

I’ve tried to ignore it, but this dude is on all stations. Current President of the Republic of Iran, Ahmadinejad is the most paid-attention-to person at the moment.
Apparently Iran is involved in the enrichment of weapons grade uranium… Well i don’t buy that. Neither did i but the late Sadam Hussein’s apparent weapons of mass destruction. Can the idiots in Washington please stop feeding us all this bull shit to justify their continued colonial ways, and can the media pull their heads out of the Washington diarrhea bucket, and actually do some independent investigation to some of these allegations…

Or is it that it isn’t an American that’s being accused of this, so they don’t care… Because last night, i was watching a show on CNN, Political Mann… Where he was verifying accusations by Republicans and Democrats, both in statements and mud slinging.

I don’t need to point how full of shit the Republicans are… Seriously! Anyway, apparently Ahmadinejad stole the election… I find that hard to believe. Maybe Mousavi is just a sore looser… I mean, the opposition couldn’t find a piece of evidence, save for a couple Mousavi supporters who say government soldiers actually told them to count one Ahmadinejad vote for every Mousavi vote…

Or maybe it is true. I mean, he didn’t steal the election the Kibaki (read stupid) way. Goes to show, there isn’t much difference between the developed but oppressed world and the oppressed world… I thought this shit only happened in Africa…

But what i love most about Ahmadinejad is that, in every interview he has with foreign (West) media, he always has to mention a number of things:

a). The West are sanctioning Iran for nothing
b). The West hired the goons who assasinated Iran’s Imad Mughniyeh
c). Iran is not in pursuit of nuclear weapons
d). Last but not least, that Israel is the devil

Hahahaha… But honestly, is it me or is every 6th Mousavi supporter a woman? Apparently Ahmadinejad is quite the chauvinist. But what would you expect from a dude who held a speech at Columbia University, he denied having homosexuals in his country…

Personally, i respect whoever stands up to the West, and their colonial ideals and ways. I think it’s very hypocritical for them to preach democracy when they don’t even practice it. George Bush rigged the 2002 elections, the US has been caught pants down, participating in extrajudicial killings across the globe, through it’s ‘covert’ unit, the CIA, amongst other agencies who’s names never reach the eyes and ears of us common folk.

If the West is so fixed on freedom of expression, upholding the rule of law, and freedom of movement, then why was Ahmadinejad denied access to ground zero? I mean, i say fuck the Jewish government, they are fucking mass murderers! Ahmadinejad denies the holocaust ever took place. Mmmhhhh… Maybe… I question alot more things, the Lunar landing, Kennedy’s assasination, 9/11, and the list goes one…

Read for yourself and tell me what you think “The Nuclear Sphinx of Tehran”

Militant out.

Guess Who’s Back

Asalam aleykum, my brothers and sisters.

It’s been a minute since i last actually wrote something substancial. Guess alot has happened in my life since then. Went through an extremely painful breakup, only to meet someone special.

I can say, with great humility, that we mere mortals cannot fathom the plans of our Creator (whoever you may believe he/she/it is…) I dunno, lately i feel so open to new ideas, that it’s amazing.

I have almost given up all that is militant, for the sake of all that is peaceful, wise, effective and timeless. I feel like El Malik El Shahbazz (Malcolm X, for all you ignoranus), after he came back from his pilgrimage to Mecca, Lord rest his soul.

There are alot of things we question in life. From our basic existence, to our survival. But somehow i cannot shake this feeling… Native Indians used to put their ear to the ground, when they sensed something was coming.

I can’t remember exactly who it was, but in Kenyan history, there was a spiritual leader who predicted the coming of what he called, the ‘Iron Horse’, with pale faced men… Something’s up. The cosmos isn’t balanced… Mmhhh….

As i ponder on this predicament, hopefully i’ll come up with a better blog. Till then,

Militant out.