The O.S.T.

Baba na mama waliniambia wewe kijana,
Ujihadhari na ya ulimwengu kwani ni mabaya,
Nami sikuyasiskiza, sasa mi ninajuta,
Kweli najionea, dunia ina mambo...

So I thought experience would be my teacher
and life my mentor. Then the preacher
asked me who I believed in, money or God?
I didn’t quote scriptures or speak in tongues
or allude to any one man’s famous words
but made it clear in this world
where people barter their passion for glory,
Their souls for riches and blame life’s glitches,
I refuse to blindly follow any religion
That makes Satan the god and teaches
Self righteous people to embrace a façade.


Yaliponipata wengi walicheka sana,
Kwangu mimi naona ni kawaida (eeeh)
Ndugu yangu mimi, matatizo nimeyazoea,
Kwangu mimi naona ni kawaida…

They say life’s a bitch, depends how you treat her
They never say what to do if you can’t afford to keep her
Some sort of marriage thing, till death do you part
So am constantly struggling, it’s troubling, it’s so hard.
My tragedy isn’t different, but my wound’s deep, listen
and don’t throw at me your condescending candor
See I’ve learnt to daily make the best of bad situations
and like the African poet, I never let you see me
down…damn I smile while am bleeding!




Afro, Afro mama (ooh) mtoto wa Sagana (eeh) mama
Salamu zangu nakutumia popote ulipozipokee
Msalmie ndugu na wazazi wako mama(eeh)
Popote walipo Afro, mimi sijambo lakini…

There had to be a “BUT” right? But I don’t sit
my butt tight and wait for my ‘Afro’ to walk through the door.
She left me a while ago, and now without Afro am bald.
She was my love, but my love
ditched me because I couldn’t take her out to movies,
and you still think love is blind?

Mtoto si nguo...…
So since Afro left all I do is wait
Not for her, but for my
Malaika,
to come and fadhili my crying heart.


Kifo..… Kifo...

This is no elegy, my apology
But we shouldn’t fear death
I hear everything awaits us there
Though we shouldn’t look forward to it either
Don’t take life too seriously, be dying to live
Today, nothing’s for certain tomorrow, we’re living to die
I’ll tell you about me, what my epitaph shall read,
“Sobre vivir”, continue living
and at the bottom my writing, signed yours truly.

All this is ol’ school, maybe because this’ an ol’ soul
And this’ the original soundtrack to the movie, my life.