LETTER TO THE PRIME MINISTER

Dear PM,

I hope this letter finds you well and in good health. I should say I am greatly disappointed in you, I voted you in as my leader knowing that my cries would be heard, my way of living would change as I will have better education and my living standards would rise and my countries economy would be one to reckon with.

 Now that you are in power, you are using that power to hurt me and kill my spirits as a Kenyan. What if i was your daughter, would you hide me and still incite my killing? How is that I am breaking the law by hurting now one? What of those bandits who kill with no emotions? What about those that rape our young girls and leave them dead or with a lifetime mystery?

Mr. Prime Minister, don't you think that there is better work for the police other than arresting innocent Kenyans. Why is it you are hiding your own and sacrificing the mouth-less Kenyan? What are you doing to the big bellied Ministers sitting in your house but using young girls sexually? The drug Lords that continue to take down a young Kenyan life for his money? The corruption that sits in your office, and the thieves that continue to steal a tax payers money?

Prime minister, at this point when Kenya believes in Community policing and is struggling to apprehend and try those responsible for inciting ethnic based violence, you are now inciting gender based violence. The call to arrest homosexuals is a call to a never ending war and more blood will be on your head and as a leader you should understand that your followers follow your speech. You do not understand why we love our own and as a responsible leader you should know the cries of your people not try to finish them off because you want more power and you are hiding evil in your house.

My heart cries to your Mr. Prime Minister and if you have some Humanity left in you, you should be able to know the havoc you are causing to your people.

Yours Faithful

Nairobi Lesbian

The Post card

I attended this conference by Young Women Leadership Institute, and the out come was so encouraging meeting people like me and people I can relate to. Well we discussed so much as LGBTI and I should say it was one event that I would like to hold in public.

A post card is usually a short letter sent from one person to another, often long distance stating how one is doing or feeling.This video was produced after a session dubbed "The Post Card" that engaged LBTI Individuals to use art, painting, drawing, collage and mosaic to express themselves and pass on a message to the society. This Post card is an insight from the young women's point of view. The session was powerful and brought out stories of power, celebration, hope and the struggle for equality and inclusion within our society.

Check this video out.......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qpAMtKyR3M

Enjoy the message within the post card!

Thank you Nicole Khanali

East Africa Race of Champions... THE REMATCH

 

 

It may look funny that this lesbian is helping in hyping up an event but thing is personally I think it's a good opportunity to be me and have a great chance to help in a public event. When I was asked to do this I thought deeply about it and decided to go ahead and help, it won't bite, will it? I have heard cries of the gay and lesbian community cries to be accepted in the community but how would we be accepted if we just hide from unknown fears and separate ourselves from those we want to accept us? Food for thought. So as I help in hyping up the event I thought of my brothers and sisters, if we are amongst that crowd that we think hate us are have a phobia of us being in their midst, well then will they feel a spark of fire or a rage of trouble winds when we walk on the same soil they walk? Well, that's a fiction I would like factored and if at all the other community will get sick or die because we are their then I would expect to see them fall one by one and that is when I would give up the fight of us being amidst them and fight for our own separate space.

 

We are always having our own events, parties and all that but this time I am coming with something spectacular, thrilling, mind blowing and will keep your adrenaline rush on 100%

 

The most exciting motor-sport event on the 2010 calendar……. The East Africa Race of Champions is BACK!!!!!

 

This Closed Circuit event was the first of its kind to be held in East Africa. An adrenaline, fun filled racing event that engaged 4x4's, Quads, Buggies, Bikes & Rally cars in a one day "Head to Head" challenge

 

This year's event will see more interesting, fun and beneficial attributes being added to make the day a-must-be-event for all involved

…….. 2010

 

More driver/rider participation.

 

There will be more prize money to be won.

 

Introduction of a kids corner.

 

Enhanced Exhibition area.

 

Adrenaline filled Stunt Displays.

 

Additional Branding opportunities.

 

More spectators.

 

You surely dont wanna miss this adrenaline rushing event, it going to be the

biggest event of its kind in Africa.

 

Damage: Sato 4th: 200 bob adults and 100 bob for under 18's

Sun 5th: 400 bob adults and 200 bob for under 18's.

 

Season tickets go for 500 bob for adults and 250 bob for under 18's... This is if you want to attend both days.

 

Free entrance for under 10's if accompanied by an adult.

 

Both events start at 8 am and end 5 30pm

 

COME AND RUSH YOUR ADRENALINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Having gained sufficient popularity, we guarantee not only value for money, but also maximum visibility and top of mind awareness bearing in mind the following advantages:

 

Enclosed venue that offers great visibility with limited interference.

 

Uninterrupted access to the audience.

 

Exhibition Space.

 

Experiential Opportunity

 

If you have something to exhibit, well talk to me nicely and I will save you a space and be seen.

 

This is an event of the year one that you would talk about to the coming year, make sure your cameras are charged to full batteries as these will be memories you would want to archive.

 

Just a glimpse of what will be there check this out…

 

http://www.earaceofchampions.com/
 

 

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You would not want to miss this would you?

Phenomenal woman

I used this poem on some website and the response was quite awesome, I have it in my notes too but then again I thought I should share it with you since its all about how women are beautiful, not just outside but something deep inside us that make people, especially men salivate by the thought of us. 

I am sharing this for those who have not read it and they feel they are amazing and proud to be women.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

TOTOS GETTING TOTOED

It was one hell of a weekend and if you missed it well then do not worry yours is coming soon. The Totos had their weekend in full, I mean that was one weekend that shall forever ring in their minds, the humor will always be funny with the mention of a single word. Thing is the Totos getting Totoed weekend was out of this world and I should say... I had one fucked up weekend. It all started with a simple idea, to have a totos girls night out and destination was Kiambuu. To say the truth I have been surviving on coffee since Totos getting totoed. I could not believe that my girls could come with such a wicked idea and make it so heavenly, well girls big up coz that was the bomb.

On arrival to our destination, things were cool, girls relaxing in the house like it was a normal "come visit me" thingie. The drinks were placed on one corner of the house, the girls sat on the other chatting away, the boys left the house since they could not handle the beautiful girls in full numbers, well actually 7 girls. But the fore that burnt up the place was blazing, really hot and fierce. The music was great and after a few bitings the drinks were served. The idea was that we finish up and head to a club in town and finish our totos night. The drinking and dancing commenced a moment everybody was waiting for. Well it is true that "kila sip in tuck in pain ama ni recipe ya mkojo." The drinkin all started up in a high note as the girls were tucking in all they could but kept on running to the loo. 

Now, i do not believe this but I went to the bedroom where my straight pal was doing her make up, well, guess what? I joined in and took full make up looking like a doll, the things booze make us do. My whore...now this is where the fun began, we were to move locations and go into town to finish up, my whore took a flush of dry brandy, ok she was fine.... no she was not. She was blacking out, at the balcony with my straight pal... no she was not blacking out they were making out, kissing passionately and exchanging tongue, well did I see that right, yea I did and you heard me, and the girl was like, your friend is a very good kisser.... WTF! thats TMI I do not need that. Mind you she was sobber and my whore was terribly drunk. Ring a bell? DANG! That was not all, with my whore's heavy weight she kept on dropping like a potato sack, full of potatoes, falling ass down, head bang, daymn! am sure she woke up with some fukced up aching body like she was really given some mob justice somewhere in the club. Holding her to walk was something else, there is nothing she could say apart from her one French word...'fuck you!' Imagine this, she can't walk and she is Frenching the only guys who would take us to town. 

In the matatu, I sat behind her with my really pissed of "straight pal" and my whore being the whore she is, inside the mat gave the Kange some really good shots and views of this he has hardly seen but heard of, maybe, maybe not. My whore with her whorelyness was now kissing her straight pal (who is on her case right now like flies on shit) and my pal, apparently who thought the whore is such a good kisser was so pissed off and myself felt like I needed to black out too and deny that I saw anything. Ok well thats my beautiful whore for you. What did the couple do, well they were behaved even though at some point the night was getting into them and finally had to leave, we had fun having them around and to see the lovey dovey they possess, wow, interesting. 

I hear I wore heels in the club, and danced to various songs? This is something, Rae in 6 inch heels and dancing like a pole girl, hahahahahahahaah please show me evidence, ati I danced with this dude on the dance floor who was carrying me around and dirty wining with me, and he gave me a tot of tequilla? Oh My!

To say the truth we had more fun than those who went to the pool party, no offense peeps, but at no one point did we have speeches!

Mute me...........................................................................................................