Wamathai July This Coming Saturday 14th

Wamathai Spoken Word July, a poetry, music and photography showcase, is on July 14th at The Michael Joseph Centre at Safaricom Headquarters, Waiyaki Way from 4:00 PM – 7:00 PM.

The event will be hosted by Sam Buggz and Stella Nasambu.

There will be Poetry Performances by: El Poet, Jemedari, Mwende Ngao, Kenyan Poet, Raya Wambui, Kevin Man Njoro,Achieng Odhiambo, Samo Bryton, Kavosa, Hosea Munyoro, Dwanzi, Si Ni Sisi.

Music by: Demspey and the Boys, Ndila & Moraa Onsando

Photography exhibition by: Koa

This is the perfect Saturday evening plan! See you there!

A past Wamathai event at the Michael Joseph Center.

Charges: Kshs. 300 in advance & Kshs. 400 at the gate

Buy advance tickets by sending cash via MPESA to 0704 090471 [a confirmation message will be sent to you with a ticket number once payment is received] or at the Michael Joseph Centre Reception.

Contact info: Email: hello@wamathai.com , Call: 0704 090471

Wamathai Spoken Word March-2012

Ever since Wamathai launched his spoken word event last in 2010, I have tried to attend all of them. The theme still retains poetry, but has diversified to include photography, and music by performing artists in Kenya. I look forward to this next one… if you are wondering, yes, I do love listening to poetry. That’s why I also attend Kwani?’s open Mics on the first Tuesday of every month at Club Soundd. Who’s coming there tomorrow?


Found this poem in my cousin’s computer and thought I’d share it. Author unknown, unless he/she comes forward to claim it.

I have been told the author is a 15 year old whose name I didn’t get. It was first published in Buzz. Talent right there.

I am that breath
That just won’t go through your nostrils
I am that last sight before blindness creeps in
I am that lover who introduced you to hate

I am that piece of vegetable
That sticks in your teeth
I am that breeze
That turns into a chill
I am that extra air through your windpipe that gets you to choke
I am that extra fat that clogs your artery

I am that extra line
That destroys a compliment
I am that dream
That you let turn into a regret
I am that “one last beer”
That causes you to crash
I am that “one last dip”
That brings you AIDS

I am that poop
That stinks up the whole house
I am that drop of rain
When you are walking out of the salon
I am that gush of wind
That sends your sunny dress flying
I am that step you miss before going down

I am that fly
That won’t zip up in public
I am that technical hitch
During a live braodcast
I am the writers block
When you are filing a story
I am the loose button
That pops when you sneeze

Yes,I am the dream away from becoming your nightmare

I Love Kenyans

This ramble was inspired recently as I waited for the matatu to fill up one afternoon.

I love the guy that passes by, wearily dragging his cart but with a look of determination;

I love the teenagers leaving against the wall, two boys full of swagger probably waiting for their friend;

I love the woman who passes by, she looks like she could do with some fashion tips;

I love the young lady that struts after her, heels clacking on the pavement and white underwear showing;

I love the conductor with his self confidence and sexual appeal as he tries to persuade the pretty girls to board his matatu;

I love the man in official clothes who looks like he’s headed for a lunch meeting;

I love the Indian Kenyan guy who settles in beside me, his sleeves folded to reveal hairy arms and his eyes glued to his phone;

I love the couple in front of me, they’re whispering into each other’s ears and look like they need a room;

I love the girl that has just come into the matatu, weave on her head swinging from side to side;

I love the driver with his toothpick, he has just switched on the engine.

I love Kenyans, that’s all I meant to say.

Wamathai April: Poetry Event

Wamathai.com presents Wamathai Spoken Word – April Edition [#WamathaiApril] on 2nd April 2011 at Secrets Lounge, View Park Towers (Opp Alliance Francaise) on Utalii Lane from 7 PM – 10 PM.

Hosted by Dela & Daddie Marto.

Performances by Man Njoro, Pepe Haze, Gloria, Kennet B, Jemedari, Kuni Mbichi, Fuse, Achieng Odhiambo, El Poet, Namatsi, Wanjiku Mwaurah, Murathe, Teardrops, Claude Baus and many more..

Music by Lucas & Grandmaster Masese

Charges: Kshs. 150 [at the entrance]


I found this poem somewhere in my documents, how/why it got there, I don’t know. It’s short but I like it.

I like to imagine you’re mine.
Head back,
eyes closed,
speaking a secret language.
I fixate on your perfect lips
and full moon eyes:
the places your thoughts hide.
I imagine your words,
your voice,
your skin.
Then startle at the fluttering of shadows,
forget to breathe.
But it’s not you;
it’s just the hungry branches of trees.

– Author unknown –