Advancing

The downfall

Open,
Wild,
Crazy,
Silent beginnings,
Reflections of it all,
Tempers flaring,
For opportunities lost,
Lives lost,
For the needs that never were!

The thoughts,
The wishes,
The dreams,
Day dreaming,
Of who we be,
In the midst of this chaotic place,
Only music,
Great music,
Will redeem us!

Music is a reflection of self,
The life that we live,
Trying to squeeze out,
Every single drop of oneself,
Expressing what is you,
Maybe for a moment,
Maybe for a lifetime!

You just have that one chance,
To prove yourself,
To those who think they matter more,
You cannot go on,
You give up everything,
And collapse,
With your world upside down!

Lost for hope,
Swept away by the feet,
Celebrating what is,
And what is not,
Not knowing yourself,
Just lost in it,
Or maybe…just maybe,
You are not even back,
Acting as if you returned,
Walking steadily…as if sailing,
As the lights fade away,
In a solo constellation!

Tell me,
Did you think,
That something went a miss?
Or people were imagining,
That you almost lost it?
Even when you knew,
That the monologues,
And silent personal conversations,
Were just but part of you,
Not unwell but feeling like,
You were flying away,
Like a free kite to the winds,
Into the galaxies past,
The milky way passing by!

And now,
You are just there,
Trying to find yourself,
Looking everywhere,
For the true you,
Never admitting to a word,
Even the fainties of the truth,
But time is no longer on yourside,
Give up and go for the downward spiral!

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Kuzama chini kabisa

Fikira za kiwazimu zilitanda na jasho jembamba kumtiririka. Ameshindwa aanzie wapi na amalizie wapi. Kumkosa mwenzi wake kumemkera mno. Hakutarajia yatampata ya leo akiwa hivi. Ni nini hasa kilimwingia akilini? Ama ni zile nguvu za kishetani? Amekuwa akilumbana na nguvu zisizoeleweka hivi karibuni. Yeye amekata shauri kuwa ni nguvu za kishetani hizo zinazomwandama siku hizi. Mbona alishikwa na mori kiasi hicho? Hangeweza kuielekeza nafsi yake isije ikakerwa kiasi hicho?

Aaah, potelea mbali! Hiyo ni ajali tu na hakutarajia atamwumiza wala kumuua huyo kijana. Kosa ni moja tu. Yeye na huyo msichana wamewahi kukwaruzana. Hiyo ilikuwa miaka michache hapo nyuma walipokuwa wakimfukuza mume mmoja. Ingawa hii ni ajali, dunia nzima itachukulia kuwa amemchoma kisu akiwa na haja ya kulipisha kisasi hicho cha miaka ya nyuma. Katika nafsi yake, yeye ana uhakika kuwa haya yote hayakupangwa na yametokea tu kighafla. Hana hatia yeye na hata hajawai kupania kumuumiza huyo dada, wala kumuua.

Alitazamia kujikwamua kutoka pale. Lakini alijipata tu anazama. Anazama zaidi na zaidi chini kwenye ardhi. Labda tuseme kwenye ardhi ya saba. Kule chini zaidi ya chini. Giza lilikoenea, kutambaa na kutawala. Vipi angejitoa mle gizani? Alijaribu kila awezalo kuukwea ukuta ili arejee kwenye mwangaza. Nguvu zilimwishia. Aliteleza kila alipojaribu. Akakwama na kukata tamaa. Mara fikra za kimweu zikamjia. Akawaza nazo. Aje iwe ni yeye tu anajikaza? Vipi itakuwa ikiwa atajivua nguo na kutembea huru? Huo ndio utakuwa mwanzo wake wa kujirehemu labda. Au labda avua kila kitu na kubaki mkavu alivyozaliwa! Ndiyo. Atajikomboa kutokana na utumwa wa kulazimishiwa mavazi. Hapo ndipo alikichukua kisu na kupasua mavazi yake yote. Akakusanya nguo zake zote na kuzitia moto. Akazichoma pamoja na nyumba yake. Alijiona amekombolewa. Alitabasamu. Kicheko kikamjia. Hata hajui kilitoka wapi. Kicheko cha chini kinachokaribisha. Kikafuatwa na kicheko cha wazimu kinachochosha. Akaaendelea kucheka. Akacheka bila kimomo. Hapo ndipo huyo dada alitokezea akamuonya kutochekacheka na kumwaribia yeye raha pale mtaani. Alijipata tu amekichomoa kisu na kumchoma mara kadhaa hadi akakata roho.

Hapo ndipo alizinduka na kujipata uchi huku kazungukwa na kundi kubwa la wapita njia. Alitumbukia tena katika lile shimo la giza na alipojitambua tena, alijipata katika hospitali ya kuwatibu wale waliosumbuliwa na akili. Kwake yeye aliita jela ya wendawazimu! Dunia imemwishia. Amefika kikomo chake.

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Kuthubutu

Mtu hawezi kwenda mbele kwa kujali nafsi yake tu. Hataupata utulivu kwa sababu ya hatia ya kuipa mgongo jamii. Lazima mtu atazame kila upande. Kila sehemu, ili kukomesha kubomoka kwa maeneo yake. Kutilia maanani yaliyoharibika kama funzo na kukimbia kasi kutokana na tashwishi za kujimaliza ili kuimudu dunia ndiko kutaweza kumsukuma mbele pasi na hofu. Lazima mtu athubutu ndiposa afaulu. Hakuna njia ya mkato. Hakuna njia nyingine.

Utumwa wa wakati wetu. Utumwa kimya kimya. Utumwa wa kujipeleka mwenyewe sokoni kujiuza. Unajipata tu unafuata mwelekezo wa nguvu fulani kuendeleza matakwa yao. Unashurutishwa kwenda uchi ingawa wewe mwenyewe hutaki kwenda uchi. Unaharibu ya kwako kwa kutotaka. Hauna nguvu za kukataa. Unakwenda tu. Macho umefumba. Mwelekezi ni nafsi yako. Kufuata vivuli visivyo. Labda vipo. Labda ni hisia tu. Nafsi ya ndani kabisa kuilemea nafsi ya juu juu. Mvutano usiokuwa na mwisho. Dalili za uchakaramu labda!

Eti tunaambiwa dunia imekuwa ndogo. Imekuwa karibu. Teknologia na utandawazi umetufanikisha. Ufanisi kila sehemu ya jamii ya sasa. Lakini ufanisi ndio nini hasa? Kudhoofika kwa mila na tabia za kibinadamu, labda. Ama ni hali ya kuendeleza mipaka kati ya maskini na tajiri, na kufanikisha wachache?

Upungufu wa aina yake. Ndivyo maisha yalivyo. Mtu huzoeshwa vitu mpaka akavipenda kupita kiasi. Pale anapotaka kuwa navyo vitu hivyo, mara vyote hutoweka bila ya kutarajia. Maisha ndivyo yanavyokuwa labda, kuzoeshwa, kukimbiwa, kutamani na kukoseshwa.

Utulivu akilini. Hofu kutanda. Miale ya utanzu. Limbikizi za hamnazo. Mjazo wa hisia kali na maumivu kwa umbali. Njaa na hamu ya kila kitu. Hamu isiyoweza kutoshelezwa kwa vyovyote vile. Upungufu. Tamaa kutanda. Kuthubutu bila mafanikio. Hatma yake – kutwaliwa na kuzikwa!

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Why dirty money is far too easy to hide

When we think of bribes and fortunes siphoned from public funds, we tend to picture henchmen in trench coats trading suitcases full of money. That, however, is rarely how things go.

“More often, it’s done by exploiting the global financial network. The way it works is through a bank or a wire transfer,” says Mark Hays of Global Witness, the anti-corruption organization co-founded byTED Prize winner Charmian Gooch and featured on 60 Minutes. “If you’re a corrupt government official, a shady business executive or a criminal operator, you generally need three things. First, a bank that’s willing to do business with you. Second, an attorney, accountant or other facilitator to broker your scheme. And third, a getaway car. Anonymous companies provide the perfect vehicle to move money without being detected.”

Tighter regulation in these three areas could make a big dent in global corruption. Below, a look at eight specific loopholes that Global Witness wants to see closed, tightened or, at the very least, examined closely. These things are, as of now, perfectly legal. Global Witness asks: should they be?
Read more here.

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All but gone

Stronger than anything there was,
Living up like it was,
And as it is,
Love is still being chased,
Around for a comeback,
Heavy it may seem but,
Reality is we do not care,
About the other ones,
Wellbeing or not,
All that matters is me,
Not you,
Not we,
Not us,
Just me!

Where did it disappear to,
Pulling up to elevate us all,
What of brotherhood,
Or sisterhood,
Maybe it is just in my dreams,
The ever changing scenarios,
The lost mind and,
Feelings that aren’t,
For what they are,
Just but illusions,
In a violent realm.

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The Drugs of Society

This is for our people,
Your people,
My people,
The spoils of of our society,
The rotten ones,
Spoilt for choices,
Never ending struggles,
Fights for all there is,
No option to give up,
For you never know,
When it will come,
Your side and cool you down,
We all need it,
The drugs of society!

You should see them,
Everywhere you look,
They are what you seem,
Not to realize what,
They are in reality,
Maybe emptiness is,
All they portray,
Controlling in nature,
The drugs of society!

People dying like flies,
Religion and politics,
The real cause of all problems,
Facing humanity here,
Following us even in death,
Love is all but gone,
All that remains of us,
Is pure anger and hatred,
Of each other,
Blaming and complaining of,
The drugs of society!

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