Thursday, May 31, 2012

Picture: Kanye West & Banj Shooting Their New Movie.

This Is Creme – Picture: Kanye West & D’Banj Shooting Their New Movie


Thursday, May 24, 2012


To the people of our political class who fear our freedom:
Don't be afraid, we'll liberate you too.

This is my rendition
Of an anthem to be sung
That day you and I
Will stand side by side
Shoulder to shoulder
Watching a new dawn
Wipe away
Decades of hate and savagery
The day I rise
From the ashes of your oppression
I promise you I will not rise alone
You too will rise with me
You will be liberated
From your own tyranny
And my freedom
Will bring you salvation

This is my rendition
Of an anthem to be sung
I'll craft new words of expression
Outside of this suffocating language
That has occupied me
Your words,
Are like your walls
They encroach on my humanity
I am more than demography
I'm neither your collaborator
Nor your enemy
I'm not your moderate
Not your terrorist
Not your fundamentalist
I am more than adjectives
Letters and syllables
I'll construct my own language
And replace your words of power
With power of my words

This is my rendition
Of an anthem to be sung
I don't want to obliterate
Nor humiliate you
I refuse to hate you
Don't care to denomize
Or proselytize
Or theorize
Your intentions
Every breath you draw
Reminds me you are human
The sound of your beating heart
Is a rhythm familiar to my ears
You and I are no different
We are made of blood and tears

This is my rendition
Of an anthem to be sung
I'll resist and soar
Above your matrix of control
With the power of my will
Your wall will fall
And the concrete that once segregated us
Will be used to rebuild homes
Your bulldozers and your tanks
Will dissolve into the earth
The sap will return to the olive trees
The gates will open wide for the refugees
We'll be free
I'll be your equal
And only then
You will be mine
My other self
My fellow human being


This Is Creme – Would You Believe That This Model Was Once A Man??

This Is Creme – Would You Believe That This Model Was Once A Man??


This Is Creme – BBA Stargames: OMG!They Actually Had Sex!

This Is Creme – BBA Stargames: OMG!They Actually Had Sex!


Saturday, May 19, 2012

Fallen From Heaven

You had fallen from heaven straight into my arms,
Igniting my heart with your sweet seductive charms.
Showed me light in life that I'd never seen before,
Something that my heart and soul had been longing for.
Spread your caring angel wings right over my head,
Protecting me and saying what had not been said.

Those three simple words that I was needing to hear,
Were right in front of my blind eyes but was unclear.
Clouds were smothering me and all that was around,
Until an angel flew down and then you were found.
The smoke disappeared leaving a vision of you,
A strong feeling of love that seemed long overdue.

The way you would shelter my soul from the rain,
As you would clear away the storm ridding my rain.
You'd feel and heal the beating of a broken heart,
Painting a smile on my face like a piece of art.
Released all the emotions that were trapped inside,
Warm fuzzy feelings that I'd always try to hide.

Romantic enchanted fairy-takes pranced in my mind,
In the books of make believe; my princess I needed to find.
Sweet tunes would pray as I would look into your eyes,
And I could see the woman who was hidden in disguise.
The Saviour who had fallen from heaven above,
Is now the angel who helped me believe in love.


Thursday, May 3, 2012

Adnewm Uynaiht for President

*knows difference between a bow (weapon of war) and a bow (presidential greeting to all of Islam)
*knows there are NOT 47 counties in the senate.
*can interprete the biblical passages far better than all top state house staff combined
*is not a puppet nor front for the liberal hierarchy
better economic record (knows the value of a bushel corn)
*higher intelligence (able to change channels using TV remote)
*exceeded all expectations from his youth (quite simply born a swine in pigsty - with a birth certificate to prove it - but continues to amaze everyone that knows him)
*more experience than a community organiser (i.e. President of the World Bank Pork Expo)
*realises that this country is a REPUBLIC and the Kenyan constitution, a document to protect the people
*knows how to create a single page bill (not pad it for votes and hide loopholes inside) saving paper, time & money.
*realises that government's responsibilities are justice, tranquility, defence, general welfare, and liberty (nothing more)
has NOT spent years being preached to by barnyard activists
actually lived and educated here in Kenya
*does NOT promote socialism but rather condemns it
*will stand against communism in all its forms
*realises our forefathers formed this nation from Judeo - Christian morals and this nation is blessed by God
*believes in a STRONG defence
*will base the price of food exports upon oil import prices to those who support OPEC (do you wish to eat or extort your oil?)
*will promote domestic oil drilling
*will secure our borders
*will export illegals
*lower health care costs (no need for unwanted tests if patient consider it unnecessary - doctors will not have to face malpractise for misdiagnoses, if patients sure they just stubbed a toe) - antibiotics available over the counter (eliminating multiple doctor visits) - no need for a second reading of an X-ray if patient is satisfied with initial one, reduce red tape required for insurance purposes
*Patient Rights always take precedence over doctors orders
*No one East Africa government nor one East Africa currency
*Close loop holes in tax laws and reduce capital gains taxes
*No money nor laws supporting unborn infant slaughter
*only in rape will abortion be allowed - laws to promote adoption
*And lastly NO MORE DISCRIMINATION AND CONSUMPTION OF PIGS (since the proof of a higher evolutionary status than that of a common Kenyan politician has been provided here)


Wednesday, May 2, 2012


Let Kenya be Kenya.
Let it be the dream we all dream.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain.
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(Kenya never was Kenya to me.)

Let Kenya be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was Kenya to me)

Oh, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor 'black', fooled and pushed apart,
I am the 'wanjiku' bearing slavery scars.
I am the 'IDP' driven from the land,
I am the Kenyan clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Kenyan, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--Oh, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made Kenya the land it has become.
Oh, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark shores,
To build a 'homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

Oh, let Kenya be Kenya--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be-- the land where every man is free.
The land that's-- the poor man's, ME--
Who made Kenya,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on people's lives,
We must take back our land again,

Oh, yes,
I say it plain,
Kenya was never Kenya to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
Kenya will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All the stretch of these great green counties--
And make Kenya again!