Why I Write

WHY I WRITE

I write to say thank you
I write to be here and there
I write for my mansion is poor
I write for the only wealth I have left are words of wisdom
I write for the Master wrote on to the ground for they mortgaged his house
Played his clothes a jackpot, redeemed our souls from hell
I write so “neither do I condemn you but go, and do not sin again”.
I write so that “I will not punish your daughters when they play the harlot”,
Nor your brides when they commit adultery;
I write to the men who themselves go aside with harlots,
And “sacrifice with cult prostitutes”.
I write for the barren and fertile alike
I write for the dark complexion and not so dark, I write for the soul.
I write for the corruption and venom in our leadership
I write for the killer sea, treacherous waters of slavery
I write for our addicted conscience has been robbed and taken for granted
I write for I can’t trust none, demonic democracy or urban terrorists both are thorough.
I write for political incorrectness and status quo
I write to be buried alive to resurrect in your controlled red velvet valve
I write to hunt your present and haunt your future generations
I write for you are duped and dumped like numb dumb dumb
I write for this occupation is serious, honourable, and lasting
More than your lazy one night stands
A blizzard of failed orgasm
Last time I tried that, I ejected my heart.
I write for there is no dating any more
Only hook ups and breakups, nutflix and Chilin’
I write for writing is a socially acceptable Schizophrenia
I write to thank the trees that their oxygen was not in vain
I write because life is a beautiful struggle
I write to tell you good bye and welcome you here and there.

Njoroge wa Ngige~ 02172016-2331

North of Rift Valley

North of Rift Valley

Sometimes what I hear shallowly being preached is not what I drink. A case in point "That God loves us unconditionally" Its true He does, but that does not translate knowingly and intentionally you keep in dark alleys of transgression because God loves you unconditionally. God does not request us to follow his ways its a commandment, He demands that, period. The literal ordinary interpretation I hear peddled in pedestrian talk is no accidental. Call me pedantic but I must do something beyond just believing and vol-ah I inherit the Kingdom of God. You say you have faith, for you believe that there is one God. Good for you! Even the demons believe this, and they tremble in terror. How many times have you trembled in your faith? For, He said, “you cannot see my face, for man shall not see me and live. But someone may well say, "You have faith and I have works; show me your faith without the works, and I will show you my faith by my works”

Now one long time ago before I began shaving twice a day. In my many excavations I visited the Great Rift Valley in present day Kenya for a school excavation in motherland Kenya. For your information we do not have motherland its fatherland, God created everything in the so called “motherland’. I am not going to be politically correct for the sake of it. No. I will tell it as it is. Whoever coined the term ‘Mother Nature’ must have been very blind to the reality of creation or perhaps so high with unrefined opium of ‘mother nature’ smoked in the happy valley of love in 1900s.  He or she must have been so high on unrefined opium smoked in the ‘happy valley’ of Mother Nature; oops there I go again in 1900s. I am high too with random thoughts trying to remember. He/she even went ahead and named the place I was standing in the Great Rift Valley the ‘Hells Gate’. How on earth I asked myself, will you name a magnificent Gods art work a hells gate? Didn’t you have a better name? This bearded white man (another amazing mystery of Gods creation who amusingly believes in evolution theory) stood there like Biblical Moses striking the rock in the desert and pointed North of the Rift Valley with a crooked finger, hollow narrow nostril and said, “Many billions of years the tectonic plate split and with a lot of volcanic activity the rift was formed”. Holy Lord,,, Last time I checked the exact mechanism of rift formation is an on-going debate among geologists and geophysicists today. All this debate is ongoing while God creation story lasted only 6 days and he rested in the seventh day. God must have been laughing in heaven at this point. I felt mercy for my Sunday school teacher, God bless her soul. This beaded man platted on to make amazing discoveries as he renamed all the mountains, rivers, falls and lakes after her majesty the queen of England followed by her sir name. This he did oblivious of the fact that my Great grandfather Njoroge wa Ngige literary translated to mean “Honey of the Locusts”  had watered his cattle, goats and offered the sacrifices of the fattened calf  at the foothill of Kirinyaga Mountain (Translated to mean “Gods Dwelling place”) now Mt. Kenya. This is the highest point in Kenya where I was born. Nobody else could be fitting to dwell in the highest point than the most high-God Almighty. He still does. This white selfish bearded man claimed that he was the first to see the mountain. He took an imaginary distorted first selfie and named the blue waters, the largest fresh water mass in the world “lake Victoria”. He drowned in his ego in Victoria Falls in present day Zimbabwe and her ghost resurrected in South Africa Table Mountains where he forcefully intentionally created black and white highway to Hells gate.   The Hells gate demon She is still haunting us today with our borrowed twanging and we might need an exosmic exorcism to get rid of her by going back to our roots.

Understanding God is not like looking for a needle stuck in hay stack. No. God has laid his majesty and awe of splendor before our eyes. Our noses smell the beauty of creation but our heart are made of stone while our immortal brain defy the laws of gravity that God himself created. Trying to understand God instead of believing in him is like trying to understand why rivers flow to the ocean. You wonder the reason God asks in the book of Isaiah “Where were you when I formed the very foundation of Earth?” tell me because even before you were formed in your mother’s womb I knew you.

“It is thought that these rifts are generally following old sutures between ancient continental masses that collided billions of years ago to form the African craton.  The split around the Lake Victoria region occurred due to the presence of a small core of ancient metamorphic rock, the Tanzania crater, was too hard for the rift to tear through. Because the rift could not go straight through this area, it instead diverged around it leading to the two branches that can be seen today”. The old beaded white man continued unabated….I could not stop him with his distorted historical escapades. He was god. He was final. I read his books.  Until I consulted my consciousness to my amusement. I discovered truth. The truth set me free indeed. I dozed off walked across the Sahara desert oasis and swam across the Atlantic to re-tell the correct authentic Egyptian story in the diaspora while ‘facing Mt. Kenya’.

By Njoroge Wa Ngige. 021216-0153