Upya Fresh

 Life is beautiful. Beautiful is art. Art is word. Word is from whence every creation came to be. And so, as an artist, I dream. I do. I create beautiful things, or at least, I strive to do so. Words I have at a my disposal – tens, hundreds, thousands of me. Often times, though, these words needs a vessel to carry them to their audiences – a beat, a video, the printed page. And so, I have this book out. The first among many to come should the owner of all the words will so. The book? ‘A Funeral Dress for Nyasuguta’, available here: https://nuriakenya.com/product/a-funeral-dress-for-nyasuguta-by-mark-mwangi/ ). Others include: ‘Love Told. Poetry Souled. Family Bold.’ – a 3-in-1 Special that has snippets of life and love, poetry, and a play; ‘People of the Sand,’ – a fantasy novel that embodies African cultures, among others. There is the recorded word too. The expression of this include: ‘A True Friend’ – an inspirational piece that you can have as a Skiza Tune (Send the Skiza ...

  Nowadays, I mostly walk, you know, the economy. For longer distances, I use matatus. On deserted alleys – late at night, as I come from Champions Leagues’ matches (again, Manchester United breaking my heart) – ‘nduthis’ come in handy. Otherwise, me and ‘nduthis’ are not exactly friends. At least, not the reckless rides that are Nairobi’s boda-bodas. Down at the coast, they first greet you then give you all the ‘tea’ – gossip, before carefully depositing you at your destination. Anyway, matatus and their ‘kanges’ can have you laughing. Even when you’ve been locked out of the house. Or had strong tea, ugali, avocado and macadamia for brunch – again, the economy. Examples: “Save the chubby unicorn.” A stencilled rhino on the matatu’s body completes the imagery. The driver too needs saving. He is so heavy the matatu is leaning on one side. As Amerix would say, he needs to unfat. Maybe, then, he wouldn’t be so angry, hassling the ‘kange’ and other road users. “Hata Ruto alisimam...

 I choose me, for He has chosen me Boldly I act, for He strengthens me Blessed I am, for His favour is upon me I eat, drink, make merry to my fill For He has authored me so. The evening star He sends to point the way, when I am dark The sun to glow and grow The rain to nourish my soul His child I am, eternal. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmiahCaO7nw

 Then… We were the hopeful The faithful Delirious and desirous We studied and restudied Business plan and pitch decks. Our dreams were grand Our byes were ready We were divorcing poverty Notaries – we befriended We hand around the house For the almighty WhatsApp call Our prayers were to be answered… But… The Investor works in mysterious ways Yes, no, some put on the waiting list Dreams dashed, others answered Sunny days for some Lonely nights for others. So fragile, our hearts became So frail, our minds were For the nos were resounding Shaking us to our cores Disrupting our lives Like Covid, unseen in their comings. But… This too shall pass Tomorrow, the sun will caress our smiles, once more. We are healed now. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZfYgAXkhUY

Ah, sweet sweet Carolina The one who gives me high blood pressure The one who makes me work to be a millionaire Your dimples, they can make me Nairobi Governor. Ah, sweet sweet Carolina The one who made me meet Jesus The one who grazed me with mango lips Your smile, sweet as toothpaste If only you had a twin, my life would be complete. Please like, subscribe and share my YouTube channel, ‘Sant Mark – Elohi Tembea Nami’, for inspirational, informative and funny content. Thanks!   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzyoaQjZq7o  

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