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Tuesday, July 12, 2016

To Poison a Nation, Poison Her Stories


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To poison a nation, poison his and her stories.

One of Beyoncé's songs,  Daddy Lessons", is a prime example of the truth illustrated in the picture above. Who on this planet doesn’t’ know that Beyoncé is BLACK, Afro-American, Black American – whatever the term –  but clearly, she’s not  WHITE; add the fact that she’s the epitome, the essence, the quintessential bloody perfect figure head of what a successful ‘black girl’ in the music industry in America should encompass. Millions of women and men across this blue round globe look up and take notes when she speaks – or sings. And she does speak up, vociferously, on matters pertaining to BLACK FREEDOMS. So when this album and this song came out, it was time to look up and listen, this time wasn’t any different, only that I was shocked out of my normally calm clam shell when I heard the words from “Daddy Lessons”.

“..And he taught me to be strong
He told me when he's gone
Here's what you do -
When trouble comes to town,
And men like me come around,
Oh, my daddy said shoot
Oh, my daddy said shoot
Oh, oh, oh”

Oh, oh, oh.
Yes, my mouth flopped open like an old woman without her dentures…

Let’s look at the implications of how a simple song can poison a nation via lyrics, words or ‘story-telling’. Because that’s what lyrics are – ‘sweet words put together to entertain or tell a story.’ When we say, ‘wah, that man has lyrics..’ it means that that person is a charmer, has words that are sweet, he’s gorgeous to listen to and if he’s using his lyrics on you ... >> gurl, you’re solid gone. Just go buy bread, and put yourself between two slices and present yourself to him willingly…  
Tuko pamoja?
Side bar 
[This is why MEN in CHARGE of ‘tings’ dislike popular music and try to limit what their youth listen to, because POP music is dangerous to the minds of YOUTH.]   
.... please, don’t leave reading this just yet. I’m not talking music here, I’m not talking about melody and harmony and lyrics that can uplift your soul, angelic voices and bass guitar that can electrify and heal your core -  I’m talking some forms of pop music and accompanying LYRICS in particular, and to teens I’d like to stress the importance of knowing what exactly it is that you’re listening to -  what are you subjecting your beautiful mind to?? You have a brain that’s moving at super warp speed, use it!! ..sometimes I don’t get youth. They’re BRILLIANT. So don’t listen to CRAP for the sake of being defiant to old farts. Garbage in, garbage out, …  n’way, that’s a story for another day, but honestly, I’d ban this particular song for one simple reason – that line -> “..my daddy said shoot  when Men like him come around..”  that’s just plain wrong Boo,  on any level.
Why do you’all think we have a culture that maligns and denigrates the black African man? We stopped writing our own stories for fear of being expelled and ejected from Kenya – writers, we were told, are all politically motivated. It’s rubbish by the way, writers just use words to express their truth [lyrics] – but because WORDS are a powerful MEDIUM that opens up the consciousness of the masses – writers are flushed down toilets and victimized by ruling parties and dictatorship states. In the absence of good homegrown stories – the vacuum was filled by ‘relatable’ stories from – Black Americans – mostly sob stories filled with negativity, hardship and hatred; and stories about the uselessness of the black man.  In the New Testament of the Bible, Jesus himself said that exorcising a demon was a 1. A difficult task and 2. sometimes it’s better to leave a demon in a person - because if you removed ONE and you didn’t immediately fill the VACUUM with your own version of [whatever], seven {7} demons would fill that VACCUM. Jesus said.
Seven. Saba.
Mtajiju….

A demoralized nation tells demoralized stories to itself.
Kenyan writers in the 70’s and 80’s were flushed down toilets, demonized, harangued, berated and criticized close to the point of extinction. Kenya had fantastic writers, eloquent men and women who had a certain wild beautiful way with words, artists and song writers, creatives, journalists and brilliant writers, creators made in Kenya.
Vilified. To this day.
Kenyan men, [listen carefully] have lyrics. Good cool real vibes.
But.
We malign our own, we don’t promote our own, we don’t buy our own, we’ve swallowed the Alice in Wonderland magic pill given to us by the state, and we’ve shrunk our brains to nearly-dead-minds to fit into the tiny little hole that the system wants us to be in - The Matrix. The Arts of creative writing, singing, dancing, painting, drawing, expressing self – were pugnaciously and vehemently ripped out of the Kenyan Education System. And in that vacuum, in came the 7devils. This ‘new’ culture from the US of A about the black man and the black woman - where our people identify themselves - not with our local ancestors and local present day writers and authors who we demoralize daily with spitting sounds that begin with ‘….aaaarhg… huyo mukikuyu, achana naye…’ but with Black American pop-culture and a total hero worship of all things white including myself who watches Euro Soccer on TV, but won’t cross the road to watch a match at Nyayo, Safaricom or City Stadium… it’s chilling as fuck.

Beware of the story-tellers who are not fully conscious of the importance of their gifts..
Stories have been imported en-masse from the USA – and in Kenya, both males and females have embraced this ‘black’ culture – anyone born in the 80’s knows little to nothing about Kenyan History, but can write Memoirs and Essays about American song artists, rappers and lyric writers from birth to their latest album.  Success to this generation is not based on Kenyan benchmarks, but on Black-American yardsticks. Your father, your brother, your neighbor, your uncles, nephews, why is it that Kenyan Women today, when they talk about the men in their lives, often have an ugly sneer to their mouths? And that popular nasty characteristic of demeaning the male figure in whichever way possible? It’s simply not on..   Where on this blue planet Earth did some-body begin to push this Story that black men are so worthless, that you should shoot them on sight –  to maim, or better yet, to kill them dead. There’s an ugly term which in former times was used by the white man and pertained only to the BLACKS in America, “to hobble” a man. This meant maiming him – usually it was done by brutally chopping off a man’s toes on his right foot using a machete.  Today it’s still practiced but in a more modern form –
 - from the ‘Urban Dictionary’ Hobbling
The act of tying someone to a bed and putting a block of wood in between their ankles, then hitting their foot with a sledgehammer to break their ankles making sure they can't escape.

..and who are irresponsible in the application of their art;
Media Personalities have been crafted and fashioned by bent minds in leadership – we don’t have media journalists any longer. Those come jetting in from Europe and America whenever Kenya has a Crisis, and true to form, we’re told ‘our own’ are useless. Beautiful coffee books about this country are written and published by NON-KENYANS. Stories about our people are documented and published outside Kenya by non-Kenyans. Like, really? TV anchoring is no longer about presenting a good story, but rather, about how well-dressed one is, promoting European and American labels and ignoring the home-made brands. It’s potent. That simple message is a slap in the face. Then, News is about hype and gossip – tabloid stories about who’s -fucking- who; sigh, Radio Shows are heart, brain and ear-shock attacks based on revolting and repulsive reports like ‘men who rape goats’ – completely disregarding that CHILDREN sit in common public spaces like mathrees – it’s so ugly. Many shows are never in-depth stories about the beauty of family life, positive role modes, success happy stories about relationships, or stories about development and innovation, jobs for youth, or about anything POSITIVE.

..they could unwittingly help along the psychic destruction of their people.
And now, the idea has been adopted in Kenya that the black man should be punished for – get this – just being male. Nothing else. The black man has been vilified and criminalized. In the slums a woman wept and said she prays she’s not pregnant with a MALE. That he will be killed before he’s 20 by the Police, regardless. Kenyan Men killing Kenyan Men. This then, is a further affront - girls are being told to shoot a man who reminds them of Daddy – words crooned by this  Beautiful Goddess – and she IS Beautiful by whatever account your standard of ‘Beauty’ is -  many in this world do admit she is a stunning woman – so here she is, giving us [especially young girls] a story, a tale – that will repeat over and over and over again and be so deeply embedded in our brain cells that it will leave a footprint in the central neurons of our psyche – “When trouble comes to town, and men like ME come around, Oh, my daddy said shoot, Oh, my daddy said shoot…”
I’m a woman [..and totally hot to boot as well] but I would never ever tell my daughters to ‘shoot’ any man on sight - it’s immoral and downright wrong. Why disparage and hobble a young man’s psyche, why KILL our future? If he’s bad, it’s not our right to judge – that’s for the Policing System. So, you reading this, tell me, why is this idea being banded and pushed across our airwaves so casually? Many women as young girls have a first love – their daddy. Daddy is king, because he’s the adult male of the home and half of her, get this HALF of her, she has 100% of her daddy... I can’t even go into all the inferences of a daughters’ love for her daddy here – neither can I describe the fiery power of the love fathers have for their daughters either, because it will take a whole book to lyric it – needless to say - it’s bombastic, period. Hiroshima has zero on an African Man’s love for his daughters - so here you have a girl who loves her daddy to bits, she’s 16, or 17, or 18 or 19, and she’s singing this song ‘brainlessly’, and when she meets a young man, a boy, a guy when she’s 20, who may remotely resemble her Daddy, two words will stand out – ‘Trouble’ and ‘Shoot’.
She’ll whisper in a hoarse voice to her girl-friends her bff’s, her besties at the local while sipping her beer,  “…..aki - jesu, I met this maaaaan, and my heart is in my throat, and he makes my heart sing, and I’m weak like jelly at the knees for this magnificent man, but aki, he’s TROUBLE’….
And sooner than later, what will she do?
‘Shoot him, oh oh oh’. She will hobble that man to the extent that he won’t know if he’s coming or going, I kid you not. And she’ll do it so well, with such finesse, such grace and elegance, she will deride that man and stick pins into his entire life, and every-single-thing-he-does-or-doesn’t-do will look like it’s his fault. Really. If there’s an eclipse of the moon, let me tell you people, it will be blamed on her man. Look around you and tell me, how many young men are in despairing relationships where they’re desperately drunk/in drugs/in debt or some other hell hole – demoralized, hobbled and crippled – because his woman or women have told him that he’s ‘useless?’.  
How many WOMEN have been blamed and kicked out of their homes and marriages for not getting sons, or not bearing children, for being unable to cook her husbands favorite dish like a top chef, or told some imported STORY from another country to compare her to those women so that she feels demoralized, hobbled and crippled and use – LESS?
Nobody is USELESS.
Nobody.
We’re ALL MADE by God, and God doesn’t make mistakes.



To poison a nation, poison it’s stories.
A demoralized nation tells demoralized stories to itself.
Beware of the story-tellers who are not fully conscious
 of the importance of their gifts,
and who are irresponsible 
in the application of their art;
they could unwittingly
help along
the psychic destruction of their people.



Please, learn to WRITE YOUR OWN STORY; and TELL it to your sons and daughters.


Nyakio N. Munyinyi for the XpenSieve Report© 2016


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