Home...

My love

I am flying all the way to you

I am so glad this time has come

I have always hated goodbyes

I felt this attachment as soon as it hit me that I was leaving HOME

To Sao Paolo for about 10 days

and forgot how emotional I became immediately I got there

All I wanted was to be back home to...

My motherland Quenia

My love

The woman I always smile whenever I think of her

The woman I always wanna' be laid by

The woman...just like me

The woman, who takes my breath to higher heights

You

The one I love

I keep you on the palm of my hand

You, one with a heart

Touch me deep within and melt me

I hold onto your memory like my doll

While this South African Airway plane flies me closer home

Closer to you

I need to be touched

I need to be loved

Not just by any woman

But by YOU

Not just any woman

You always treat me right

You know what you want

and so do I

Not just any woman

One that determines her destiny

If I'll have to wait for you

Then I'd be more than glad to make the sacrifice

If I have to wait

I love you

You've given me YOU

I appreciate it

I wish you appeared in every yawn I make

So that I'd kiss you

If only for a moment

If not forever

To appreciate a woman who's beautiful inside out

To appreciate our uniqueness, our diverse sexualities

To respect those of others

Love is this and more to me

It is everything and more than any woman has ever wanted from another

Love is loving someone as awesome as you!

By K8

All Rights Reserved.

We Are A Nation of Daughter-Killers, Affirms India’s 2011 Census

Good evening,

I hope you are doing well. I am sitting in this room, checking my mail...smiling at the good news, frowning and shedding tears over the sad that I have no control over. This is one of the latter. I am a woman who is grateful for the far I have come and thankful to God for the gift of life. I am fast approaching 30 years in the next few months and when I read about how new born babies (girls) are killed in one way or another, from whichever country from within the globe, it breaks my heart and shatters it to pieces.

Those young ones would have grown to become such a powerful force to reckon with in regards to whatever professions they would have gotten into (even if they ended up being housemaids!) They are women. Women are born to make an impact in society, to be the voice of hope for the world... They are the beast of burdens, we   go through child bearing and all... But know what? We are the chosen ones, we are SPECIAL in every way possible and the feeling of being WOMANLY flows through our veins and make us feel wonderful (I am not implying that being male feels otherwise).

It means that we have to come out and stand as one, empower one another and go to extra strides in ensuring that the value of being a woman is restored, respected and restored and not mutilated.

This is one article WE should ALL read and start a conversation around. It may be happening so far from home, but it is one that affects us in one way or another. Could it also be happening in Kenya (in communities that believe that giving birth to a baby boy calls for goat eating ceremonies unlike when a girl is born and the community is in mourning)?

What about girls who due to community beliefs and customs of the stay out of school during their monthly periods because they are looked at as 'dirty' and should not mingle with anyone? Aren't they being deprived of their right to education? If their parents are impoverished and cannot afford to buy them sanitary towels, cotton or even improvise cloths so that their daughters can continue go to school and stay clean...what are we doing about it?

What about girls that get raped by their neighbors and again due to poverty their parents agree to 'out of court settlements' to avert shame and get some money or materials out of it? Are we aware that in Kibera slums (and am sure several other areas, these are daily occurrences)? For the aggressive/single parent mothers whose girls are abused, they approach an institution to get some form of support in prosecuting criminals. They are made to sit on benches for months, in the promise of getting help that never actually comes. They give up and get back with their lives, only to later find out that their daughters got infected with Sexually Transmitted Infections (STI's) and HIV amongst others and they have to grapple with the strain that comes with taking care of them and get financially and emotionally drained!! What is the Government doing? What are we doing?

We are still women, we should be there for one another. It does not mean that if we are not directly affected by an issues then it is none of our business. Well, we should make it our business because in generations to come, that may be your daughter going through the same. We should watch out for one another and challenge the fact that, 'women are each other's enemy'. Anyway, am just pondering...

I have said enough, let's take an e-trip to India and know what's happening there! I am looking forward to your very worthy comments! Lots of Love and thank you for the continued support.
Kiss
K8

APRIL 1, 2011

tags: female feticide, Female Genocide, Female Infanticide, gender ratio, India Census 2011, sex ratio

by THE 50 MILLION MISSING CAMPAIGN

Photo Credit: Joel Dousset©. Copyright, All Rights Reserved.

“We detest daughters! We hate them so much that we kill them before birth.  And we kill them after birth!  We kill them as they take their first breath.  We kill them while they are suckling infants.  We kill them as they learn to walk.  We kill them as they learn to talk and say ‘mama’ and ‘baba.’ We kill them as they learn to smile and trust, and love, and ask for their favorite foods – mangoes or sweets.  We kill them as they learn to play with their friends, and listen to stories about fairies, princesses, and far away dreams.  We kill them because we hate them.  We kill our daughters in the millions.”

This is the message that India’s, just released, 2011 census data sends out.

The data reveals that in the age group 0-6 years, the gender ratio is 914 girls to 1000 boys.   Which means that for every 1000 boys, there are at least 86 girls under the age of 6 who were killed before or after birth.

This is the lowest gender ratio recorded since India’s Independence in 1947.

What is important to note here is that this data is not just about the systematic prevention of birth and continuity of females through sex-selected feticide, but it is also about the widespread and systematic killing of girls who are 6 years and under.  How are these girls being killed?

NEGLIGENT HOMICIDE

It has long been known that little girls in India are often deliberately subjected to hunger and neglect.  It is a cruel form of torture, for often it is how a family vents its anger on the daughters for being born as girls. Many are dying of malnutrition and/or starvation.  If a girl falls sick, the family often will not take her to the hospital or buy her medicines.  A 2007 UNICEF report affirmed that girls under-5 years in India had a 40% higher mortality rate than boys the same age.   This essentially is negligent homicide.

HOMICIDAL VIOLENCE

A 2011 report on a study conducted jointly by the Indian Council of Medical Research and the Harvard School of Public Health confirmed that girls under 5 years in India were dying at an abnormally high rate because they were being subject to inhumane violence at home by their families.  The study observed that girls were 21% more likely than boys to die before their 5^thbirthday because of violence.  And infant girls, who were one year and younger were 50% more likely to die because of violence than boys that age.  The head researcher commented, “Shockingly this violence does not pose a threat to your life if you are lucky enough to be born a boy.”

PRE-MEDITATED MURDER

Female infanticide has a long history in India, and chillingly each region has had its own established, traditional way of killing infant girls, methods that include drowning the baby in a bucket of milk, or feeding her salt, or burying her alive in an earthen pot.  In a study by the Registrar General of India published in 2010 in the medical journal “The Lancet,” a curious factor came to light.  Girls in India of the age 1month to 5 years were dying of pneumonia and diarrhea at a rate that is 4-5 times higher than boys that age.  The study makes a critical observation — that the skewed survival rates for girls are a reflection on social bigotry against girls.  But real question is what accounts for this abnormal difference in rate and why these two medical maladies in particular?

The answer is provide by author and journalist Gita Aravamudan, in her book Disappearing Daughters (Penguin Books, 2007), which is based on her research from more than two decades of field investigations of female infanticide and feticide in India.  She observes that old, traditional methods of killing infants can be immediately detected in case infanticide is suspected and an police investigation is launched.  She says

“[To avoid arrest] families adopt more torturous methods of killing [infant girls]…Female infanticide I found had become more ‘scientific.’ Inducing pneumonia was the modern method. The infant was wrapped in a wet towel or dipped in cold water as soon as it was born or when it came back home from hospital. if, after a couple of hours, it was still alive it was taken to a doctor who would diagnose pneumonia and prescribe medicine, which the parents promptly threw away. when the child finally died, the parents had a medical certificate to prove pneumonia.  Sometimes the infant was fed a drop of alcohol to create diarrhea: another ‘certifiable disease.’ (pg.22)

NB: Sorry for the very long posts guys!

Source: http://genderbytes.wordpress.com/2011/04/01/we-are-a-nation-of-daughter-killers-affirms-india%E2%80%99s-2011-census/

DISS RHYTHM

Is it me or should the 'bitchy' side of me be blamed on the year 2011? When I wrote this I thought that I was going through one of those days... but in a span of about a month I have been writing the same weird s***! The latest ones are two of my rock vibes that are all 'i don't care' kind of songs. Think about Pink's 'So What?' That's exactly what I'm talking about guys... It's pretty worrying and am sure am gonn' do something 'bout it. Are there any friendly counselors that could reach out to ME? LOL!


'It's been a while,' as Staind put it. The months are getting hectic by the hour and am loving waking up to each day. I have been quiet, well, not entirely because I got this for you and hope you love it! Kisses

Stop watching this heart beat

While you helplessly mime the heat

That beats the crap out of me

Am in and that means deep

And Oh! I love cumin seeds…

What d’ya do when

She discreetly dates O’mien

Kisses Glen in the open

Beside the bench

Where’s home for all stench

And all you do is pretend the shit ass vibe’s cool?

She acts like this window’s full of glue

Fuck! My mood’s turning blue

From cunt hatred that you

Spewed and mashed and grew

On every corner of my room

I’m bleeding from joy

I’m loving this new toy

Go to hell and damn you boy

Time’s up for you hey!

Spit is bits you need to eat…

K8's 

...and the WINNER is ...

Dont you love the way

Our frenemies make our lives their business?

Our relationship status, what we do, where we hang out and who we hang out with never escapes their fiery tongues

They always make time to talk ill of us whenever we are around them!

The way they keep talking about their love lives, their next door neighbour, the pretty girl who sells at the kiosk next door, the snoopy watchman blah..blah..blah they go on

Hoping they could gain our trust and get to tell them more about us.

How else will the 'after work' get together in the club work if they have nothing to say about us?

I love the way

They criticise what we wear, how we style our hair, who hits on us

One would think that they are our creators!

The one who makes our lives TICK!

All this time

We are out there

Being ourselves, walking proud and accomplishing

Whatever it is that we are supposed to

I love the way

They always run to us for help in times of need

But when it's our turn, they are nowhere to be found

The way they seek comfort in times of distress

But leave and make up stories about how boring our lives are! LOL!

I love the way they spend what they don't have...

I love the way they lose themselves in the name of 'having fun' and lose everything that matters to them

I love the way they have hearts for themselves and none for others

It pretty much shows how much they hate the people they are and pretend to love those around them!

I love their BIG mouths LOL!

It makes moments happen...but poor things!

They live sad lives, covered up in alcohol and drugs and unprotected sex

Unlike you,

We spend my time

Conversing on important issues that affect us!

Checking up on people and meeting new ones who obviously will like us

To your utter disgust! LOL!

We spend our evenings jogging, writing, partying responsibly, making music, chasing demons...and after that unwinding and enjoying each lovely melody that surrounds every part of us.

Not fighting over people we coincidentally meet in clubs and want to 'chips wrap' them home for a 'no strings attached' one night stand...LOL!

Guess what? They find that boring

But since when did SEX and chips funga and drugs, and gossip ever get HIPPY?

I love the way their lips burn to whisper to everyone

About everything....

I love the way they despise their girlfriends in public

and truly let people know just how foolish they are...

Better still,

I love the way they never keep secrets about nothing and everything they do

People like hanging around them...they are true entertainers!!!

They make our nights enchanting as they wallow in their endless problems and dilemma’s they have no clues to

and when they are spreading their wings and flying up high (drunk like skunks), spit IT all out

Leave us with eyes wide open

Their tongues wag impatiently as they cannot wait to move to the next club with other friends and share their little sweet gossip

We are loving to hate them

Because we are not their type...not even close

We are the new friends they found in us! LOLEST!

We'd love to make their lives our business

But for what benefit is it to us? NONE!!

We'd love to teach them a good lesson

That would probably shut them up

But their talk is pretty petty Baby!

We'd love to tell them what we think of 'em' Honey!

They are so naïve and silly

Nothing on earth compares to their wiggy-waggy-saggy (if there is ever a phrase like that) mouth!

If they need help trimming it, we will always be on the ready... ama?

Plus, see this pretty busy women that have no time for your senseless baggage?

They are loving her lives, living to the fullest...making the happiest moments of their lives

So if they do not mind, shun, shun, shun, mentioning their names for all the wrong reasons

They may not know what hit them

Until it hits real hard

and it will be too late to replenish their good old gossipy times!

Verbal diarrhoea is what they suffer from

Please seek medical advice! It's an infectious one eh?

Chao...

Our Sweet Darling Frenemies...LOL!!!

K8

Got it all wong!

Damn!

Am looking at this woman in front of me

Tormenting my eyes with those curvaceous thighs

I can hardly catch my breath

For a moment I feel like I'm losing patience

I have been trynna' wink at her spotless face

She does not notice me and I leap into unconsciousness

That only lasts 2 minutes before

I see her walking towards me and smiling

Huh? Probably she's queer like I am

Oh God! I am afraid to smile back coz

God knows what's on her mind

Her steps towards me take ages despite her being several seconds away

My heart leaps in joy

of realizing that a woman found another irresistible

Two women are appreciating each other's beauty

Ah! the pride of being truly woman

The wow! Moment of a same gender loving womanhood!

She reaches me

Slaps me across the face and curse,

'queer ass shit my foot' slips through her snooty mouth

Before spitting on my new, satin sequined top

and turns to walk away, satisfied with her achievements

In demeaning me

An innocent fellow woman who had nothing fishy

up her sleeve

For being warm towards another!

Passers-by look at me with disgust

Some even bold enough to ask what was brewing

I only summed up by,

'I admired Mommy’s' best friend and was just paying for it!'

By K8

Press Release. Brutal Killing of Ugandan Gay Human Rights Defender.

Press Release by Sexual Minorities Uganda (SMUG)

For Immediate Release: Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Brutal Murder of Gay Ugandan Human Rights Defender, David Kato

Sexual Minorities Uganda (SMUG) and the entire Ugandan Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Intersex Community stands together to condemn the killing of David Kato and call for the Ugandan Government, Civil Society, and Local Communities to protect sexual minorities across Uganda. 

David was brutally beaten to death in his home today, 26 January 2011, around 2pm.  Across the entire country, straight, lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and intersex Ugandans mourn the loss of David, a dear friend, colleague, teacher, family member, and human rights defender.  

David has been receiving death threats since his face was put on the front page of Rolling Stone Magazine, which called for his death and the death of all homosexuals.  David’s death comes directly after the Supreme Court of Uganda ruled that people must stop inciting violence against homosexuals and must respect the right to privacy and human dignity.  

Sexual Minorities Uganda and the Ugandan Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Intersex Community call on the Police and the Government of Uganda to seriously investigate the circumstances surrounding David’s death. We also call on religious leaders, political leaders and media houses to stop demonizing sexual minorities in Uganda since doing so creates a climate of violence against gay persons.  Val Kalende, the Chair of the Board at Freedom and Roam Uganda stated that “David’s death is a result of the hatred planted in Uganda by U.S Evangelicals in 2009. The Ugandan Government and the so-called U.S Evangelicals must take responsibility for David’s blood!”

As United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon recently declared, “I understand that sexual orientation and gender identity raise sensitive cultural issues.  But cultural practices cannot justify any violation of human rights. . .  . When our fellow humans are persecuted because of their sexual orientation or gender identity, we must speak out. . . . States bear the primary responsibility to protect human rights advocates.  I call on all States to ensure the freedom of expression and the freedom of assembly that make their work possible.  When the lives of human rights advocates are endangered, we are all less secure.  When the voices of human rights advocates are silenced, justice itself is drowned out.” 

David’s life was cut short in a brutal manner.  David will be deeply missed by his family and friends, his students, and Human Rights organizations throughout Uganda and around the world.  Speaking about what the death of David means in the struggle for equality, Frank Mugisha, the Executive Director of Sexual Minorities Uganda said, “No form of intimidation will stop our cause. The death of David will only be honored when the struggle for justice and equality is won.  David is gone and many of us will follow, but the struggle will be won. David wanted to see a Uganda where all people will be treated equally despite their sexual orientation.”

Burial arrangements are underway for Friday 28, 2011 at 2PM at his ancestral home in Namataba, Mukono District. 

Press contacts:
Frank Mugisha: +1 646 436 1858

Email. fmugisha@sexualminoritiesuganda.org
Val Kalende:   +1 857-247-1184

Email. kalendenator@gmail.com
Pepe Julian: +256 772 370 674

Email. jpepe@sexualminoritiesuganda.org

Happy 2011!

Happy new year lovely people!

Happy new year to what?

Women getting raped every second in Kenya?

Politicians playing 2010 politics with when hungry Kenyans are dying of hunger?

Railaism that keeps reminding that gay community have no place in this society let alone have rights?

I have been pondering over these and other issues over this new year. I got tired of making new year resolutions coz I hardly ever stuck to any 365 days later! I instead concentrated on investing my energy around violations that women and men especially in the gay community face on a day to day basis.

Last year we lost several members of our community to disease and the very last one in December 2010 to violence. However, have you paused to think about how many LGBTI people in Kenya commit suicide for realizing that their being themselves causes so much pain to their families, instigate hate from every corner they seek an understanding ear and so on? Has it ever crossed your mind that you may have uttered a word that may have offended someone over the past year or acted in a way that would automatically make another feel like you do not really care for them?

Do you rejoice at watching someone's heart break to pieces right before your eyes? Or have you put a smile on someone's face and manage a bounce at the end of the day/night? There was a lot for me to think about and as I ushered in 2011, in my bed, I was overwhelmed by all these feelings. I listened intently to neighbours at the new place I now called home screaming and shouting hours before midnight (which was the countdown to 2011) and I asked myself, 'so what?' Life goes on...it should go on but how come nothing about violence changes? Nothing about discrimination has ever changed. Right about the time someone is busy ushering the new year, a helpless woman is probably pinned down by some bloody male to strip the dignity in her! Another is dying of hunger...and another mother is giving her final blessings to her children before she quits living.

I had very many reasons to celebrate the end of 2010 and the beginning of 2011, but I could not quite get myself in the celebratory mood. Thankfully, I will never save the world and I know it, but can I make situations better than they are now? Can I make time to sit and brainstorm with the women to see how we can get our very own from the streets? From doing blow jobs to get Ksh.50 for a plate of oil dripping french fries? From getting their cunts invaded by drunk men who cannot find their way home but have all the energy in the world to fuck?

Is it possible to reduce the number of men who have sex with men (msm) contracting HIV/AIDS in Kenya today? Can we do the same for the many gay women that have made careers out of alcoholism, drugs and substance abuse qualifying them for cancers and all? Then someone asks, ' why should I bother about another who, besides being part of my community never cares for themselves?' And I'll ask you, 'what have you done...have you tried reaching out to them? Have you tried to identify whether they are emotionally in distress? What makes you think that you are any better than they are? These are too many questions to ask but am wondering why I think so much? Its mind boggling, and unlike you, I love it!

It gives me the energy to see another day (if god grants it)! Its 2011, I have not made any new year resolutions, I am not intending to come up with any...oh! Well I did. (ha ha ha) I vowed never to smoke cigarettes...until today, 18 days later, when the urge was too strong and irresistible that I had to dash to the kiosk outside the office and puff the afternoon away! See? I felt silly afterwards but am sayin' this: I will not do it again. I will not!

Anyway, I will leave you with that to think about...thank you for the emails you have been sending me. You made the year 2010 worthwhile for me! You inspired me to write a great deal of beautiful stuff, some that have been published (of course with permission) by several journals within and outside of Kenya.

I am back, to give you a lil' piece of me, humbly and relentlessly. I love you! Hope to start seeing some of you very soon...and I meanm VEEEERRRRRYYYYYYY!!!!

Kiss

K8