A silent prayer...

Show me the way,
Catapult my thoughts to
the positive construction of
divine memoirs of a monk in seclusion,
Hold my soft skin gently
But firm to your bossom,
Let your warmth and smile
Enchant me to sleep...

Hugs,
K8

NOTIONS...

It's dawn
Time to get my groove on
I know what ultimately turns you on
So leave me the f*** alone!

Did you see Jean?
She had cream on her jeans
And I wondered how they'd get cleaned
While she pretended to grin
In pretense that it wasn't such a big deal! (well, it was for me)

My friend tearfully narrated to me how
She watched a newborn
Writhe in pain at the hospital
and Oh!

Twas after being defiled
By a man in the name of 'daddy'

It brought me such sorrow
That we've ignored this morons
Who are encouraged to narrow us
Down to cunt hatred
That we fight each day!


That we let
Psychos in men
Rape the life out of us
Keep reminding us that
We are an endangered species
Because we will always carry out 'cunts'
Wherever we go!

By K8 Kamunde
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BROKEN EVIL

I await you my love

My hands wide open

My pores are clogged from crying

The desperation of your leaving me

Do not keep me waiting much longer

I know loving you

Loving me

In this society is not easy

Mama wants you to get married

I’m looking to take you away and make you mine

But I have to beat the odds

The endless expectations

The men that keep lurking

To propose

It vexes me

That they have such guts

They should know I exist

But you won’t let me love you anymore

You have distanced yourself from me

My phone calls go unanswered

My messages thoroughly ignored

As I sit tensely and wait

Hopefully…

The clocks tick and I wait

Night falls, I wait

Dawn comes, I wait

Nothing!

Your hostility is beyond contempt

Your indifference painfully pierces me deep within

Leaves large black marks that I’m trying to clear

And yet

You don’t even care

You don’t take a minute to imagine what I am going through

While you sit in cafes’ and perch your laps on men’s waists

And dig up their crotch

Flirt and exchange evil stares

While you lie that you’re coming home to me!

I make us dinner and wait

It’s time to sleep

 I wait

You’re not even apologetic

You let me have this thoughts running

Through my mind

Call me ‘stupid’ coz you know I’m not

Tell your friends how bitchy your girlfriend is

While you know it is you that is

But I don’t put it to heart

Because I love you

Can’t you see?

By K8 Kamunde

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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

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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