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Burma | Women Under Siege Project

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Thu, 17 Jan 2013 07:00:44 PST

Burma | Women Under Siege Project This is so sad and tragic.

Moving on!

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Sun, 12 Aug 2012 08:52:46 PDT

Great news. I have finally gotten my own website. I have moved to www.potentash.com . Please follow me there.Thanks for all your support. Looking forward to seeing you at www.potentash.com.

CHESS GAMES (THE GAME OF LOVE)

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Tue, 07 Aug 2012 19:38:09 PDT

They say love is blind, But I got in seeing, Stupidity blinded me, Because my love was so bright, It burnt out my inner eye. Love was my drug, And I, its prisoner, It made me go crazy, And turned my intelligence into madness. So we played chess games, And I didn’t protect my king, Thinking that you weren’t the enemy, But now my castles are gone, And the queen has fallen, With a

BORN TO RUN

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Tue, 07 Aug 2012 19:41:03 PDT

I was born to run, Born to win. Started out slow, The Tortoise didn’t have nothing on me, I was blind to my dreams, Living in darkness like a Bat in a cave, I put my head in the sand, Like an Ostrich letting fear take hold on me. But now I got eagle vision, And I am gonna fly high. I am going to run like a Cheetah, Now my dreams are playing catch up to my vision, There’s nothing

What goes around comes around - a tale of love, betrayal and revenge.

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Fri, 03 Aug 2012 11:20:17 PDT

PROLOGUE Kimani sat in the dock waiting to hear his fate. When the judge said, "Will the accused please stand up to hear the verdict of the court," Kimani stood up in his ill fitting suit and faced the judge. The judge continued, "After listening to the evidence from the witnesses, I am convinced you are guilty of the crimes of smuggling and selling blood

WHERE DO BROKEN DREAMS GO?

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Thu, 02 Aug 2012 19:36:37 PDT

Where do broken dreams go? Is there a hospital for broken dreams where they can be fixed up and mended? A hospital bed where they can relax, Get IV'ed with antibiotics and fluids to get their strength back. Can dead or dying dreams be resuscitated, Brought back to life by technology, By machines that spark them up and cause them to live again? Do broken dreams feel pain and do they bleed?

Developing your creative brand

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Wed, 01 Aug 2012 19:53:27 PDT

I had the privilege yesterday to meet Simon Gachui of the Creative Community Network. I had a session with him to discuss how I can develop my creative potential. For those who have read or not read a previous post http://potentash.com/?p=13 Simon gave each of the participants of the creatives forum a free one hour session to discuss any issues we may be having in developing our brand or

AS DREAMS DIM.

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Tue, 31 Jul 2012 19:47:35 PDT

I wanted to reach for the stars, I saw them up there so beautiful, And they fuelled my dreams, Made me want to soar. But I was afraid, My fear made me timid, I was afraid to try, I didn’t want to fall on my face, I didn’t want to fall off the ladder, Which I hadn’t yet climbed. So I watched as others reached for the stars, I saw destinies fulfilled, And I was envious. My mind

Urban legends – Urban Bites Crisps.

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 19:36:35 PDT

Anybody who knows me will tell you I love food and especially snacks especially crisps. I love potatoes in all its forms. It’s the one food I don’t think I can get enough of. Whether boiled, fried, roasted, mashed alone or into mukimo or any other way you can have them I love potatoes. With crisps I have a passionate love affair. I have loved crisps from my primary school days when

Love chains

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Tue, 24 Jul 2012 19:45:12 PDT

I let you go, Set myself free, Yet why does it hurt so? Why do I feel as if I am in chains? Whipped by your omissions of truth, Brought down to my knees, By the fact you don’t need me anymore. And all those sweet little nothings, You used to tell me, That used to be a balm for me, Cannot heal these wounds inside me. I feel hurt, Broken even. I am strong, But you, you make me

Fragile - a story of sexual exploitation of a young girl.(sexual slavery)

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Sun, 22 Jul 2012 13:47:16 PDT

The house where I live is at the top of the hill. You can’t miss it; it’s the white three story mansion that is bordered almost all around by the slums. Except for the side that faces Muthaiga and which has a private driveway. It’s a beautiful house it actually looks like a castle. The kind a girl dreams about to live in and live happily ever after. I wish it was. Appearances are

Butterfly wings

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Fri, 20 Jul 2012 13:32:27 PDT

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Airing out dirty laundry in public

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Fri, 20 Jul 2012 13:00:26 PDT

This is a reply to Dear Doris, letters written by Ian, her husband. If you want to get the letters here they are http://mydeardoris.wordpress.com/ Dear Ian. I want to ask how you are but I have been reading your blog, frog, or whatever you call it and I am so mad I want to throw a shoe or two at you. First of all I know I cheated on you twice but did you have to tell the whole bloody world?

Magical destinations for me!

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Tue, 17 Jul 2012 12:44:15 PDT

Places I love and would love to visit. My friend Njooro challenged me to write a post on the joys of traveling and destinations that inspire me. I decided to choose 10 places, five that I have been to, and five that I would love to visit. Some are countries and some are towns. Let me start with the five that I love that I have visited. PLACES I LOVE Nairobi. Nairobi is a city

Why the giraffe’s neck is long.

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Mon, 16 Jul 2012 12:17:34 PDT

Long time ago in the days of our ancestors there lived in the savanna many animals. One of these was the giraffe. In those days the giraffe was very short and did not have a long neck. The giraffe loved to eat but he could only eat grass and leaves of shrubs because he was so short. This made him unhappy, because all his tall friends like the elephant told him that the sweetest leaves were

Love won't let the African Sun die.

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Sun, 15 Jul 2012 13:51:07 PDT

This letter by Zole is a response of a letter written by Bana in a story written by Ken Saro-Wiwa called Africa kills her sun. Here is the link for Africa kills her sun for those who may not have read it http://anaesthesia4aesthetes.tumblr.com/post/16721726862/ken-saro-wiwa-africa-kills-her-sun Dear Bana. I write this with tears in my eyes. I got your letter today and it broke my heart

Married to you

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Sat, 14 Jul 2012 00:20:07 PDT

This is post number two in a series of two posts about being in love. Post one is my love affair. Check it out http://raylitpoems.blogspot.com/2012/07/my-love-affair-1.html You can be so much fun, Take me to new levels, You give me poetry to write, You’re my muse. Your constantly in motion, And never boring, Every morning when I wake up, And know I am going to spend the rest of my life

My love affair 1

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Sat, 14 Jul 2012 00:03:38 PDT

You are so hot and sexy, Sensual in all that you do, You make me want to throw away all my inhibitions, Do things I have never done before. I love that your old, Yet so young in spirit. You make me want to go sit on the beach, And fall in love with you over and over again. I love your cologne, That salty smell that’s so unique to you. You make me want to stay, Leave everything

Why women have 5 million pairs of shoes!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Thu, 12 Jul 2012 02:20:40 PDT

I was having a discussion with some guy pals the other day. I was trying to sell them some maasai sandals. Then we started a discussion on shoes. They were saying that women have too many shoes. That they change like three pairs by the time its ten o'clock. They said we have shoes for the office, shoes for walking, shoes for shoes etc. Well I think they suffer from shoe envy because their

Mysterious guy! (going back, way back)

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 11:59:22 PDT

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Crazy in love

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 00:29:37 PDT

Brian entered the busy restaurant, his intention to get some coffee and kill the hour before his appointment with his next client. The restaurant was doing brisk business and there were no empty tables. Brian spotted a table for two with a lady reading a book. He went over and asked if he could sit there or she was waiting for someone. She told him he could seat n then went back to reading her

I thought I had you but I didn’t.

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Thu, 05 Jul 2012 12:29:05 PDT

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The totally awesome Creatives In Business Forum

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Thu, 05 Jul 2012 11:07:28 PDT

Yesterday I attended the Creatives In Business forum held at the Michael Joseph Centre. It was organized by the Creative Community Network whose mission is to create wealth by empowering individuals and organizations in the creative and cultural economy. The forum aimed to provide a platform for creative entrepreneurs to network, learn and share to exploit their full creative economic

Love and Protest

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Thu, 28 Jun 2012 11:23:12 PDT

We love our country That’s why we protest when some run it like it’s their own, This ain't a shamba, Where you make all the decisions, We are not cows and sheep to be lead to the slaughter, Although you do behave like pigs so it figures, That you think this is animal farm. Our parents, grandparents, and family didn’t suffer, Oppression, murder, economic sabotage, treason charges etc, So

Mr. Hot Chocolate Man

noreply@blogger.com (potentash) — Thu, 28 Jun 2012 10:46:02 PDT

We were having a debate about this post. potent ash: The taste of you! http://raylitpoems.blogspot.com/2011/09/taste-of-you.html?spref=tw Some guys said it is about a guy not about chocolate but about a guy. its not about a guy though it is a play on words and its supposed to play with your imagination. If I had written about a guy this would be it. Mr. Hot Chocolate Man, Come out to play,