Richard Gizbert continuing

To understand the meaning of the title 'Richard Gizbert' and its significance to this post, you might want to look at the two posts preceding this one; Richard Gizbert updated & Richard Gizbert  

Richard Gizbert posts are about a spot I call the Listening Post. A spot that has been so dear to me in the concrete jungle that is Nairobi. A spot that was a vast field of nothingness when I chanced upon it. I have been tracking its disappearance as developers, notably GreenSpan Investments put up multi-million malls and apartments in 'my' space.

I was there recently and found them putting up what appeared to be a store* in the remaining space where I had been boxed into. A store from where the rest of the Listening Post will be taken away from me. A store from where the building of structures in the remaining area of 'my' space will be managed.

All I (a squatter) can do is document.

The Listening Post as I knew it in 2008 when it was all 'mine'

The Listening Post in 2011 as Greenspan developments started showing

The Listening Post in 2013

2013. This small house in the foreground is the Store* mentioned in this post, its position is marked by a red star in the 3rd picture above. I know it will be a matter of time before all the space left is gone. With God's blessing, I will be around to capture the fall of the remainder of my Chill Spot

Al-Sha-Cowards

That since the KDF stormed your den

And brought down your illegal reign

You slay our helpless children

And kill our defenseless women.

A coward by whatever name

Will never win any game

And just like this ploy was brought to tame

We shall bring your cowardice to shame

©2013 Otiato Opali 

May the souls of the innocent Kenyans killed in the September 21st '13 terror attack at the Westgate Mall rest in peace

Not that anything but that everything.

Not that I don’t love you

          I had never known love till I met you.

Not that you don’t got the fire

          You satisfy my deepest desire.

Not that I need a break

          You are every breath that I take.

Not that anything

          I love you more than everything.

But that I need a younger girl

          Not an older pal.

I need a young shy smile

          Not your rocking motherly laugh.

I need someone to protect in my arms

          Not someone in whose arms to be protected.

An old patch

Will never mend a new wine-skin.

©2013 Otiato Opali