Flirting with fate. Floating on feet.

Nairobi...

theklafella — Sat, 7 Feb 2015 02:54:00 GMT

Swahilli fills the air, as dust lingers the air

Matatus every where, traffic without a care...

Some say beauty is in the eyes, I say its where it lies

I've traveled years n miles, seen lots of towns n smiles...

A hot beauty by the day, a cold manger by night

Another lane another cutie, another street another fight...

Nairobi, in you I've seen Africa's rubie...

Th’ KlaFella™

Kidron Nabende Googo (facebook.com/TheKlaFella | theklafella.tumblr.com)

The City in a mountain... (One4Mbale)

theklafella — Tue, 3 Feb 2015 00:21:00 GMT

Way up on a mountain

Somewhere high up on a hill

Am I? Or how not so high I feel

Looking down upon a hidden gem...

Safely tucked away

Many hills and miles away

Is a farm on a tomb called Elgon

It is here. That I am home...

For here I feel as one

One with nature.

One with the air.

One with earth...

The coffee and bananas

The bamboo and the nanas

The culture and the manners

Every inch of me. Is rooted here...

For it is right here

That my forefathers lie

And so shall I rest. After this quest

With my father's father's father's father...

Gazing at the amazing falling waters

The mountain breeze whispers to me

Listening to the leaves and the streams

I hear tales of men so brave. Men of stone...

There's a city in the mountain

A city where no man is scared of pain

A city of innovators, farmers & craftsmen

A city where the line is clear between boys & men...

This city. Is my home...

Th’ KlaFella™

Kidron Nabende Googo (facebook.com/TheKlaFella | theklafella.tumblr.com)

"From the root comes the fruit. But sadly. Very few of us take pride in who we are & where we come from. For some it's a well kept secret. Others even claim ignorance. To some its even an embarrassment to mention it. But not me. Gishu 2 the core! You can mock how we talk. Call us primitive for how we circumcise, how we live and what we eat. But I am a proud son of Mbale. For I am a son to my father. A crown to my mother. A friend to another and a goon to my brother. It's in my blood."

Hotel Insomnia

theklafella — Mon, 2 Feb 2015 22:16:00 GMT

So, I am lying here solo

Sucking on polo after polo

Head buried below the pillow

Frankly, my mind feels hollow...

Once again am denied a visa to slumberland

Thoughts consume me as I pretend to understand

Why I'm here alone and my own bed is a foreign land

Childhood fantasies got me wishing my hand had a magic wand...

I'd simply teleport myself back to behind

Or burn a DVD of my mind and then hit rewind

I'd love to go back into mom's womb, deaf and blind

It's my conviction that there I'll find, some peace of mind...

Scared to go under the covers

For all I know the sheets under me

Have been hosts to quite plenty of lovers

The thought of which, irritates, irks & disgusts me...

For some reason I feel like am being watched, in zoom

Can't say by whom, but surely, I am not alone in this room

Visions of her keep flashing in my mind, her by me, I as groom

As am listening to Stubborn Love by The Lumineers off of my phone...

The passing cars, flashing lights & street buzz won't let me sleep at all

So I am wide awake on a bed in a hotel whose location I won't tell

It's been only two nights in here and I can tell you a whole tale

But sadly, it's not one you would recall. For it would be a whore tale...

Th’ KlaFella™

Kidron Nabende Googo (facebook.com/TheKlaFella | theklafella.tumblr.com)

Kampala

theklafella — Mon, 2 Feb 2015 21:42:00 GMT

If it’s not a trash hip, it’s a pack of nice hips

If it’s not a pot hole, then it’s a cutie so tall

Where barely a road is good, expect to eat dust

And where every cop is rude, expect to spend fast…

Only thing more than pot holes, are the cuties in the city

Only thing more than cops, is poverty & crime in KLA city

Oh my crazy city! Just saw a beggar with a phone!

But what a pity, many in my city have no home…

Today I saw a man, true his fingers were less

But from his smile I could tell, his dreams were no less

Yesterday I saw a child, true she was dime-less

But in her eyes I could tell, she was far from hopeless…

On every street I see a hustler, smart or shabby

In time you shall learn, they all come greedy

Every lane with a mama, Eastern Northern or Western

Well dressed & so blessed, they come either plenty or pretty…

No wonder many drive reckless, it’s where we drink in excess

The home of dust and the rolex, it’s where both come in excess

In the mother of traffic jam, should cars be mail, this is SPAM!

In jam sippin’ my soda on a boda, KLA feels like boda boda city…

But oh what a beauty! When at night I see my city

Light up & bloom under the moon, damn I love KLA city…

Th’ KlaFella™

Kidron Nabende Googo (facebook.com/TheKlaFella | theklafella.tumblr.com)

Bunyonyi, the heart of a pearl...

theklafella — Mon, 2 Feb 2015 21:29:00 GMT

Behold
I once was told
Of nature's treasure
A beauty beyond measure
By way of lens, I present to thee with pleasure
Hidden in a pearl, floating through time, a land of little birds...

Somewhere in the highlands
Lives a family of lovely lucky little islands
I fell in love with them, and it was no mistake
Coz as the skies kiss the hills, it's art that they make
Every dusk and every dawn, it is my breath that they take
I think I lost my heart, or probably left it, in a hut by the lake...

Dare I mention
Of a lost civilization
A subject of fascination
To some its just superstition
But its more than just a destination
Where culture and nature's combination
Serve as home and throne, to a sacred godess...

In her presence
And royal regal embrace
I've found an abundance of purpose
So I can now look my past straight in the face
Coz there, I have had my fill of peace and sense
Behold... At the heart of the pearl, I have been there...

Th’ KlaFella™

Kidron Nabende Googo (facebook.com/TheKlaFella | theklafella.tumblr.com)

The traveller's creed

theklafella — Mon, 2 Feb 2015 20:40:00 GMT

Be it on foot, by bike, by car or by plane

In a way, we are all pretty much the same

We are only limited by a budget, never a plan

In fact you wouldn't be so wrong, to deem us not sane...

Some of us fall for places

Like many are smitten by faces

Is it for the experiences or the views?

Honestly, it's really so hard to choose...

While many need a reason

And yet more wait for the season

We refuse to let seasons confine us

We hit the road and let reasons find us...

Just like the wind, blindly we venture

Coz therein lies the real adventure

In a sense, we tempt the future

Like blind men paint a picture...

Free spirits they call us

To some its pure lack of focus

And some just don’t understand us

It’s the life we chose, not yours, it’s for us...

Often leads us into trouble

Or even leaves us in the rubble

But such is our will, it’s unstoppable

So given options, by any means possible

Still we will, and never shall we, hesitate to travel...

Th’ KlaFella™

Kidron Nabende Googo (facebook.com/TheKlaFella | theklafella.tumblr.com)

Photos: Travel Banners

theklafella — Mon, 2 Feb 2015 17:33:00 GMT

A few banners I collected(not mine intellectually)

Homecoming... (The Arrival)

theklafella — Sun, 1 Feb 2015 16:13:00 GMT

The majestic mighty Mount. Elgon serves as a back drop

And I can literally hear & feel my heart rate drop

As I get closer to home, to where I’m from

I’m talkin' about the little Mbale town…

A welcome nothing short of warm

That undeniable feeling upon reaching home

As if a thief, it’s a thick yet very light and strong whiff

I’m welcomed by a familiar smell of dust, it’s sweet but brief…

Everyone in town is my relative of sorts

But I’m feeling like a tourist of sorts

In a sense it’s these trips I live for

I know I have been here before…

Save for the warm greeting by the dust

My eyes are kissed by signposts starting to rust

A beautiful mid-day sky is supposed to be clear and blue

But it’s banana’s out here, believe me you, this heat talks to you…

Yes, it’s that kind of heat you can hear

Even the afternoon Kampala Sun can’t compare

I am sweating, perspiring & panting through every hole

But I kind of like it, I can take it, in fact, I don’t even mind at all…

The entire town is or seems to be a site under construction

But still by me, it’s such a beautiful work of destruction

Every road is being re-done, I’m loving the plan

In nothing but shorts, all stars, a waist coat and a vest

My body, mind & spirit are home. Behold, my heart’s at rest…

Th’ KlaFella™

Kidron Nabende Googo (facebook.com/TheKlaFella | theklafella.tumblr.com)

Photos: Fella On The Go

theklafella — Mon, 26 Jan 2015 17:55:00 GMT

A few faces and places I wont forget...